Tang Dun never thought that this book could display fonts and talk to him, he was shocked and his eyes widened in surprise, subconsciously wanting to lift his head to observe the other people in the carriage, fearing being discovered by them.

  "Calm down!" Tanton forcibly suppressed all mental activity, forcing himself to think of other things and shift his attention.

  Only in this way can we remain calm and unruffled; otherwise, it is impossible not to shout out with extreme joy.

  Even so, it still startled Robinson's sensitive senses.

  "What's wrong?" Robinson opened his eyes and glanced at Danton, as well as the code in his hand.

  "It feels like I've been bitten by an insect!" Tandon suppressed the movement of putting away the law book, and casually scratched his neck, as if nothing had happened.

  Items with wisdom, at least perfect-level magical equipment, if auctioned, would start at a price of at least one million gold coins.

  Even if Tang Don is a fool, he knows the value of this book in his hand.

  This is a precious magical artifact that can make a poor person become a millionaire overnight, if the strangers in the carriage know about it, who dares to guarantee they won't be tempted by greed.

  Dangton had to be careful, losing the law book was a small matter, being silenced and abandoned in the wilderness would be a great tragedy.

  "Get some rest and don't be late for tomorrow's business!" Robinson warned, closing his eyes.

  Fortunately it was already late at night, the people in the carriage were drowsy and sleeping, no one had the energy to stare at him, otherwise with such a close distance, he would have been exposed for sure.

  "Hmm!" Dongton nodded, originally intending to put away the law book, but couldn't help himself and wanted to take a look.

  It's like someone who knows they've won a huge lottery prize - if they don't confirm it, they'll be on edge.

  "You actually possess wisdom?"

  Tang Dun dipped his pen in ink, hesitated for a moment, and wrote down the question.

  The law code did not respond, but all the words that Danton had just written down, as well as the answers on the pages of the book, all disappeared.

  "Keep quiet? I'll go mad then!" Danton's wrist jerked, and a line of beautiful script appeared on the page.

  "Nonsense! I am the ancient magical canon, the greatest encyclopedia of all time. How could I possibly lack wisdom?"

  It was as if an invisible goose quill pen was dancing, and on the pages appeared one by one magnificent words, the red ink left behind, like a fiery flame, seemed to be burning.

  Although it's just a line of words, that noble and proud aura still overflows from the paper, rushing towards me!

  "What font is this? It's really beautiful!" Downton sincerely praised, "Each of these characters is a work of art, like a heritage of civilization."

  "Your taste isn't bad, this is Nasseriel's Flame Script, but it's nothing special, I know many scripts, and even the calligraphy of the Eastern Continent has been studied."

  It's as if to show off, the second half of the sentence, every word is a style that Tang Dun has never seen before, but they all have one characteristic, luxurious to explosion.

  "Are you an aesthete?" Downton's face was expressionless, but in his heart a mighty storm had begun to rage.

  The Nasseriel magical civilization had already perished in the long river of history at the dawn of ten thousand years ago, let alone the ruins of the old country, even the remaining documents were scarce, all preserved in the Imperial Library of the Sunflower Dynasty, and even ordinary dukes had no chance to see them.

  They are too precious, and even a single drop of ink would be an irreparable loss.

  "Hmph!" Mo Dian used a single word to express his disdain for Tandon, "Commoner, you're too impolite!"

  "What should I call you then?" Tong Dun couldn't help but smile, this book was really interesting.

  "You can call me Mo Dian Ge or Lady Homa, oh dear, I've said it all, stop writing already!!!!!" Lady Homa scolded Tang Don, with a string of ellipses at the end to express her strong dissatisfaction.

  "How can you and I communicate?"

  Downton pressed on, but Holma remained silent.

  "Does writing on the Magic Book harm you?" After Tang Don wrote this sentence, he let out a sigh and was about to end the conversation. He wasn't someone who could withstand strong pressure, no, it should be said that he couldn't withstand strong books.

  "It's nothing, just going to get dirty anyway!"

  Pffft, Tong Dun almost spat out a mouthful of old blood.

  "Is this what you call a reason? Are you deceiving me or what? Those fonts can clearly be deleted!"

  The Magic Book was silent for several minutes before displaying a single sentence.

  "Alright, you've seen through me! I just didn't feel like talking because it's too much trouble!"

  Downton's mouth twitched, this demon's personality was indeed unpredictable.

  "Alright then, I won't bother you!" Tandon wrote down the sentence, ready to close the magic book, his mind starting to think about what benefits it could bring to himself.

  Joke, listening to this guy's words and tone, at the very least it's an item from the Nasseriel era. If you don't squeeze a bit, it's really not worth saying. Of course, Tanton won't use any tricks, a straightforward exchange is fine.

  "Wait, commoner, from your tone, you're displeased with me? Hmph, as a noble, I mustn't lose my composure!" This time Holma wrote quickly, "As an apology, I've decided to bestow upon you a meditation technique!"

  "Thanks, but no thanks!" Although he really wanted to, Tang Don decided to refuse. Who knows if the Magic Book was just joking or playing with him? So he replied, "You're not wrong about anything, no need to apologize!"

