Magic Hand

"Small Fireball is the magic you wanted most, Mr. Dean. One final confirmation: do you want to buy this spellbook?" Mousse asked solemnly.

Although Dean had stared at the Small Fireball spellbook more than once or twice and had repeatedly said that once he saved enough money, he would definitely add it to his collection,

Mousse would still formally confirm whether the other party wanted to purchase it, as required by the rules.

After all, this was a spellbook worth one Gold Coin.

"I defi—" The word "nitely" was about to leave his mouth when, at that very moment, Dean happened to catch sight of a purple-black spellbook.

Dean froze in place. For some reason, curiosity welled up inside him, and he suddenly wanted to know what kind of spellbook it was.

"Wait, I remember... This purple-black spellbook wasn't here before."

Mousse had already placed her hand on the Small Fireball spellbook and was just about to pull it down. But she had not heard the final word, and that instant felt as long as an hour.

Fortunately, Dean's second half made it clear that he did not refuse to buy a spellbook. He merely wanted to ask about the origins of another one.

The five Silver Coins in payment nearly made Mousse think she was about to lose those five dazzling little treasures.

"Phew... You mean this spellbook? It's a new addition to our library from a few days ago. Apparently, it's a semi-support spell." Mousse explained, though she did not take her hand off Small Fireball.

Mousse thought that as soon as Dean heard it was a semi-support spell, he would lose interest and choose Small Fireball without hesitation.

In fact, Dean's first spell had been a purely support spell: Basic Binding Magic.

It was the only decent spell he had.

Of course, spells like Basic Illumination, which had even once been classified as a sub-basic spell, were so ordinary that the light produced by some slightly more powerful spells could rival it.

That did not mean support magic was bad. It was just that Dean wanted an offensive spell too badly.

So after Mousse's explanation, Dean lost interest as well.

"Then forget it. Just give me Small Fireball. After all, I already have a support spell..." Dean spoke as he looked at Mousse.

Perhaps because of what was in his heart, Dean felt that the purple-black spellbook in the corner of his vision was exceptionally conspicuous.

"I'm sorry, Mousse. Could I ask one more question about this... semi-support spell? What kind of spell is it?" Dean asked somewhat awkwardly.

He had interrupted Mousse twice in a row. Of course it was impossible for him not to feel a little embarrassed. However, the two of them had known each other for quite some time and were fairly familiar with each other.

"No problem. I'll introduce it to you." Seeing Dean's expression, Mousse had already determined that those five glittering little treasures would definitely end up in her purse, so she relaxed.

Using the special magic of a library administrator, Mousse recited a short incantation. An explanation of the spellbook then appeared before Dean.

Magic Hand, a dark-element spell. The caster could freely condense a pair of purple-black magical hands that existed in the air.

The true purpose of these Magic Hands was to replace the caster's own hands in performing dangerous experiments. Of course, they could also be used in battle.

"They can also be used in battle..." Dean's eyes seemed to contain nothing but that one sentence.

"Miss Mousse, I choose this Magic Hand!" Dean's gaze became exceptionally resolute in that instant.

"Huh? Oh... oh! All right, Mr. Dean. Come with me. I'll remove the binding from the spellbook for you." Mousse was stunned for a moment, but quickly recovered.

All the spellbooks in the library were bound. Before the binding was removed, no one could see their contents or take them away.

Mousse did not ask Dean why he had suddenly switched from Small Fireball to Magic Hand. It did not matter. The five Silver Coins belonging to her had already reached her hands.

"Transaction complete, Mr. Dean. This Magic Hand belongs to you now." After saying this, Mousse winked at Dean and added, "Let me tell you a little secret. This Magic Hand came from an important figure in the Magic Capital."

"The Magic Capital..." Dean was clearly intrigued by those words.

The Magic Capital was the center of this magical kingdom. No one knew how many powerful spellbooks and practitioners of various professions were there.

But it was said that the Magic Capital had more than one Eighth-Level Grand Mage Mentor who had mastered forbidden spells.

And this Magic Hand might have been created by a powerful fourth- or even Fifth-Level Grand Mage.

What else could they expect? In this impoverished Blue Town, there was not even a third-level spellbook!

Without a doubt, Magic Hand's quality had reached perfection.

"May I ask if you need any other services, Mr. Dean?" Mousse was becoming somewhat impatient. She rubbed her hands together repeatedly.

It seemed her longing for those five Silver Coins had reached its limit.

Before long, Dean had returned to the little house he rented and opened Magic Hand once again.

It was not that Dean wanted to learn the spell as quickly as possible. There were simply several special points he needed to examine carefully.

First of all, this was a dark spell. That was also one of the reasons a spellbook created by a fourth- or Fifth-Level Grand Mage was being sold for only one Gold Coin.

However, Dean also possessed a dark attribute. Basic Binding was more or less related to dark magic, which was why Dean had taken an interest in Magic Hand.

In fact, very few people possessed a dark attribute. This could also be considered Dean's misfortune.

Magic Hand.

Magic Level—Indeterminate!

This explanation was highly controversial. Indeterminate meant that the spell was not fixed at the basic or advanced level, but depended on the user.

Of course, low-level magic was already the weakest tier. As for sub-basic magic... it was too special and basically did not count as magic.

Therefore, whether Magic Hand was limited to low-level magic was not important to Dean. No matter what, this spell was worth it.

That alone put Dean at ease. From this point, Magic Hand was no worse than Small Fireball.

Dean did not immediately begin casting Magic Hand because the spellbook contained more than just that little information.

Three hours later, Dean finally put down the spellbook. He had read it over and over, simulating every detail in his mind several times before stopping.

It could be said that Dean had no problem casting the spell. However, to be safe, he still went to Bru Academy.

He wanted to choose a course related to Magic Hand.

Of course, Bru Magic Academy was only a small academy. The entire academy offered no more than ten lessons a day, so many apprentices had to wait a week or even a month before they could attend the magic course they wanted.

Dean was lucky. As it happened, there was a course related to Magic Hand today—Ice Shaping Magic.

(The End of This Chapter)