"Mr. Donald, this is your future residence. This is the key. The rooms next to you are all assistants like you. I don't have much communication with them. I won't introduce you. You are all young people, and there are more topics than me. This is the key. I will enter the contract tonight. With this certificate, you can use some facilities in the college. If you have any questions, please feel free to come to me."

Peters did not agree with Donald's assistant to his mentor, but he did all he should do. After all, it was his mentor's request, so he would not make him unhappy for the disappearance of this.

"Okay, I get it."

Donald stood at the door and looked at his residence. If it were a top institution, the places given to the teaching assistants were all apartment-style.

Not to mention independent kitchen and bathroom, there is also a small living room. The decoration may be better than his residence in Puston. The only thing that is the only drawback is that there seem to be many mechanical products, and Donald has to think about the use.

"Mr. Grant, there is one more thing I have to remind you that Professor Cook is an expert in the chemical industry in our college. If possible, I hope you can remind him when he is busy delving into some strange things. There is no problem with rest. I just hope that the tutor can focus on his major."

Professor Cook has been obsessed with some strange things recently, and Peters knows that as a student and the top executive of the school, Peters certainly hopes that he can turn his attention back to scientific research rather than wasting time all day to study some supernatural phenomena.

"Of course, I will remind you when it's right, but I can't guarantee how much it is. After all, I'm just an assistant."

After pursing his lips, Donald did not take this matter to heart. When Peters left, he immediately locked the door and officially entered his house.

There was no rush to rest or organize objects. Donald stood in the center of the small living room inside the door, facing the location of the bed. In this house, only the bathroom is separated by a wall and the door. The rest is simply separated by a glass door in the kitchen. There is a large space for movement between the small living room and the bed where you sleep. There are two bookshelves on both sides of the left and right of the middle, with some simple porcelain on it, and most of the grids are empty.

There is very little furniture in the house. In addition to the necessary tables and chairs, there are two sofas and a low glass table in the small living room. There is a wooden cabinet against the wall, and a mechanical clock is placed on it. It is right for the pocket watch in my hand. The time is very accurate.

Close your eyes and open it again. You have already opened your eyes. You walk back and forth in the room and check the corners of the room. This is to clear out special objects that may exist in the room.

Donald didn't think he was targeted when he arrived in Demingham on the first day, but it would be better to be careful in everything. This room will be his private stronghold in the future, and it is not too much to be careful.

Finally confirming that there was no problem, Donald placed the suitcase on the low table, went directly to the kitchen to pick up a pot, opened the suitcase, and took out the things in it.

Apart from changing clothes and some boxes for money, there are only dark indexes and parchment paper inside.

It was inconvenient to be on the train before, and Donald had not taken the final steps. Now he has settled down and naturally he has to complete the final combination.

Throw the parchment into the pot, put the dark book on his legs, and shine a match.

His hand stopped, and at this point, Donald suddenly became a little worried about gains and losses.

Gripping his teeth and ordering himself to loosen the two fingers that hold the match and fall into the pot.

The burning of parchment is extremely restrained and quiet. At first, the entire paper surface was black. A small flame first appeared when the match fell, and then a black smoke slowly rose.

It does not dissipate, but just lingers a few inches above the pot mouth, gradually forming a strange ball of energy.

"Hannibal, come out...hiss~ what's next."

The familiar stinging pain, this time the grinning was only a moment. Donald had practiced the endurance of pain, with a weak expression.

"Just put the book over. Abbott did not apply anything more. Some special medicine powder and medicine liquid were mixed into the parchment paper. The clouds formed after burning would actively corrode the ban on the black book."

According to Hannibal, Donald handed the book over, and as expected, just approached a little, the black clouds seemed to be attracted by some kind of attraction and wrapped around the entire dark book.

The dark and dull cover was like ink melting in water, and Donald felt a slightly cool layer of fluid that fell off under the corrosion of the black mist.

At the same time, Donald suddenly felt his hands a little numb, which was very bad, and he thought about using his mental power to help him control it.

"Don't let go! Look directly at the Demonic Demon Book!"

The Doctor of Carnivore was roaring at this time, making him subconsciously pinch both sides of the book, and his force also accelerated the dissipation of the seal.

