Witch Troupe and the Undead

Once thought to be the condensed remains of the Titans who created the world, it can only be found with a tiny probability in the deepest mines, and each vein is pitifully small.

Of course, the development of modern mysticism and magical technology has clarified the true cause of Titan Crystals: the effect of magical currents from the earth beneath our feet or from the depths of the planet on rocks with a high concentration of magically attracted quartz particles, which eventually formed crystal nuclei after hundreds of millions of years of contamination.

In addition, there are some potion ingredients, gems, etc., which are all materials that are difficult to buy or value on the market. This is the real composition of the compensation for spellcasters of the witch level. As for gold coins, they are just a token of appreciation or symbolism from the royal family or empire.

"Among this pile of things, even the cheapest garnet rubies are over 100 gold coins each. The remaining high-purity adamantite ingots and Titan crystals can't even be priced in gold coins. If I had to estimate their value, the slightly better adamantite would be around 100,000 to 300,000 gold coins, and the Titan crystals would be at least one million gold coins. However..." Leon wasn't tempted by these things because their value was inflated.

"However, compared to spending a million gold coins to buy it, they would rather spend ten thousand gold coins to hire a master thief to steal it, or at the very least spend tens of thousands of gold coins to hire a knightly order to rob it, or even simply start a war."

Because these things are essentially priceless and have no market value, the valuation of one million gold coins is based on the cost that a country or power can afford. In other words, if you were to take this out, in the most extreme case, the other party might be willing to wage a war with a total cost or loss of no more than one million gold coins to forcibly seize it.

"However, since it's compensation for a witch, I don't think anyone would actually try to steal it, because the cost would definitely be more than a million gold coins." A witch plus a Titan Crystal is basically equivalent to you launching an attack on a real magical fortress. The loss of a million gold coins is just the beginning. For a witch like Livia who is good at elemental bombardment, the magic power stored in this Titan Crystal is enough for her to wipe out any full-strength knight order in the empire.

It would take the Empire 20 to 30 years to build a knightly order from scratch, with annual expenses exceeding 15 gold coins (most of which was paid for in kind, such as fiefs and equipment, rather than directly from the national treasury). In other words, if it fell into the hands of a nobleman, the reason why other countries and lords would be willing to spend one million gold coins to rob it was because, in the right hands, it could cause the enemy strategic losses of more than 300 million gold coins.

Roach understood that things like nuclear warheads and nuclear bombs do have a market price, but only if someone is willing to sell them, you dare to buy them, and you actually dare to use them. No matter how expensive a nuclear bomb is, it will definitely be cheaper than the loss you would cause to someone else by throwing it away.

"You'll need to strengthen your security measures from now on," Leon suggested. "There's probably no one willing to pay such a high price to steal something; even dragons aren't that crazy, but..."

Countless people have either paid others to steal or come to steal themselves. Otherwise, do you think the academy's multiple protective barriers and the anti-detection and detection spells that fill every spire are simply to prevent unauthorized personnel from entering and interfering with teaching?

"Do you think anyone would come here to steal it?" Roach asked, pointing to the bull's head plowing the field. Leon nodded solemnly. "About 35 years ago, the Holy City Cathedral acquired an Oracle Stone, which you can think of as something like the Titan Crystal. Then the news leaked out... In the following five years, the cathedral was robbed 2 times, an average of once every two days, all for the Oracle Stone."

"What happens after that?"

"Then it was stolen." Leon spread his hands. "In the heart of the Holy City, in the cathedral, right under the nose of the Holy Lord, it was stolen from the treasury where hundreds of knights and even saints were stationed."

"Hiss~" Everyone in the house gasped. If this news got out, even living in the living forest would feel like being surrounded by a throng of visitors.

"Therefore, information about this kind of crystal cannot be leaked. That's why the estimated price is inflated. If you actually put it up for sale, it will be stolen before you even find a buyer."

The reason it only circulates among high-ranking members and advanced spellcasters is that once the news leaks out, even with the academy's tight defenses, it will probably experience a constant stream of thieves and a bustling atmosphere—if even the Holy City Cathedral couldn't protect it, the academy probably won't stand a chance either.

After all, what started as petty thieves might have turned into masked bandits of unknown identity. In such matters, while ordinary adventurers and common people might still harbor some illusions about high-level spellcasters, Roach and his companions, who knew what the little witch's teacher had done, absolutely believed Leon's story about the cathedral being stolen.

