Noah initially did not understand why his foster father, who had finally returned from the underground, would co to him and speak so extensively.
It wasn’t until his foster father handed him a piece of storage gear filled to the brim and urged him to study its contents carefully that Noah, the whole Dragon, felt a bit numb.
Because inside the storage gear, the books were sorted and organized by category, but they were not the type of books that could be openly read. Instead, they were books of evil arts, veritable forbidden books.
It is no exaggeration to say that if you took any book out of this ring and walked up to a Paladin, even if they did not strike you with an Evil-breaking Slash, they would surely throw a ’detect evil’ at you.
"Too evil! How could he give such books?"
Noah specifically found a secluded place, took out one of the books, and after flicking through it for a while, couldn’t help but click his tongue.
Undoubtedly, these books ca from the underground, as their content was infused with the darkness, cruelty, greed, and desire characteristic of the Dark Territory, making them instantly recognizable.
"Uncle, what are you trying to do?"
After going through a few books, Noah couldn’t help but feel puzzled. These books could all be classified under dark magic and were among the particularly cruel types of dark magic.
Dark magic originated during the Barbaric Era when civilization was still in its early stages and were derived from the most bloody and cruel ancient sacrificial rituals.
The original source can be traced back to the ancient existences worshiped as gods by primitive tribes in their ignorance; as for now, they can be traced to those Evil Gods who outshone their predecessors.
In short, Noah’s foster father brought back a large number of dark forbidden books from the depths. It’s not surprising to be able to loot such books when fighting in the Dark Territory, as underground creatures would go to any lengths to survive.
However, for soone like his foster father to specially collect these books and then ask him to study them is a bit terrifying upon further thought. Regardless of the evil arts, practicing and mastering them always requires paying extrely cruel and terrifying costs.
In so cases, the practitioner themselves has to bear the cost, but more often, other creatures can be used to share the burden on behalf of the practitioner.
"Stripping bloodlines?"
Noah quickly sumd up the common characteristics of this batch of dark forbidden books, which all involved bloodline evil arts, generally describing how to enhance the completeness of a bloodline and even upgrade its rank through evil ans.
In the most ancient tis, during the uncivilized era when ditation and breathing techniques had not yet been developed, bloodlines were the most powerful sources of strength, and powerful creatures were often born naturally.
However, although bloodlines are innate, they can also be stripped, transferred, fused, and enhanced through acquired ans; nothing is certain, and everything can be changed.
Thus, during the era when bloodlines were revered and evil arts flourished, many related forbidden techniques were researched. Although many of these forbidden techniques have been destroyed to date, and although the True God Church explicitly prohibits them, these forbidden techniques still prevail in so special regions.
Even though the era of bloodline supremacy has faded, creatures and professionals who are powerful due to their bloodlines still hold a significant place in the world and cannot be ignored.
"Hiss~"
As Noah’s gaze turned to Uranos, fighting a Cloud Giant youth, he couldn’t help but draw a sharp breath. Yet, he quickly dispelled the absurd and dark thoughts, refusing to believe his foster father would engage in such actions. There must be other considerations in giving him so many evil arts books to read.
"Could it be..."
A similarly absurd guess erged, and although Noah found it a bit unbelievable, when combined with his foster father’s grand ambitions laid out in front of him, it seed the most likely possibility.
"Weapon forging!"
Noah recalled his foster father’s earlier promise, not because he coveted the leftover materials promised for crafting his Magic Weapon, but rather because his foster father now had a need for weapons.
The Golden Dragon clearly rembered that Casius had no requirents for a weapon, able to employ thunder as his weapon, just like his big nephew.
Yet now preparations were being made to invite several Dwarf Kings and even a Gno Divine Craftsman to forge a weapon for him. This was a decision made, and preparations for that decision!
Because the more he thought about it, the more likely it seed, Noah began to seriously study the dark forbidden books his foster father had sent him until his aunt appeared before him.
"Who gave you these books?"
A fine and slender hand, brimming with barely subdued anger, slapped the book pages in front of the Golden Dragon. The pages, made of a certain kind of leather, imdiately emitted a mass of black air under that slap, transforming into an eerie and terrifying shriveled head in the air, letting out a wailing screech. Yet, in front of the furious Extre Intent Mage, these manifestations of resentnt and curses were dispersed even before they got close.
"Uh~ Aunt, why are you back? Has the battle in the Dark Territory ended?"
The Golden Dragon’s head tilted slightly back, asking in a tone of slight confusion.
"Don’t think of changing the subject. Answer my question: who gave you these books? Was it Casius? Did he ask you to study the contents of these forbidden books and then assist him in setting up an array to strip bloodlines?"
At this mont, Selena was clearly in an untouchably irritable state. After her long speech, her eyes, glowing with the six-colored Elental Light, were fixed tightly on Noah.
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