Chapter 74 – The Unimaginable Dakdimon Five Years Later [6]
Dak did not hide anything; indeed, there was no point in hiding it.
One who could open a shop on Traveler’s Street would not be an ordinary person.
Don’t be fooled by the old man’s kind appearance; once he steps out of Traveler’s Street, he could be a formidable figure.
Dak directly pointed at the hook and asked, “Grandpa, could this be the legendary Fate Hook?”
The old man adjusted his long beard and smiled, saying, “It’s rare for someone so young to recognize it. Yes, its original form is indeed the Fate Hook, yes, the one that hooks souls.”
Dak was puzzled, “Original form?”
The old man nodded and took up the rusty hook from the stall, wiping off the dust.
He then said, “Legends are legends because they are intangible and incomprehensible. If someone were to have the real thing, how could it still be called a legend? This hook is merely made by people, imitating the legend.”
Dak nodded vaguely, somewhat curious, “Then, Grandpa, can it hook souls too?”
The old man looked at him and suddenly swung the hook forward, “Scare!”
Dak instinctively ducked, but the hook swept past him from above.
The old man chuckled, “Can’t hook, can’t hook, it can only hook away some trivial thoughts.”
“Trivial thoughts?”
Dak’s mind stirred as he listened attentively.
The old man, “Come, let me show you… Oh, what’s your name?”
Dak, “I’m Dak, and you?”
The old man nodded, “Just call me Old John.”
With that, he walked into the dimly lit shop.
Dak hesitated for a moment before following.
Old John lit an oil lamp inside the shop.
The light spread, illuminating the entire store.
Old John pulled out a piece of sandpaper-like material from a drawer and waved it in front of Dak, “Gold paper.”
Then he rubbed the gold paper against the hook, and the old rust flaked off.
When he stopped rubbing, the “Fate Hook” looked brand new.
Dak was amazed.
“Watch closely!”
Old John raised an eyebrow at Dak and suddenly grabbed the hook, jabbing it into his own head and hooking it!
The front part of the hook turned into a phantom upon touching his skin.
Then, a transparent bubble was hooked out of his brain!
“Pop!”
Old John reached out and popped the bubble.
“Empty thoughts, refreshing—”
He looked refreshingly clear.
…
Dak couldn’t help but ask, “It can extract thought material from the brain?”
Old John nodded and casually threw the hook back onto the stall, “It’s old, the quality isn’t guaranteed. And you can’t use it now. When you reach fifth year, if this hook is still around, I’ll sell it to you.”
…
Dak’s lips moved slightly, but he finally left the antique shop.
He knew that high-grade tools like these, which touch the brain, require immense ability to control.
Just like how he, despite having the Mana Dropper, only dared to use the safest “蜻蜓点水法” method.
This imitation Fate Hook was very similar to the Mana Dropper, except the latter could only extract one drop at a time while the former could pull out a large chunk!
That was too dangerous.
Just hooking trivial thoughts was fine.
If he were to hook deeper things, he feared that he might end up pulling out his entire brain!
“Fifth year?”
Dak pondered.
“Do I need it when I’m in fifth year?”
…
Finally, after adding a few blank Mana Spirit Cards and experimental materials, Dak left Traveler’s Street.
He still had a lingering thought about the Fate Hook, but just a faint one.
As he entered the castle, a raindrop quietly fell.
It started raining…
“What good luck!”
Dak looked back at the gathering rain clouds in the night sky, feeling a sense of wonder.
…
The weekend passed in two days.
Dak either stayed in the Common Room or the Library.
Occasionally, he went to Traveler’s Street to collect Flower Cards.
But it seemed the new batch of Flower Cards was limited, and the distributors had run out.
After another round, he collected three more.
But he wasn’t discouraged.
Since the Flower Cards had been distributed, he could gather them from students later.
However, these Flower Cards always felt unstable, and they might fail at any time.
Relying on external objects was never the right path.
Most of Dak’s time in the Library was spent studying theories related to the mind.
He realized he lacked knowledge in this area. If he could delve deeper, perhaps he could devise a more ingenious method to extract more “Pride” and other capital sins within a month.
Instead of waiting passively for next month.
…
By the third week of November.
On Monday morning, during the first class, Professor Shylph continued teaching the theory of Sacrificial Summoning Spell. The students barely made it through until the end of the class, then all became lively.
Even Dak couldn’t help but smile.
The next class was Professor Kazel’s Mana Theory, where they would begin making their second Mana Spirit Card under Professor Kazel’s guidance.
Of course, there were also students like Dak who had already made their second card.
Emma Maltis was one of them. She occasionally summoned her second Mana Spirit in the Library.
It was a winged gold coin, best at pretending to be a coin.
At 9:50 AM.
Professor Kazel arrived ten minutes early, but the classroom was already full of students.
He looked pleased with the enthusiastic students and clapped at the door.
Two muscular human forms carried in a large box.
“Three people, distribute the materials.” After putting away the Mana Spirits, Professor Kazel said.
Emma silently stood up from the front row.
Two girls also cheerfully followed, “We’ll help too.”
It was unclear when, but Emma’s popularity had improved.
…
“I believe everyone hasn’t forgotten, right?”
Professor Kazel walked to the podium after the bell rang, still as gentle as ever.
“This class, we will practice the Basic Conjure Method. Don’t underestimate it just because it’s ‘basic.’
Remember, it will be the most commonly used method when you create Mana Spirits in the future! Now, open your books and review the steps of the Basic Conjure Method together with me.”
Hardly had he finished speaking when groans erupted below the podium.
“Ah? Shouldn’t we start making it right away?”
“Professor—”
The young magi felt like being doused with cold water just as they were about to unleash their power.
The atmosphere in the classroom plummeted.
But Professor Kazel ignored them and continued teaching.
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