An ordinary thief certainly wouldn't have that ability, but if you ask him if Neel Riley has that skill, not to mention Roach, even the Little Witch would hesitate after hearing it. The most important thing is that she not only might have that skill, but she also has a high probability of having that motive, and might even have actually stolen from the cathedral!

"Of course, there's another way: use it as soon as you get it." Roach probably understood why Elena gave Livia the Titan Crystal as compensation.

On the one hand, if the witch is seriously injured, the magic inside can be converted into healing for the Life Witch. Titan Crystal is enough to heal any serious injury or even near-death injury. There are even rumors that it can be used as a tool for a true resurrection spell. Once the crystal's magic power is more than half consumed, its strategic value is basically gone, and it will no longer attract people to steal or rob it.

On one hand, it's probably because there are too many people and too many eyes in the academy now, and it's really not safe to keep this thing at home. It's more convenient to give it to the little witch. Luo Qi also doesn't rule out the possibility that the academy is currently consuming too many materials, and using ordinary things is not enough to offset the price, so they simply took out this overvalued Titan Crystal to pay off the debt.

"Let's deal with this after Livia wakes up. She should have a solution. If not... let's just give it to Old Ma. Isn't he just missing an equipment to become the Lord of Hell?"

This way, we can directly take over the Dream Realm, seize that guy's throne, and let our own brother Ma sit on it. Surely no one would be crazy enough to storm into Hell and steal something from a Hell Lord, right? The premise is that by then, the Titan Crystal will still have enough energy left to cover the cost of robbery or theft.

In addition, Lulua, as a teaching assistant, also received her own compensation, which was a severance package. Some ancient scrolls were included. Others might not recognize the Church of the Night God, but Ms. Elena and most of the professors at the academy would. Even if they didn't recognize them, they could find the records by searching through the library.

These scrolls are from other ruins on the continent and are related to the Church of the Night God. They are collected by the academy. Some record lost doctrines, some contain spells and combat techniques, and some contain ancient prayer books and sacred ritual diagrams.

Lady Elena, unaware of the valley's great secret vault, was clearly also unaware that many of these items held only collectible and cultural relic value for Lulua and the Night Clan.

However, there are still some records and research materials on residual divine power from church members who believed the gods might have perished after the Church of the Night collapsed and could not get a response from them. These are of little use to Lulua, but should be of considerable use to the Church of the Night.

“However, now a very serious problem has arisen…” Roach clasped his hands together, “We don’t lack advanced materials; what we lack are large quantities of basic and commonly used materials.”

Whether it's Roach replenishing ammunition, reforging Alessina's weapons, conducting routine experiments and research, or the Little Witch preparing to build a larger mobile workshop, all require a large amount of low- to mid-range and mid- to high-end materials. Top-tier materials like Titan Crystal are actually in low demand.

Since the academy didn't provide these materials, we had to buy them with gold coins. "In other words, what we're lacking right now is money..."

"Three hundred gold coins..." Let alone the young lady, even Roach's research wouldn't last long, not to mention the need to buy other supplies and travel expenses.

"Forget it, we'll figure out the money later. Put the Titan Crystal and Adamantite in the basement. Oh, and Alessina, have you retrieved all the artifact fragments?"

"At least most of them are here." Wupeng Sword was thrown onto the ceiling at the time and stuck there. When the ground collapsed, it fell down with the oblivious simulated demon and was buried below. As for the fragment of Night Light, it is now a real fragment, broken into a dozen or twenty pieces. However, the largest fragments have been recovered, and the rest are still buried underground.

However, it's not necessarily a bad thing. In the dark underground environment, these fragments, still retaining the goddess's power, would act as a powerful seal on any surviving skeletal demon, potentially even killing it outright. Keep in mind, even a Hell Lord would scream like a goblin had its toes stepped on if struck by one of these things; a cricket-like skeletal demon wouldn't fare much better even if poked a few times by these fragments.

"These fragments will also need to be reforged, but I don't have the ability. You can only ask the young lady if she can repair them. If not, give them to Lulua and let her make a shrine to enshrine them." After all, they are artifacts of a true god, and the underground helped before, so it is only right to find a shrine to enshrine them.

