There were seventeen books in all. Sixteen were the same sort of dirty little books as <A Night of Passion with Miss Havana in the Piano Room>. He slit open every cover, yet still found no secret battle aura techniques.
"I never imagined Marquis Bull was this kind of person."
Liszt drew a long face and placed all his hopes on the final book. It had no title. Its cover was yellow, bearing only the image of a disk.
The disk had been outlined in black ink and divided into three concentric rings: inner, middle, and outer.
The inner ring was divided in the shape of a rice character. At the tip of every line, the stroke extended into a symbol, and these symbols linked together to form the circle of the inner ring. Based on his experience, Liszt guessed that these eight symbols represented the eight attributes of magic power: wind, fire, water, earth, lightning, light, ice, and darkness.
This was a book concerning magic power, perhaps a magic tome.
The middle ring was much simpler. Wedge-shaped symbols were arranged one after another to form a circle. Some repeated, others did not. They did not resemble any kind of writing, so Liszt could not understand what they meant.
The outer ring was quite interesting, and considerably more complicated.
Dragons twisted together one after another, joining to form a great circle.
The entire disk had been handwritten in ink, yet it was extraordinarily meticulous and precise. The circles in particular were truly round. It was clear that the person who had drawn this disk—or rather, written this book—was definitely a magician. Only magicians possessed the patience and energy to study all manner of strange symbols.
He opened the book.
The title page contained an article, but it was not in