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Chapter 13 Sleeping Curse (Part 1)

"Teacher, I've finished reading the book." Lynn handed the notebook back to Anglie.

Perhaps tired of meditation, Anglie did not continue meditating at this moment, but instead took out a magic book with a purple cover and began to read.

As for why it's called a magic book, it's because the cover of this book can actually glow!

Lynn secretly looked at it seven times to make sure it wasn't his hallucination.

Anglie took a sip of milk, reached out and took the notebook from Lynn's hand, then put it back into his ring.

Then Anglie raised his right hand, a faint purple light emanating from his fingertips.

The purple light rippled outwards and quickly spread throughout the entire carriage.

Lynn looked around; it seemed like nothing had happened.

Old Kim, sitting in the front, continued to drive the carriage as if nothing was wrong.

"I originally gave you five days, but since you said you've finished reading, I'll test you. I don't like dishonest or unrealistic students," Anglie said calmly.

"As a wizard, even just an apprentice, you must learn to be down-to-earth. I've seen too many reckless apprentices lose their lives due to various accidents. If you're as foolish as them, I think I should consider finding a different student."

"I'll ask you one last time, are you sure you've memorized everything above?" Anglie looked at Lynn and asked slowly.

"I've memorized it all."

Lynn said sincerely that he had noticed some changes in himself ever since the door opened and imparted some knowledge to him.

He possessed the ability to remember everything he saw, and could memorize everything he read after only one look. This kind of enhancement was extremely abnormal, far more exaggerated than the slight increase in memory he received after his mental strength was improved.

It's no exaggeration to say that his memory is now comparable to a human printer.

But this change is a good thing, making his studies much easier.

"Then I'll test you on a few points." Anglie closed the magic book in his hand, his expression solemn.

They asked me about several points of knowledge in succession.

Some are just an inconspicuous word in a passage, while others are key points in a certain knowledge.

But Lynn answered them all precisely, without even having to think about it much.

Lynn Anglie asked about the contents recorded in that notebook.

For Lynn, who had already memorized all of the above, these questions were not difficult to answer.

Because Anglie was asking about the knowledge points in his notebook.

After Lynn answered all five questions correctly, Anglie nodded in satisfaction. "It seems you are even more suited to be a wizard than I thought. Your memory is excellent, that's good."

"I'll ask you another question, and if your answer satisfies me, I'll give you an extra reward," Anglie said.

"And this spell is a reward for your honesty." Angre's ring flashed.

The next moment, a black book appeared in Anglie's hand.

The book cover had three stark white characters written on it.

These three characters were not in any language that Anglie recognized, but the moment Lynn saw them, he understood their meaning—"Sleeping Curse".

"Thank you, teacher." Lynn took the book from Anglie with both hands. This book, which recorded the Sleeping Spell, was heavy and quite thick. Why was it so thick? Couldn't a spell be recorded entirely on a single parchment scroll?

At that moment, Lynn suddenly had a vague premonition that the extraordinary profession of wizard seemed to be equated with liver.

A powerful wizard is a workaholic!

He had witnessed the power of this spell firsthand. Lauren, who had just woken up and was still very irritable, fell asleep like a dead pig after being hit by a sleeping spell.

"Now that you've read the notes, you should know what mutation studies are. So tell me, why do so many wizards choose to extract mutated monsters from monsters? Why don't we guide people to mutate?" Anglie said.

"Because wizards need reason? If you directly guide people to undergo mutation, it might affect the wizards' reason?" Lynn thought for a moment. Through his understanding over this period of time, Lynn knew that wizards were a group of beings who explored the truth and pursued perfection, so naturally they would not allow chaotic thinking to affect their reason.

Lynn tentatively offered his answer: "Is it because inducing mutations in humans makes wizards irrational?"

"No, since it's a mutation, it's not just a malignant mutation, but there's also the possibility of a benign mutation." Anglie smiled slightly, a somewhat sinister smile on his face.

"The reason for the prohibition is that this is an ironclad rule for wizards issued by the Order Wizard Council, which prohibits directly guiding wizards to conduct mutation research on themselves. Wizards can modify themselves, transplant bloodlines, and conduct various transformation rituals, but they are specifically prohibited from conducting mutation research on pure humans."