"Ugh~" A pair of fair little hands stretched out from under the blanket, then the golden ball of fluffed up a few times, sat up, looked around sleepily, raised its hand to rub its eyes, and a crystal lamp in the dim corner of the room automatically turned on. A wooden comb jumped from the table into the little witch's arms and was grabbed to comb the hair hanging down behind her ears.

The witch walked downstairs in a daze, almost falling down the stairs, but luckily the wooden staircase sprang up like a snake and caught her.

Livia walked barefoot on the floor, making a pattering sound, and her fair, white soles were covered in dust.

"Snap!" She kicked the side of the fireplace, and the old stove, which could be traced back to her mentor's youth, coughed and woke up. A few puffs of ash came out of the chimney, and the charcoal inside the stove was automatically gathered together and relit by a small fireball that the little witch casually threw in.

A large pot hanging on the stove was filled with water. Then, several small bags were casually pulled from the cloth bags on the wall and the shelves. Herbal powders and processed leaves fell into the pot. Soon, the room was filled with a faint, sweet rose fragrance.

While yawning, the little witch stirred the contents of the pot, eventually boiling down to a small bottle of pink, viscous liquid. She poured it into a wooden mold and let it sit. "Ice..." A large amount of fire element gathered at her fingertips, creating a magical low-temperature environment. Then, at the witch's command, this cloud of low-temperature gas covered the mold.

"Hmm! Done~" A light pink block of material was poured out of the mold. That's right, what she made was soap. In the bathroom of the cabin, the hot water produced by Roach's magic water heater had filled the bathtub. Livia carefully tested the water temperature, shivered all over, and then carefully climbed into the bathtub.

"Whoosh~" Her light golden hair covered most of the water's surface, and some brush-like tools were used to clean it. Although the little witch could use magic to clean the dust off her body and the dirt on her hair, taking a bath was not only for cleaning but also for relaxation.

As Livia awoke, the hut also rose again, its four stone legs taking steps eastward, the movement causing ripples on the water's surface.

"Hoo~" Livia leaned against the tub wall, looking like she was about to fall asleep again.

Meanwhile, in the basement, Leon was confronting the furnace, which refused to cooperate. Leon tried to coerce and bribe it, but after the negotiations failed, he said, "Well, I'm really not good at reasoning with people, oh, and it's the same with non-people." Leon gave up on resolving the issue in a normal way and took out the alchemical bomb given to him by Roach from the workbench next to him.

Before the furnace door could close on its own, he grabbed the handle, forcibly pulled it open, and threw it inside. The entire furnace let out a piercing scream, followed by a series of angry curses. However, when Leon took out the second alchemical bomb, the furnace finally gave in.

“Now I believe that young lady can subdue the demon by beating him up.” Leon looked at the furnace fire that had finally returned to normal and took out his wolf-headed silver sword to prepare for repairs. “You have to fight the furnace with a bomb to light it.”

Just as Leon was repairing his longsword, Livia, now dressed in new clothes, staggered down to the basement. She was immediately startled by the unfamiliar knight in front of her, her small hands nervously protecting her chest, as if she would burst into tears at the slightest sign of trouble from him.

Of course, if that really happens, Leon will have to endure a beating from the heavy blacksmith tools in the basement.

"Um, sorry, I'm new here. As you can see, we'll be traveling together for a while."

"Oh..." Livia relaxed a little, then scrutinized the burly man in front of her. "A blacksmith?"

"Huh? No, we've seen them before, over there in the cave."

"Hmm..." The little witch recalled that there seemed to be such a person, but at the time, he was wearing a helmet and she couldn't see his face. However, his build looked the same.

"Hmm!" The little witch walked over, patted his arm to indicate that she remembered, and then looked at the stove. The stove, which had been unruly just moments before, suddenly burned even more fiercely, like a diligent servant.

However, the witch had no intention of fighting Leon for the right to use it. Instead, she reached into the furnace and pulled out a ball of flame that floated in her palm. "The water heater seems to be broken..." It was really annoying to run out of hot water halfway through a bath, so she had to fix the water heater. If it couldn't be fixed for the time being, she would use this flame to maintain the water temperature.

Livia carried the ball of fire into the hut. As she entered, she seemed to sense that something was amiss. She turned her head to look at the open space, where Minotaur was watering some herbs, seemingly without any apparent abnormality.

When he was back in the bathtub, the little guy suddenly stood up, a look of surprise on his face: "Where's my mom?!"

