According to the address I got at the underground market last night, I came to a place in Puston City and knocked on the door of a house. An old man with gray hair and bright eyes received him.

Both sides explained their purpose. Donald took out the short knife that he had agreed to before, and the old man took it and held it in his hand and looked around for a while. After saying the authenticity, he took Donald directly to the second floor and into a study.

It is said to be a study room, but in fact it also has a studio meaning, with a large amount of equipment placed on the desk against the wall.

The bones of unknown creatures were thrown into the stone mortar, crushed inch by inch with a copper pestle, and then added some of the yellow and wrinkled curly leaves to it. The old man's hand was very stable and he grasped it just right.

"What are you doing? I'm here to finish the book. Are you going to sprinkle the powder? Not so good..."

Donald moved a chair and sat at the table. Seeing the old man busy and poured some strange things into the stone mortar, he began to doubt whether the book he had spent 15 gold pounds would be unexpected. The day after tomorrow, the time was agreed. If something went wrong now, the plan would fail.

"The imitation of strange things is very different from the collections on the market. Ordinary antiques and jewelry are all about the surface when imitating them. If you want to make fakes and real, you will always have a way to polish them carefully. Strange things are different from them... Be optimistic about your cat, if you lick some of these powders in, the pet hospital must go to."

The old man answered Donald, and he didn't miss the work he had to take the time to push Finger away, but the latter took two steps ahead and returned to Donald.

"Why are the difference?"

Donald knew from the introduction of the underground market that the old man in front of him was a veteran of imitating strange things. At ordinary stalls around him, people often came to him to buy some fake strange things and put them on the stalls to attract those who want to try their luck. The seller thought he had picked up a bargain and spent a few gold pounds to buy a strange thing.

After I went back, I realized that I was the one who was cheated, and the "strange thing" I bought was simply a waste product.

"I can't tell you that many things can be said. I can only say that every strange object has its own unique attributes and characteristics. Just like this short knife, it focuses on sharpness, and there are shock runes engraved on the blade. It is not easy to cause problems when cutting some special materials with it. However, ordinary people will only think that the material is okay when they look at it. People like us will know it is unusual when they glance at it. You also said that your book is more 'dark', so I want to add a little... Negative energy, your fingers get cold when you touch it, and you can find that gray fog is surging around. Is this effect enough?"

After all, he is an expert, and he says one by one, Donald nodded secretly and no longer disturbs him.

From the old man, he knew it would take an hour to complete, so he began to flip through some books on the bookshelf after asking for permission.

Dingling ~

The ringtone rang in the study. Donald initially thought someone was calling, so he glanced back and found that the old man behind the table stopped moving. There was no landline on the table.

"Who have you gotten into trouble recently?"

The old man asked without looking back, obviously knowing what the ringtone means.

"What's the meaning?"

Donald was a little puzzled.

"I am a fake guy and have some fame in the circle. In order to prevent some people from snooping, I set up an alarm array near the house. The ringtone just now is the feedback after the trigger. From your position, I look at the backyard wall on the left. Is anyone looking into the house?"

Following the old man's instructions, there was indeed someone. Donald leaned to the right side of the curtain and looked at the person below, frowning involuntarily. He had an impression of this person.

The man he met at the back door when Dr. Andy's house caught fire.

How could he be here? Could it be that he knew that he had leaked the news and was taking revenge?

"I haven't made fakes recently, so naturally I have no enemies. If it weren't for your short knife, I wouldn't even take this job. Thinking about it, who else could the person below besides looking for you?"

The material was grinding, and the old man said as he poured out the ball of powder and put it on a piece of copper sheet. He formed a magic seal in succession with his hands. A bright yellow flame rose up on the copper sheet and ignited the powder. A large ball of gray mist lingered in the air, attracting Donald's sight.

This craft can be called a scorpion shit in the city of Puston - the only one.

"You can solve the person below first and come back. The process will be almost done by then... If you don't have that ability, I can recommend a few thugs to you. As long as the money is in place and killing someone is nothing."

The old man was not too busy, and raised his head and raised his eyebrows at Donald. This was an old man, and his age allowed him to talk about these things with ease.

"I can handle it myself. I will put my cat on your side for the time being. Come back later. Be careful of my book. I will use it in two days. If something goes wrong, it will not be solved by accident."

Donald didn't have the money to hire someone anymore. He patted Finger's forehead and let it stay in the study. Finally, he reminded him that if something went wrong with this book, he might be very difficult to talk to.

"Don't worry, you are not such a delicate object, you just add some negative energy to it."

The casting action changed, and the old man stretched out his index finger to activate the black fog, causing it to linger in the fakes of the black book.

Donald turned around and went downstairs, walked out of the main entrance, and noticed that there were people waiting near the main entrance. When Donald looked over, he was still trying to hide in the crowd.

At this point, Donald was not in a hurry, paused at the gate, and then took a pot of flowers from the windowsill and went back into the house.

The man I saw on the second floor before was not at the front door, which means that there was more than one person following him. It was meaningless to take action rashly. Now it was daytime, and there were many pedestrians coming and going on the street, and it was not easy to use spells.

"The man had seen him at the back door of Doctor Andy before, and he was a cult person, Rastoll? No, he didn't see through my identity and didn't have the courage to follow me,"

After stopping on the stairs for a while, thinking about the origins of those people outside, which were not sent by Rastole, Donald immediately thought of the battle outside that he felt when he was reading the Dark Book in the cellar room.

Could it be the subordinate of the man called Krato?

How should these people deal with it? This is a problem. Will it be solved directly by leading them to a hidden place?

Since he took the initiative to deliver it to the door, Donald happened to throw them out as stones asking for directions.
Chapter completed!