Hao Ren had never imagined that one day he would have such a novel experience: poring over a medieval European magic book with a ten-thousand-year-old Vampire. It was the kind of scene that should only exist in movies—some dark, eerie, abstract film promoting mysticism and the unknown, preferably set in a lightless basement. But now, this ancient magic book was spread out in a sunlit living room. One of the people studying it was the current pope, another had six pounds of evil-averting talismans hanging from him, and beside them stood a Husky frozen stiff with cold... The wizard who had left this book behind would never have imagined that his work would one day be studied in such an atmosphere.
Vivian knew all kinds of strange tales from human history by heart. In an era when "books" were still a luxury, she had spent most of her time wandering across the Eurasian Continent, and that was also the period when wizards and the church had clashed most fiercely. The Others had already declined to the point where they were hiding in shelters, while humans who had learned forbidden knowledge—the wizards—had taken advantage of the church's unpreparedness to flourish. More than half the world's magic books came from that era, and Vivian had personally seen quite a few genuine copies.
The one before them was not among them.
Vivian stroked the magically treated pages and recalled the events of that time. "The world was in chaos back then. Mysticism and all kinds of dark ghost and god legends ran rampant everywhere, and looming above them was the even more terrifying oppression of the church. Life was extremely difficult for ordinary people. Wizards first originated at the end of the Mythical Era. Back then, they were merely hunting dogs kept by