The black fluid gradually fell into the bottom of the pot below, and the real cover finally appeared, with quaint patterns, strange symbols, and some dark golden crowns appearing above the cover and the evil-like head under the crown.

At this time, Donald seemed to have been imposed on a fixed body technique, and his thinking was still moving, but other than that, there was no part of his body that could move even a little.

What's going on?

Donald's eyes were forced to lock on the cover of the Demonic Demon Book, and in the skull of the evil ghost, two blue light spots were gradually lit up.

"Donald Grant, this is the real treasure left to you by Abbott. Those idiots thought this was a demon gift. If they knew the real power of this book, they would probably try their best to rob it if they sacrificed their lives. Who would have thought that in the end this treasure would fall into the hands of a low-level wizard like you, remember its name, the Book of Origin - the Demonic Book! From this moment on, you will become its master, and this identity will not change before you die, so... I hope you can live for a few more years, hahaha~"

Amid the words of the Doctor of Carnivore, the skeleton statue on the Dominic Demon in his hand was suddenly given life. It continued to float, changing from a plane to a solid existence. Under Donald's gaze, the skull wearing a crown was supported by some black fog to the top of the Dominic Demon in his hand.

Crack, bite it in one bite!

It is eating the magic devil's decree!

One bite after another, the Dominant Magic Book was like a soft butter cake in its mouth, which was chewed completely. Donald, who had witnessed the whole process, had a strong premonition in his heart that something even stranger would happen.

His premonition was very accurate. When the crown skull ate all the entire book of the Demonic Demons, it was pasted to a position that was flush with Donald's sight. Two black fogs stretched up crookedly, took off the dark gold crown above his head, and turned to Donald's panicked eyes and put it on his head.

Strictly fit.

The next second, Donald rolled his eyes and fell on the living room floor.

His consciousness appeared in another place, and his eyes were filled with mist. All he could hear was his breath and the sound of his steps stepping on the bricks and stones.

A voice in his heart told Donald that this was not where he stayed and he had to go forward.

Keep moving forward. When Donald was about to think that this place was actually an endless place, he mentioned something on his toes, and looked down and covered it with thick fog, so he couldn't see anything clearly. He simply tried it back and forth with his feet and found that this should be a step, and if he stepped on it, there was another step.

Just walked up step by step, counting the levels silently in my heart, and stepping to level 9, with a smooth road ahead.

Continue to move forward two steps and kick the heavy object again. This time it is no longer a step. Donald reaches out to touch it. There are things like handrails on both sides, with a sunken center, flat and hard.

This is a stone chair.

The voice in his heart told Donald that this was the chair prepared for him, and that only he could sit on it and leave the world if he could sit on it.

He did as he did.

The moment the butt touched the chair surface, the fog surrounding the body suddenly retreated, just a circle within 1 meter of the surrounding area.

So Donald saw the shiny gray stone bricks polished under his feet, and under him was a simple bench, but the back of the chair was a little taller, even taller than the chair in his spiritual world.

It seems to reach the sky!

I wanted to look up and then I realized that something seemed to be on my head, cold and hard, and raised my hand to take it down.

A dark golden crown...

"Ha~Ahem!"

As if the drowning person was breathing, Donald's throat made an extremely unpleasant dry sound, and he felt a wet look on his face, and he quickly opened his eyes.

Finger was lying in front of him, his eyes connected.

Meow ~

Finger came up to lick Donald's cheek again, who got up from the ground, and there was no discomfort all over his body. If he had to say that, his forehead hurts a little.

I hit the floor when I just fell down.

"Hannibal, what happened just now? Why is the Demonic Decree gone?"

Covering his face with one hand and opening his mouth under his palm, Donald felt that he was really mean. He had known that there was something wrong with the Demonic Demon, so he would just let it go. Now that the crisis has been resolved, he still combined it with this one...

"Since this level of strange things have signed a contract with you, they will naturally enter your body. Don't worry, I mean your spiritual world. It will appear when it should appear, and under normal circumstances it will not have any impact on you. As for when it is suitable, you don't have the capital to ask me questions now."

After the doctor of carnivorous said, he simply turned back to the ordinary ring, leaving Donald alone on the sofa in the living room.

"What kind of book is this..."
Chapter completed!