Chapter 377 Hell's Insider

Hell, a land of twisted flesh and blood. Bones piled up into mountains, blood flowed into rivers, and twisted, deformed limbs stretched out from the fleshy ground, blooming into dazzling dark red flowers. Among those ancient and decaying skeletons, snake-like muscle fibers moved silently.

The sky was a blood-red dark red, and the sun looked like the bloodshot, pale eyes of a drowned person, staring at this world made of deformed flesh and blood.

"Bang!" The dark red skin deformed under the huge impact, and a broken fang flew out mixed with foul-smelling saliva. Then, the whole body crashed heavily into the mountain of bones, and bone fragments flew everywhere. Before it could get up again, a black hand grabbed the hideous horn and pulled the "mutant demon" out of the pile of bones.

"Speak quickly!" The saliva burning with purplish-black demonic fire sprayed all over the face of the mutated demon, causing its skin to sizzle.

"You're really stubborn, aren't you?" Old Ma's fists cracked as he clenched them. "I see you still don't understand~" The sound of his heavy punches hitting his face was like the sound of a leather pillow filled with bran.

"You won't talk, huh? You're so stubborn, aren't you? Let's see if your mouth is as hard as my fist!" With the final blow, a heavy punch slammed the demon, who was almost completely reduced to a writhing puddle of flesh, onto the ground. His muscles and bones, under the influence of hellish magic, kept trying to heal. "I'll give you one last chance. Will you talk or not?"

"..." The demon muttered its last words: "What did you say? I really don't know..."

"Crack!" The horse's hoof crushed the head completely, and the demonic fire instantly burned away its demonic nature. The corpse became part of this land of flesh and blood.

"I know nothing..." The horse-headed demon glanced at the increasingly numerous and tighter illusory chains around his neck, his scalp tingling. This meant that his time here was running out. The good news was that he didn't have to stay in this perverted place any longer, nor did he have to search for hellish rifts to return to the real world.

The bad news is that the mistress's contract power is a bit too strong, meaning that if it continues to be out of control for too long, it will be forcibly pulled back to the real world. And that process is like stuffing a person into a sausage machine and squeezing them into sausages. It will be pulled through the real gap between the realms. The result is certain, and whether the process will cause great physical and mental trauma to the demon is irrelevant.

Because of the Night God, the "distance" between the Flesh and Blood Twisting Realm and the real world is still quite far. He not only has to experience being dragged out of a toilet or sewer pipe, but he also has to experience it more than once, and in the process, he also has to experience bumping into different entities from different realms.

Such a cruel scene, apart from demons, is probably only something Tom the cat could endure. Old Ma felt that it was better not to challenge his physical and mental limits. If he witnessed some chaotic information source between realms during the process, he would probably be stuck in a state of confusion for a long time afterward.

If you don't want to experience this "high-speed recall", then you have to find a hellish rift to return to the present world. Unfortunately, the rifts you find are either blocked or forcibly healed by some kind of divine power.

"No, such a vast realm, even a true god couldn't sew it all up!" In that case, there would be no threat from hell. Not to mention that these kinds of rifts would naturally continue to form, some large and some small. It's just that with distance and divine power sealing them off, the easy-to-pass and obvious rifts would be blocked, while the hidden ones would still exist.

"We still need to ask the local demons." Old Ma stood up, his gaze searching for the next person to "ask" between the flesh plains and the bone hills. Well, he was both asking and listening at the same time!

He quickly found his next victim... no, a benevolent demon. A bone demon wandering the flesh plains was rummaging among the skeletons, searching for strong bones to fit into its body, when it heard a familiar voice.

"Hey, don't go. I want to ask you something. Do you know where the rift is lately?" A strong arm was placed on the shoulder. "Aww?" The bone demon's bones suddenly gleamed with a metallic sheen and formed countless spikes that expanded outwards. Not only that, the skeletons on the ground also trembled slightly, making a crackling sound.

For Old Ma, the reaction in his bones was at most a slight itch. But for an ordinary demon or mortal, his bones would have already torn apart and flesh would have been flying everywhere.

Old Ma grabbed the Bone Demon by the spine and raised his fist, which was as big as a sandbag. "Where is the nearest crack?"

"Bang!" Without waiting for a reply, a punch was thrown, knocking the bone demon off balance. After a few seconds of pause, the question was asked again, followed by a continuous, uninterrupted beating.

