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The Ancient One nodded slightly, her gaze withdrawing from Mordo and returning to Russell.

She tapped her fingers lightly twice on the tabletop, returning to the earlier topic of inviting Russell over.

"I want to exchange an ancient magical codex for the Demon Scroll in your possession."

Russell's brow twitched.

"What codex?"

"A copy of the Book of the Vishanti. Not the complete volume, just a single chapter, but that chapter records seven methods for entering and exiting Hell, along with three powerful magics sufficient for someone with high magical affinity to grow into a candidate for Sorcerer Supreme within a few years."

Mordo's pupils dilated in that instant.

The Book of the Vishanti—even a copy, even just a single chapter—was one of Kamar-Taj's most precious collections.

The knowledge recorded on those pages was traded for with the lives of countless mages over thousands of years.

In fact, as far as he knew, some of those forbidden chapters were snatched by the Ancient One from a powerful demon decades ago.

In that battle, the Sorcerer Supreme even sustained not-insignificant injuries, recuperating for a long time before recovering.

And now she was going to use a copy of that book to exchange for a Demon Scroll?

Russell leaned against the back of the chair, looking at the Ancient One, those blue eyes devoid of any emotion.

He was thinking, wondering why the Ancient One insisted on the exchange.

Was the Demon Scroll really that important to her? Or was she trying to use this gesture to establish a deeper connection between him and her?

"I agree." In the end, Russell didn't refuse; anyway, as long as he could go to Hell, seeing Mephisto or not made no difference.

He reached out, the golden scroll sliding out of his sleeve and landing