abnabooks Chapter 64 What kind of broken spell?
Chapter 64 What kind of broken spell?
"Let me see?"
Zag immediately became interested and picked up one of the books to start reading.
Putting everything else aside, the names of these two spellbooks do sound pretty intimidating!
Think about it, Flint's book is just about something like "Fireball," which sounds like a common roadside spell. But these two? One is called "The Pale King's Eternal Slumber," and the other is called "The Lullaby of the Primordial Tree." They're both sophisticated and sound incredibly powerful!
but……
I have learned the skill of "Soul Exile".
Illusion spells are now available.
As Zag flipped through the spellbook in his hand, which he could hardly understand at all, a prompt that suddenly popped up in his field of vision puzzled him.
Wasn't it supposed to be called "The Pale King's Eternal Slumber"?
How did it become "Soul Exile"?!
But let's just say "Soul Exile"—it sounds pretty powerful...
Strong my ass!
Zag only took a moment to fully experience the effects of the spell before he became completely numb.
This spell, just as the man boasted, can banish the soul of any being to annihilation.
Of course, this isn't permanent; it probably only lasts a few minutes, but that's enough to influence the outcome of a battle. It's practically an invincible spell, however...
The key to the problem lies in this "however".
However, the prerequisites for using this spell are extremely demanding. First, it requires the user to have a sufficiently powerful reserve of mana, which is impossible for Zag in his current state. Second, the banished target must not offer any mental resistance and must have absolute trust in the spellcaster; otherwise, the soul cannot be easily separated from the body.
What's the difference between this and taking off your pants to fart?!
If the person I want to exile doesn't resist at all in terms of thought, then what's the point of exiling them? They could just become my underlings!
May I ask you this?
In short, this is a spell that has absolutely no positive effect in combat.
He couldn't even exile himself to annihilation!
Otherwise, it might also be used as a survival skill for escaping.
Forcibly suppressing his complaints about the utterly useless spell, Zag smiled and returned the spellbook to the other party, politely declining the sales pitch: "I probably don't need it. May I look at another one?"
Although the man showed disappointment upon hearing that Zag wasn't interested in "The Pale King's Eternal Slumber," he still enthusiastically handed Zag another book, saying, "Of course, please take yours. This 'Lullaby of the Primordial Tree' is also an absolutely worthwhile spellbook!"
[Soothing Techniques] Have been learned.
This time, only one notification popped up in my field of vision.
Zag sensed that the spells in the book were also illusion spells, and it was obvious that "Lullaby of the Primordial Tree" was probably a name given by some middleman at some point, and its real name was "Soothing Spell".
As the name suggests, this spell can soothe the emotions of people, animals, and even plants.
It may sound useless, but actually...
Yeah, it's really not very useful.
If he learned this spell, he could probably become a decent psychologist, but Zag currently has no intention of becoming a doctor, so it's still useless.
Even though Zag had no intention of buying these two spellbooks, which were actually quite useful, he felt a little more justified in getting them for free after seeing how useless they were.
So Zag returned the spellbook to the other party, saying, "I'm sorry, I don't really need either of these."
"Well, actually they're very useful! Really! And they're only 30 gold pounds a book! There's no better deal! Even keeping them for your collection is a good choice!"
It's much more expensive than Flint's most practical "Fireball" book! Where's the bargain?
Zag thought to himself that he was complaining, but he still politely declined, saying, "Thank you, they're fine, but I don't really need them right now."
Seeing that he couldn't sell the two spellbooks, the man had no choice but to resign himself to his fate: "Alright, alright, if you ever change your mind, please come to me immediately, and I'll give you a very good price!"
"I will."
After giving a perfunctory reply, Zag continued walking into the black market.
"Seriously, you didn't just flip through a few pages and learn all the spells in those two spellbooks, did you?" Snowball chattered on. "And I think the price is really good. When I was at the Golden Palace, I saw the students there trading secondhand spellbooks for hundreds of gold pounds!"
Zag did not reply, after all, he did not want to be seen as a madman talking to himself.
Soon, after walking a few steps, he stopped in front of a stall.
Because there was a sign hanging in front of that stall that read, "Buying magic materials at high prices, we buy everything."
This isn't like handing a pillow to someone who's sleepy!
Zag stepped forward and sized up the stall owner, discovering that the man was actually a Gore, and quickly asked, "You buy everything?"
The Gore people have always had a good reputation.
The other person seemed easy to talk to, but his voice was very hoarse, like that of a very old man, which was completely inconsistent with the strong muscles exposed on his body.
"I'll buy any magical materials, as long as the price is right!"
"That's what the Gorei stall owner said."
Zag thought for a moment, then lowered his voice and asked, "Will you buy the fur of the original werewolf?"
"The original? Are you sure?"
"100% certain!"
How many?
"One basket, that's about it! At least two pounds!"
As he spoke, Zag gestured with his hand to indicate a size as large as Mrs. Marsh's grocery basket.
The Goryeo stall owner's face immediately showed wariness and suspicion: "You're not kidding, are you?"
"You can inspect the goods first," Zag replied very sincerely. "To be honest, with this quantity of goods, even if I gave you a little extra to try it out, it wouldn't affect me much, provided that you actually buy it."
The Goryn stall owner remained skeptical, but still offered a price: "If your goods are truly the fur of the original werewolves, I can offer 100 gold coins per pound."
Zag didn't know the market price of the first-generation werewolf's fur, but that didn't stop him from trying to bluff. So he shook his head and said, "Too low. This is a first-generation werewolf, not a lesser werewolf, it's top-quality stuff!"
"I won't lie to you, just a couple of days ago an alchemist bought some werewolf fur from me. It was from my old stock. I quoted him 8 gold pounds and 12 shillings per ounce. You can ask around; I'm the only one in the entire black market with this kind of high-quality stuff. That's exactly the price he paid. I admit the price I quoted wasn't high, but it wasn't low either. I have to make a profit, and I have to pay all sorts of black market fees. I don't really get much. You should understand, right?"
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Camus Nekyios Pallorex, the Lord of the Dead, is revered as the Pale King. He governs death and souls and has a wide following, though not many believers. He is one of the nine Holy Spirits of the official faith of the High Kingdom.
At the same time, He is considered the most powerful of the nine Holy Spirits, and His followers claim that the Pale King is annihilating an endless army of the dead and possessing the greatest kingdom of the dead (i.e., Camus's Kingdom).
Its retinue consists of the Faded Ones and the Ash-Clad Ones, both of which are non-living magical species existing in the Annihilation Realm.
The format of the ritual incantation is as follows (but it is not recommended to perform supplication rituals to it):
I call upon you, Pale King, Lord of the Dead, Camus Nechios Palorix.
[This section contains the request itself; there is no specific format.]
[This section is an oath, with fixed content: "When my color fades, cover me with your cloak and grant me eternal slumber in the land of the dead." (Can be changed, but not recommended)]