The Council of Order Wizards?

This was the first time Lynn had ever heard of this existence.

But where there is order, there must also be conflict.

Anglie smiled, showing no intention of delving deeper into the topic.

"However, your answer still satisfies me. It seems you've grasped an important aspect of being a wizard: rationality." Anglie smiled.

Then, the ring on his hand flashed, and a notebook appeared in his palm the next moment.

"Take it and look at it."

This notebook is similar to the first notebook that Lynn had just returned to Anglie.

No wonder, when Lynn finished looking through the notebook, he found that the contents were incomplete and the knowledge contained within was also incomplete.

Much of the knowledge is incomplete; he feels there is still much more to learn.

As expected, there is more than one notebook in the Anglie series.

I wonder if there will be a third book after I finish the second one; there's a high probability that there will be.

After finishing his conversation with his teacher, Lynn noticed that old Kim, who was sitting at the front of the carriage driving the carriage, did not react at all to his and Teacher Anglie's conversation, as if he had not heard the sounds coming from behind.

It must be related to the spell the teacher just cast.

Bangor Port.

A row of low-rise houses sits on the salty, damp seashore.

With several expansions in recent years, the seaside city of Bangor has grown larger and larger.

The houses that were originally located closest to the sea have gradually become less inhabited.

The constant sea breeze, combined with the moisture and seawater, makes these houses near the sea damp and cold at night.

Even healthy people will develop a host of illnesses if they live here for a long time.

Few locals live here anymore, having moved to places closer to the inland. However, the influx of outsiders into Bangor in recent years has driven up property prices in the port.

Therefore, these coastal houses were also utilized by the locals, and after simple renovations, they became residential areas for some impoverished migrants living in poverty.

Although it is damp and cold, the prices are cheap. A small single room that can accommodate a family of three can be rented for a low price of only 5 silver coins per month.

In a damp, cold corner of the room, a small stove was burning, and steam was puffing out from the edge of a kettle.

The lid made a clanging sound as a little girl, about eight or nine years old, carefully lifted the kettle with a towel under her hand and poured the boiling water into a basin that had cooled down. She soaked the towel in the water for a while, then took it out and wrung it out. Her little hands were red from the burn.

The little girl quickly ran to the bedside and placed a towel on the woman's forehead.

The woman opened her eyes, her sickly face filled with tenderness. "Ava, go and rest for a while."

The little girl just shook her head and said seriously, "And Dad and brother have both gone out to work, so I have to take good care of Mom at home."

The woman listened to Ava's sensible words, her face filled with heartache and self-reproach.

She felt both heartache for her young daughter's maturity at such an innocent and romantic age and self-reproach for being bedridden and having to rely on her youngest daughter for care.

"Mom. I miss my older brother." Ava suddenly pouted. She remembered how her older brother had taken care of her when she had a cold.

Annika reached out from under the covers and hugged her daughter, her face filled with sorrow.

How could she not miss her eldest son?

But on the way out, the monster suddenly rushed out from the roadside and scattered the refugee group.

In the chaos, she only had time to grab her youngest daughter's hand.

When she came to her senses, her eldest son had already disappeared.

She and her husband searched the same spot all day but couldn't find any trace of their eldest son.

In the end, she had no choice but to continue fleeing south with her husband, their second son, and their youngest daughter, following the refugee group.

Many nights, she vaguely saw the figure appear by her bedside, but each time she reached out and grabbed it, it was just an illusion.

She desperately hoped that God would hear her prayers and send her son back to her.

Annika released her grip, grabbed her daughter's arm with her left hand, looked at her daughter closely, and raised her arm to wipe away the tears from the corner of her daughter's eyes.

"Ava is a big girl now, be strong and don't cry."

"Mom, you cried too," Ava said.

"Mom is relieved, relieved that Ava can take care of Mom," Annika said.

"Mom, we're almost out of water. I'm going to go get some," Ava said.

"Don't go out," Annika said sternly. "You stay home and don't go out."

Annika suddenly grabbed Ava's hand and pulled her into her arms.

The woman placed one hand behind her daughter's hair and the other around her daughter's waist.

The woman's eyes were fixed on the direction of the window.

Outside the frosted glass window, a blurry figure stood.

(End of this chapter)