A few minutes later, "Another one who knows nothing. Fine, let's keep asking." Old Ma released the Bone Demon, who had been hammered all over the place. A strange demon wanderer, known among the demons as "the gossipmonger," was "asking" for information all over the Flesh and Blood Realm. Many demons found it hard to understand what "the gossipmonger" meant and why asking for information would terrify or even baffle other demons.

It wasn't until this "gossip" came knocking on their door that they realized this meant that once this demon saw you, you would be guaranteed to be beaten and have to listen to his ramblings. If he couldn't get the information he wanted from you, you would be constantly beaten.

However, while the demons were terrified, Old Ma was even more terrified, because the chains had already appeared on his wrists and were beginning to materialize, meaning that a small hole could appear in front of him at any moment, and the entire demon would be squeezed out of the hole by the chains, like toothpaste being squeezed out.

And along the way, they would bump into the remains of various realms and the rifts between realms, fragments, and the corpses of gods and divine beings, and finally, after a long and arduous journey, they would be pulled out through another equally small hole.

This is why most of the time, summoning demons through rituals without opening the rift is the result of projection. If you don't project the real body and have to squeeze in like this, it's too torturous. It's okay for those who are not strong, but the stronger they are, the more torturous the process is. Making a dwarf crawl through a chimney is completely different from making a strong man crawl through a chimney.

The clatter of the chains jolted Old Ma awake from his light sleep. "No, I need to speed up my investigation. It seems I won't get any results from these ordinary demons. I need to find a few higher-ranking ones; they might know the location of the rift." Thus, the "Demon Inquisitor" hurriedly embarked on his journey once again, and this time, the range of demons targeted would be expanded to an unprecedented extent.

"It looks like Old Ma has run back." Roach said, looking at the little witch who was puffing up her cheeks and seemed a bit unhappy.

"Is he going to cause trouble?" Leslie was a little worried about Old Ma running away. After all, he was a demon, and a cunning one at that. Just look at how Minotaur got tricked into coming here.

"..." Livia clenched her fists. Although her small, fair fists were not very intimidating to the people here, the Minotaur outside suddenly felt a strange chill, as if something terrible was about to happen.

“I told you, no matter what kind of contract it is, it’s not very effective against demons. They have plenty of ways to exploit loopholes.” Leon spoke with the air of someone who had been there before. There were far too many people who had been tricked by demons into giving up their souls because of superstitious contracts. He had seen plenty of such people working in the church’s disciplinary office.

Even some people within the church think they can use evil to fight evil, and the end result is that they are given a seat in the dark cell of the sealing ward or the discipline hall. This is only for those of high status who are not convenient to be publicly burned at the stake. Ordinary pastors and priests who dare to do such a dirty thing are burned in public.

It has to be said that Leon's words really added fuel to the fire, making the witch even angrier. Meanwhile, on the other side of Hell, the chains on Old Ma's body tightened even more and began to writhe as if they were alive, with the ends of the chains extending into the void, as if he would be pulled into a void gap in the next second.

For Lao Ma, this meant that the mistress's patience and temper were about to run out. The little witch did have a very good temper; at most, she would get a tap on the head or a couple of kicks for making a mistake. But that didn't mean her patience and good temper were limitless.

In other words, even if they find the rift and return, they will probably suffer a very severe punishment from the demon's perspective—a pay cut!

This pay cut doesn't mean the remaining soul fragments are gone; rather, the parts that were eaten and integrated into one's soul will be extracted, allowing one to enjoy the feeling of being torn to pieces on a soul level and still not dying—of course, from the little witch's perspective, it means the disobedient bad horse is taking back all the snacks that were previously distributed.

If I had to use an analogy, the little witch couldn't pull out the parts of her soul that were completely integrated into her own, or perhaps she didn't intend to punish her in this way. But those that weren't completely integrated, those that weren't fully fused, were like the various rings and nails worn on her body, which were then roughly pulled out. Would she die? No. Would it hurt? Definitely!

"Damn it, tell me, where did you hide the rift?! You're the lord's lieutenant, you couldn't possibly not know!" Old Ma no longer used his fists, but instead wielded a bone mace, grabbing the lord's lieutenant and giving him a sound beating. "Heh heh, your contract is about to expire, and as a demon, you don't even know this..."

"Bang!" "I'm not here to listen to your nonsense. Tell me, where are you hiding, Rift!"

