When Donald entered the door, he only saw the gray fog spreading on the Dark Book (pseudo), and the negative energy attachment that the old man said was in progress.

"It seems that I've misunderstood so quickly. I'm young and didn't expect to be a veteran."

The seals of both hands are constantly formed, but the speed is much slower, and it often takes several seconds to change the seal.

"You are the veteran with so many seals... don't you need to chant?"

Most of the spells Donald learned at present are based on magic seals, that is, spell casting movements as the core, and are released with mental infusion, which makes him a little confused. After all, in his previous life, those mages often have matching spells when casting spells.

"Singing? This is not a magical technique for teaching, how can you chant? It's almost done. According to your requirements, I just added a part of the negative energy to try my feelings."

After the old man made the last seal, the grey mist finally dissipated and he handed the book to Donald.

Thinking about what type of magic magic is, Donald took the Black Book (pseudo) with both hands. After special processing, the cover and back are indeed cool to touch, especially the black leather on the front. When the palm is covered, you can vaguely see strands of gray mist overflowing.

“That was a special formula before?”

When he opened the book, he saw the pages that also changed. Donald thought of the medicine powder that the old man had tinted before, and it seemed unusual.

"Of course, I improved it from other recipes, do you want it?"

The old man also doesn't shy away from talking about his ability to keep his feet on the box.

"Do you sell it? Are you not afraid that others will learn to steal your business?"

"Snatch business, hey, you don't think it's useful if you get the recipe. I have more than 20 years of craftsmanship, seals, various formulas, and a grasp of the final product. Others spend money to buy my recipes and are unsuccessful, because those people will find that only mine is the most similar. My order is so expensive now, and it is entirely up to the peers."

This is the confidence of craftsmen.

"What do you need to pay attention to after taking it back? I will use it in about two days. It won't fail until then, right?"

Donald was going to ask for some precautions before leaving.

"Don't worry, within a month, as long as you don't use holy water to restrain negative energy to destroy it, there will be no problem... Try to avoid direct sunlight. It seems that it has been cloudy in recent days. You can rest assured that you can leave if you have nothing to do."

After saying that, the old man turned to clean up the things on the table. After the previous pile of powder burned, all that was left was dark residue.

**

As soon as he left, Donald consciously looked at the northern city of Puston. Under the gray sky in the evening, the sunset shone out in the clouds, but it did not reach the ground at all. He could only vaguely see some light red in the horizon.

A kite is stuck in the sky somewhere in the northern city, with two cloth belts behind it floating back and forth.

He stopped a car and told the coachman to go to the northern city that the kite was a signal, the signal agreed by Donald and Ogow. If there was any new information, Ogow would let someone fly a white kite in the northern city. In order to distinguish it from ordinary kites, two gray strips of cloth were tied behind it.

In a tavern in the northern urban area, the two met. There were many people here, and as long as they didn't speak loudly, they couldn't hear them even if someone followed them.

Augoff and Donald sat on both sides of a small bar, each ordered a glass of wine. It was not yet evening, but because it was evening, there were many guests coming for dinner, and waiters interspered in the crowd, and men could be heard everywhere.

"Your Excellency, last night, I went here with Mr. Rastolle and found the fortune teller... This man's situation is very special. He is a member of the church half a year ago. He is about 25 years old, with two beards and brown hair. He... did not reply to another part of the Dark Book, vaguely."

While Ogoff described the appearance of the fortune teller, he pushed a piece of paper over. Donald looked down and saw an address on it.

Augoff kept looking around, obviously a little nervous, as if he was paying attention to whether there were people following him.

After all, his behavior has been officially betrayed his master who has been with him for three years, so there must be some psychological pressure.

"What is the meaning of vagueness..., to be more detailed, what does Rastole show about this."

Donald was very interested in this fortune telling. How did he know that the book of darkness is hidden in the Puston Municipal Library. It is important to know that the news is now known to him, except him.

He reported the news to the Church of Shia a month ago. Why was it a month ago? How many years have the Grants died!

Divination? Donald did not think that there would be such a powerful divinationist in the city of Pston, but was also a cultist of the Shia Church. If you could get this special message through mysterious divination, what would the wasted two years of the church where Infinita was?

"At that time, the fortune teller said that the second divination was needed, but the success rate was extremely low. Mr. Rastol agreed and gave him a week to divine, saying that no matter whether it succeeds or fails, it must be reported as soon as possible."

"Second divination...Is there anyone else near the place where the divination master lives?"

Donald was determined to visit that friend.

"Yes, Mr. Rastolle assigned him some escorts."

This is probably not only protection, but also surveillance. Rastolle attaches too much importance to the book of the dark, so it is not surprising that he makes such a move.

"When I was outside just now, I found that you were following me, did you send me?"

Donald mentioned the situation of the stalkers, and they still follow.

"Stalking? You misunderstood. How dare I follow you? It must be someone else, Krato's subordinates! His recent conflict with Mr. Rastole has been on the surface. I think it may be that you were targeted by him when you came to the wine cellar a few days ago. There are traitors in my team. Do I need me to send someone..."

Augoff's experience in this area is really sophisticated. Donald just said something casually, and then he thought of Krato, and then he thought of intelligence leaks from the premise that Krato knew Donald's existence. At that time, he only knew that Donald came to the wine cellar and Rastole. Thinking of this, he was undoubtedly the only one who was under his command except for the traitor.

"I'm useful to those people... You can hold this, what should you do the day after tomorrow, I don't need to emphasize it to you again, right? Auguff, this is the ability given to you in advance. After things are accomplished, there will naturally be other rewards."

After handing over the black book wrapped in cloth (pseudo) and a small metal pot, Auguff opened a corner and looked at it, swallowing.

"The day after tomorrow, you will not be disappointed!"
Chapter completed!