  "No way, you're just a commoner, yet you're so magnanimous, doesn't that make me look petty?" Homa said in anger.

  "Alright, you go ahead and send it!"

  Dangton was very curious, and even Nessarriel civilization knew that the magic book sent out a meditation method, how wonderful it would be!

  "Not now!"

  "Are you kidding me?" Tang Don almost spat blood on the book page, his face slightly darkening.

  "Commoners, watch your tone! Lord Horma's words are always worth a thousand gold coins!" Magician felt disdained.

  "Really?"

  "Absolutely true, eh? What's with all these question marks? Don't you believe me?" Holma was angry.

  "A noble shouldn't tell lies!" Downton deliberately provoked Mo Tian, spouting nonsense.

  "Alright, actually I only misspoke once, just once!" It seemed that Homa was worried that Tangdon wouldn't believe her, so she added a whole page full of exclamation marks to emphasize her certainty.

  "Whatever, it has nothing to do with me anyway!" Tong Dun took a step forward, preparing to get a clear understanding of Holma's personality.

  "Commoner, the Whirlpool Meditation technique you're using now is not bad, and your innate talent is also very good. As long as your magical energy is sufficient, you'll be able to condense a Soul Seed soon."

  "That's the meditation technique that my sister gave me, it's very precious!" Tang Dun's sister was exceptionally talented, a rare genius, and within half a year of enrolling in school, she was already being fought over by many instructors.

  Whirlpool meditation method was her current mentor's gift when they first met. She felt embarrassed if she didn't give something good to her apprentice.

  "Hmph, unsophisticated commoner, I'll give you the Sacred Angel's Meditation Method. Although it can only be used after you enter the Soul Stage, it will increase your efficiency in absorbing magical energy by several times."

  "Sounds impressive!" Tong Dun clicked his tongue, it seemed that Holma still had some family background.

  "Hmph, of course, something sent by the great Holma can't be trash. You'll understand its value once you learn it." Holma said proudly.

  "Thanks in advance!" Tang Don suddenly thought of another question, "What is the identity of that traveling merchant?"

  "A commoner!" Magdalen's response was indeed full of Holma's style.

  Dangton nodded, without much suspicion.

  The life of a traveling merchant is to buy local specialties in one place and sell them in another, selling the novelty, although occasionally buying antiques can make a big profit, but also losing money is not uncommon.

  "I'm going to sleep now, I've written so much, it's really tiring!" Homer wants to end the topic.

  "Wait, can you help me extend my meditation time?" Tang Don almost forgot the most critical question.

  "It's inevitable!"

  Homer's matter-of-fact flat response was enough to get Downton excited, he knew what this effect represented.

  "Why didn't anyone discover this magical effect before?"

  "Because those fools can't appreciate the charm of Mo Yan's writing style, by the way, your handwriting is terrible!" The Magic Book had been asleep, so all sorts of magical effects were sealed off. Tang Don's soul fluctuations when he was thinking deeply awakened it.

  "Sorry!" Tong Dun blushed and made up his mind to practice calligraphy well, being despised by a book was really embarrassing.

  In fact, Tang Dun's writing is quite good, surpassing the majority of people, but compared to the erudite Holma, it's utterly disappointing!

  "I'm going to sleep!"

  The magic book displayed three big words and then closed by itself without Tang Dong's touch.

  Tang Dun looked at this super-large magic book, put his palm on it, and gently stroked it. Those black stains seemed to have become more beautiful.

  "No character!" Tandon shook his head. The appearance of this demon book was really terrible, and even if it were thrown onto the road, no one would pick it up.

  Dangton didn't know that this wasn't the original form of the Demon Sutra at all.

  Homa actually sensed Tongdon's fondness for books, a genuine liking that could make him a poet, so he replied, otherwise even if he pierced the book page, Mo Dian would not have paid attention to him.

  Lady Hollander, but she's always exuding an artistic aura and never interacts with common people!

  Tangdon glanced at the moonlight through the car window and suppressed the idea of immediately entering a vortex of thought. If Robinson and others saw him thinking for a long time, they would definitely ask questions, and if he responded carelessly, it might lead to trouble.

  Taking a deep breath, Tang Don calmed down and put the magic book into his backpack, leaning against the carriage to rest. He was not a person who forgot himself when he gained an advantage, he knew what to do at any time!

  When the first ray of sunlight in the morning poured into the carriage, everyone was awakened. In the harsh and hoarse noise of the crows, everyone knew that Wuya Ridge Cemetery had arrived!

  Duren jumped down from the horse cart and stretched his waist. The bumpy road made his limbs numb.

  "Is this really Crow's Peak where ghouls roam?"

  Danton looked up and saw before him a land that had turned into black soil, mixed with rotten bones, decaying corpses, and some large maggots crawling around, making one's hair stand on end.

  "Smells awful!" Tony pinched his nose, although they hadn't entered Crow Ridge yet, the nauseating stench had already hit them, making their stomachs turn.

  Will couldn't hold it in, his face turned pale, he bent over and vomited a pool of sour water.

  "Half an hour for breakfast, then get to work!" Robinson took out a map and looked at it, his eyes shining with excitement, "Gold coins, I'm coming!"