"You won't talk, huh? Then I'll see if your mouth is tough, or if the stick in my hand is tougher!"

The beatings continued, relentless and relentless. As the chains tightened, the force and speed of the blows increased. The contract made my club spin, loyalty! I wielded it with the force of a whip, sixty blows per second. The mace was swung with the power of a leather whip. Finally, the lord's lieutenant, unable to withstand the beatings, confessed.

Almost the instant Old Ma passed through the rift, the chains solidified completely.

"Damn it!" The entire demon was instantly pulled into the shadows, dragged through the gap between the real world and hell, smashing through countless random things along the way. Fortunately, it was much better than being dragged out of hell. It was like being dragged out of a drainpipe versus being dragged out of an alley full of junk and air conditioner units.

"Young Miss, I didn't do it on purpose! Someone set this up!" As soon as Old Ma landed, he saw Livia's unusually gloomy face.

Although the little guy usually doesn't show much expression, he never displays this lifeless, doll-like indifference. His light golden bangs cast a dim shadow on his little face, and the shadow even seemed to be wriggling slightly, reflecting his owner's extremely bad mood.

"I fought a bloody battle in hell for a long time before I found the rift to return."

"Thump!" The staff struck his head heavily. Feeling the sudden agitation of the fragments in his soul, Old Ma's heart clenched instantly. Fortunately, perhaps his explanation was passable, or perhaps the little witch was certain he wasn't lying, or at least not in the general sense. So, he was only hit hard once, and there was no further punishment.

As for whether my salary will be deducted, that's almost certain, but it's better than having it deducted from my life. Who can stand the feeling of having undigested fragments of their soul forcibly ripped out?

“I’m telling you, don’t trust the demons’ excuses too much. They always come up with a lot of excuses. Even if they don’t lie, they can just make up a false impression with all the truth. It’s just commonplace for demons,” Leon said, arms crossed.

Old Ma's eyes widened in disbelief as he stared at the unfamiliar man. Who was this man? They had no grudge against each other, so why...? Old Ma saw the young lady, who was about to leave, suddenly stop and turn to look at him with a strange expression. Cold sweat dripped down his forehead.

The bull had already moved far away, afraid that blood would splatter on him. And judging from Old Ma's reaction, it seemed that his earlier threats were probably not false. After all, his current mental state, which was on the verge of collapse, did not seem like an act.

However, the little witch hesitated for a moment, probably thinking that she had already been punished and it was inconvenient to beat her again. She snorted angrily, turned around and left. Only then did Old Ma finally breathe a sigh of relief. Cutting the food was much better than performing the soul-crushing pain on the spot.

The cabin was expanded a bit. Leon had cut down some wood from the surrounding woods to extend the cabin further, adding a room next to the kitchen on the first floor and expanding the library on the second floor, since the little witch had brought back quite a lot of books.

Hmm? You're asking how she brought them back? Of course, she memorized them or copied them from her notes. Otherwise, how could she have taken all the original and rare books from the academy?

Dozens of quill pens danced swiftly in the air, copying down the magic books and alchemical knowledge that Livia deemed valuable onto scrolls of paper. Roach, standing nearby, was responsible for collecting these scattered papers one by one, separating them according to their categories, and binding them into books.

This is a job only he can do. Just like those demonic trees that sense souls, these magic books also observe the outside world through soul perception. If Roach does this job, the newly formed magic books will not harm him.

Of course, the main reason is that when the little witch copied it, she did not use obscure language or transformations. She directly copied the spell structures and powerful words. This caused the book, which might have taken a long time to transform into a real magic book, to have the corresponding power immediately after the copying was completed.

In a sense, this can be considered a theft prevention measure. As taught by the old witch who was a master book thief, copying the real thing is the best theft prevention measure, because the person who steals the book may be sent to heaven by an out-of-control spell the moment they open it.

Of course, the drawback is that without Livia's special power, these are all copies of the "true words". Putting them in the library is like lighting a candle in a powder keg. Although the gunpowder is not ignited, everyone knows what will probably happen next.

"Hey~" Livia tiptoed and stuffed a newly bound book into the new bookshelf shelf. There were already seven or eight rows of such books, with names written on the spine in script that would not trigger spells. They looked quite simple, without gold plating or leather covers, just a thick layer of paper wrapped around them, with a triangular obtuse-angled wooden piece at each corner for protection.