Chapter 106
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Chapter 106: The Spellbook of the God of Magic
"So, you’re the God of Wealth that the old theater master was talking about?"
With a flick of his mind, the God of Magic sent out a flash of white light, and his previously disheveled clothes instantly smoothed out, looking as fresh as if they were just bought.
"I’ve taken a look at the Body Refinement Method you came up with," he continued.
"It’s truly remarkable, groundbreaking for fate bearers."
"But I haven’t settled on a price with the old theater master yet because I’m here representing not just Britain, but the entire Western European Alliance."
"How much are you asking to sell it to the Western European Alliance?"
Su Wen hesitated for a moment, then glanced at the God of Theater.
The God of Theater gave a slight nod, signaling Su Wen to speak his mind freely.
"The price for Merina was five hundred billion dollars," Su Wen stated after a pause. "So, for the Western European Alliance, it would be five hundred billion euros."
The God of Magic raised an eyebrow and smiled, "You’re sharp."
"Since the Western European Alliance isn’t a single country, I won’t shortchange you. I’ll throw in a secret scroll as well!"
As he spoke, a pristine ancient scroll floated over to Su Wen.
"Activate this scroll, and a protective light will envelop you, shielding your surroundings and adjusting according to your will," the God of Magic explained. "The wider the area it covers, the shorter it lasts, and vice versa."
"If there’s anyone within the light’s reach you don’t fancy, you can use it to either eliminate or drive them away."
"Essentially, the protective light is a versatile magic skill!"
The God of Theater chimed in with a laugh, "God of Wealth, this protective light is a forbidden spell. It can hold up against Emperor Level aliens for a few breaths, which is quite something."
Su Wen’s eyes sparkled. It could withstand attacks from Emperor Level aliens?
Impressive!
But then it dawned on him—despite the God of Theater and the Star God’s immense power and their efforts to protect him, he still fell prey to alien ambushes and assassinations. This suggested that the aliens had their own lethal tactics.
Still, it’s better than nothing!
"’Quite something’? What do you mean by that?"
The God of Magic’s eye twitched. "It’s clearly excellent!"
The God of Theater retorted, "You foreigner, don’t think that by making the scroll look a bit shabby, you can pass it off as some ancient relic. I can tell you made it just a few days ago."
Su Wen: "……"
So, the ancient appearance of the secret scroll was just for show?
When he first held it, he thought it was a genuine antique!
How naive!
"Then what do you want?"
The God of Magic asked, feeling a bit exasperated. Honestly, he knew that a single scroll of protective light wouldn’t satisfy the God of Theater.
But he couldn’t start by offering too much; otherwise, knowing this old theater master, he’d definitely be squeezed for more.
"One is too few,"
the God of Theater said lightly. "Make it ten scrolls of protective light!"
After a brief pause, the God of Magic replied, "Considering our relationship, I can agree to that."
The God of Theater’s eyes moved, and he added, "Since it’s for our relationship, how about throwing in five scrolls of the Ice and Snow Divine Needle? That’s not too much, right?"
The God of Magic: "……"
A moment later, fifteen ancient-looking secret scrolls were tossed to Su Wen by the God of Magic.
"The activation method is the same as usual. As for some techniques on using the Ice and Snow Divine Needle, you can ask the old theater master,"
the God of Magic explained. "This thing, I actually imitated him."
Su Wen took the scrolls and said earnestly, "Thank you, Master of Magic!"
As a friend of the God of Theater, calling him ‘Master’ was a small price to pay.
Besides, he’d gotten some pretty good stuff out of it.
Hmm… But it was surprising to hear that the Ice and Snow Divine Needle scrolls were imitated by the God of Magic.
Wasn’t the God of Theater the master of imitation?
The best imitator, being imitated by someone else?
"Alright, business is done,"
the God of Magic said, his expression turning serious. "Now, let’s talk about something personal.
The old theater master mentioned you might have some specific information about a treasure. Is that true?
If so, name your price. As long as it’s not too outrageous, I’ll take it."
Su Wen glanced at the God of Theater, who was subtly signaling him. He caught on immediately.
"I do have information about the treasure—more than one, actually.
But as for the price…"
The God of Magic said boldly, "Go ahead, name it!"
Su Wen replied softly, "I want your spellbook."
The God of Magic: "……"
I told you to name your price, and this is what you come up with?
The God of Magic glanced at the God of Theater, then back at Su Wen.
"Trust me on this, give the spellbook to this kid,"
the God of Theater said gently. "There’ll be plenty of trading opportunities in the future."
The God of Magic chuckled, then with a flick of his right hand, a jet-black book adorned with gems and intricate patterns appeared in his hand.
"At this point, the spellbook isn’t much use to me anymore, but it’s been with me for so long, helping me grow. I’m a bit reluctant to part with it."
A spellbook is the essence of a mage’s knowledge.
The stronger the mage, the more powerful the spellbook.
It contains every spell and elemental pattern the mage has ever used.
And the God of Magic’s spellbook is the most powerful and mysterious of them all!
Its power rivals that of an exclusive Divine Artifact belonging to a divine-level fate bearer!
In fact, you could say the spellbook is the God of Magic’s own exclusive Divine Artifact!
"This kid is the God of Wealth,"
the God of Theater said. "Give it to him!
As we say in China, if you have the chance to invest in the God of Wealth and don’t take it, you’d have to be a fool."
The God of Magic laughed, then with a wave of his hand, he sent the black spellbook floating toward Su Wen.
"Child, take good care of every magic within it.
Those who cherish magic will, in turn, be cherished by magic."
Su Wen took the black spellbook, feeling its cool surface and feeling a bit moved.
"I will."
From now on, this black spellbook was his.
The God of Theater had gone through a lot to convince the God of Magic to part with it, so it must be incredibly valuable.
No matter what, he’d have to remember this huge favor from the God of Magic.
If he ever traveled to future sub-timelines, he’d keep an eye on what was happening in Britain.
"Master of Magic, I have information about three treasures,"
Su Wen said seriously. "The Ghost Face Clan has one.
The Fire Tree Clan has two."
