Magicians never make wishes

The new emperor was promoted to an academic rank today, and he finally found a book called "The Beauty in Red" to celebrate.

While we were carefully examining the exhibits, an outsider who didn't seem to be a student suddenly appeared.

It scared him half to death.

I originally planned to give the other person a verbal reprimand and then hand them over to the registration office, hoping to get a reward in the process.

To his surprise, the other party was extremely arrogant and completely ignored him.

If he dares to ignore himself now, he will dare to ignore management, the academy, and even the entire duchy in the future!

As a newly promoted Level 3 student, Xin Jun felt he had to teach the other party a lesson.

His mental techniques have a unique advantage in detecting and locking onto enemies.

Not only does it have superior search speed, but once it locks onto an enemy, the opponent finds it extremely difficult to escape.

This is a skill that the new emperor is very proud of; it was by using this secret method that he successfully advanced his academic level to level 3.

However, when he had already located his target and arrived at the scene, ready to teach the other party a lesson with his wand,

This arrogant outsider had actually disappeared from his mental perception.

But he was clearly standing right in front of me.

He was pointing at himself, and dangerous energy was constantly gathering at his fingertips.

Mental strength doesn't lie, but vision doesn't always.

No wonder his appearance was so abrupt, and he didn't interact with anyone...

The new emperor suddenly realized what was happening, and a chill ran through him.

"A ghost!!"

He screamed in terror, turned around in a panic, but tripped and fell headfirst into the bookshelf next to him.

He even flung his magic wand out.

But he didn't care at all, and struggled with his hands and feet, scrambling and crawling to escape from the second floor area.

Even though the second floor area was large, his sudden shout in the quiet environment caused a small commotion.

But Ronan didn't care about any of that.

He was wondering why this student, who had suddenly tried to attack him, had inexplicably run away like a madman.

Even the best concealment only prevents you from being detected; it doesn't inflict any fear.

However, it was the small wooden stick that had fallen to the ground that caught his attention.

He stepped forward, picked up the short, thin wooden stick that the other party had used as a weapon, and examined it carefully.

The small wooden stick is somewhat similar to Gray Leaf's short cane, and it is surrounded by a subtle, strange energy, which may be related to so-called magic.

Apart from that, Ronan didn't see anything particularly special about him.

He simply packed it into his bag, intending to return it to the other party if fate allowed.

After some searching and digging, he now has more than twenty books that are related to necromancy or souls.

These were books that he glanced through and didn't immediately see too much bizarre content in; they were relatively reliable.

"Hello, I'd like to borrow these books."

Ronan went to the registration area on the second floor and showed his identification, a badge of the Arcane Society.

The badge is palm-sized, with its codename "Black Day" and academic level "Level 0" printed on the front.

The reverse side features the iconic symbol of the Arcane Society: the Arcane Eye, outlined in silky lines.

This was given to him by Darcy after he completed the induction process.

At that moment, an elderly man with white hair, nearing fifty, was sitting at the registration desk, engrossed in reading a book.

"Hello?" When the other party did not respond, Ronan raised his voice and called out again.

The old man remained unmoved.

Ronan suspected the old man was targeting him; the Secret Arts Society wouldn't hire a deaf person to read books at the registration desk.

"Sir, if you don't reply, I'll take it as already being registered."

As Ronan spoke, he turned to leave.

"Young man, why are you so impatient?" the white-haired old man said slowly.

"Can't you at least look after a scholar who's immersed in knowledge?"

Ronan peeked at the book in the other person's hand. He couldn't see the title, but the cover featured a scantily clad, busty, cute girl that caught his eye.

Sir, is your knowledge even legitimate?

"I want to borrow these books," he repeated, placing a stack of books directly in front of the old man.

For some reason, the books here have mediocre content, but the packaging materials are top-notch.

He had only been holding the stack of books for a short while when his arms began to ache and feel weak.

"Oh dear, another mage who's branching out into necromancy."

The old man wrote down the book titles one by one, and then began to speak.

"If you want to develop in the necromancy lineage, then you should not get involved in the flesh and blood lineage anymore."

As he spoke, he pulled out a book titled "Laying a Solid Foundation to Become a 'Flesh Warlock'" from a stack of books and put it aside.

"Thank you, sir." Ronan politely put the book back. "I was just looking at it."

Seeing this, the old man simply shook his head helplessly, and then said,

"Just call me Meyer, don't call me 'Grandpa,' do I look that old?"

Ronan was taken aback by what he heard.

I carefully examined the other person's full head of white hair and wrinkled skin, which was covered with age spots.

if not?

Just then, a familiar figure appeared at the entrance to the second-floor area.

"Darcy, you've come at the right time. Come help me move the books." Ronan's face lit up with joy; the burden of knowledge would be lighter.

"No problem." Darcy took the ten books, then bid farewell to the old man. "We'll be going now, Lord Meyer."

"Darcy, why are you back again?"

On the way back, Ronan couldn't help but ask.

"Sir, I heard that a supernatural event just happened on the second floor. I was afraid you didn't know, so I came to remind you." Darcy's voice trembled slightly.

"What kind of paranormal event?"

Ronan regretted not keeping his mental field active at all times, otherwise he wouldn't have missed similar content.

"It is said that someone discovered an unusual spirit in a secluded corner..."

"Souls feed on knowledge, cannot be perceived by the mind, and will launch indiscriminate attacks on those who approach them."

"That dangerous?" Ronan asked in surprise.

It seems that even the Secret Arts Academy isn't completely safe.

Darcy nodded in deep agreement, his pace quickening slightly.

Until the two completely left the second-floor area,

He breathed a slight sigh of relief, then turned to Ronan and asked:

"Sir, are you borrowing so many books at once in preparation for publishing an academic paper?"

"An academic paper?" Ronan wondered if he had misheard.

"To elevate your academic standing, you must publish academic papers as part of your research—that is, your own secret method."

Darcy added, "These details are described in the materials."

Ronan nodded, leaving the relevant documents on his bed at his residence.

"Sir, the student in cell '761' next door is very knowledgeable in this area. He just upgraded his academic level to level 3, and I imagine he would be very willing to share his successful experience."

Darcy, showing great concern for him, asked, "Would you like me to introduce you?"

Ronan still wanted to see the knowledge he had gleaned from the sea of ​​excrement first.

But before he could refuse, Darcy had already started talking to the man walking ahead.

"What a coincidence, Lord New Lord! Let me introduce you to a new member, who is your new neighbor."

It took the new king a long time to calm down.

He has already reported his encounter with the abnormal spirit, and the academy will likely send out a secret arts apprentice to resolve the issue as soon as possible.

Upon hearing Darcy's voice, he finally regained his usual calm demeanor.

"It's Darcy, so...yes..."

The new ruler turned around and noticed the 'abnormal spirit' standing beside Darcy.

He suddenly felt his blood run cold, and a tremendous fear washed over him, completely engulfing him.

Before he could finish speaking, he naturally fainted.