The Wizarding World: Throne of Frost - Chapter 149

Renault manipulated the dark hand and slowly stretched out to the Frost Book on the table. At the moment when the two touched, a slightly vicissitudes but majestic voice suddenly rang out in the whole room:

“Congratulations, young man, you have successfully passed the many tests I set. From now on, you will be eligible to obtain my inheritance!”

At this moment, a faint light suddenly flashed on the mysterious Frost Book, as if a thin layer of light film appeared and disappeared quickly. At the same time, the black hand that had been transformed by the shadow cloak really touched the Frost Book.

Renault, who was standing aside, suppressed the surging excitement in his heart, slowly stretched out his hands, took the Frost Book from the shadow hand, and gently flipped through it.

His eyes were eager and focused, and he carefully read every line of text and pattern recorded in the book page by page.

Thanks to the powerful auxiliary function of the chip, Renault was able to record the contents of the entire book completely and accurately at an astonishing speed, and conduct rapid and accurate analysis and organization. Time passed by minute by minute. When the last page was turned, Renault closed the book gently and breathed a sigh of relief.

However, what disappointed him was that although the book recorded in detail Kudora’s in-depth and unique insights into the ice element and several complex models of first, second and third level witchcraft, it did not contain the advanced meditation method he had dreamed of.

Nevertheless, Renault knew very well that even these witchcraft models in front of him were of great value.

And the understanding of the ice element represented the crystallization of Kudora’s years of research and practice. If he could master it and use it freely, it would undoubtedly greatly enhance his strength.

Thinking of this, Renault felt a little comforted. He carefully put this precious book of frost into the backpack he carried with him, and then looked around again, not missing any corner that might hide clues.

Suddenly, Renault’s eyes seemed to be attracted by something, and he found that the walls around the desk were empty.

However, unlike the surrounding walls, there was no bookshelf on the wall facing the desk, but a mural was hung instead.

This mural is like a fine work of art, with a black crow painted on the picture. Its feathers are black and shiny, as if they can reflect a faint light; its sharp beak and sharp claws are clearly visible.

The details are handled very delicately, making the whole crow look lifelike, as if it will fly off the canvas at any time.

With strong curiosity, Renault slowly approached the mural, then stood in front of it, staring at the crow in the mural intently. His eyes were focused and deep, as if he wanted to see some secrets hidden behind this crow.

At the same time, Renault ordered the chip to conduct a full-scale scan of this mysterious mural. However, after a meticulous test, the chip did not feedback any abnormal data information, and all signs showed that this seemed to be just an ordinary mural.

Just when Renault was about to retract his gaze, an unexpected situation occurred-he suddenly realized that the crow on the mural seemed to gently blink its scarlet eyes!

This sudden change startled Renault. He wondered if he was seeing things. So he rubbed his eyes and looked at the mural again.

As if he was extremely impatient because of being stared at for a long time, the crow in the mural hanging on the wall, which was originally motionless, suddenly shook its broad and black wings again.

At this moment, Renault, who had been concentrating on observing the mural, was very sure that he was absolutely not wrong.

Obviously, there was a huge deviation from the previous scanning results of the chip. This seemingly ordinary mural was not an ordinary thing.

Renault could understand this. Although the chip has extremely powerful scanning and analysis capabilities, it is still just a product of high technology in the final analysis.

When faced with some items that are beyond common sense and have extraordinary properties, their limitations will be immediately exposed, and it is impossible to achieve a comprehensive and accurate analysis.

After realizing that things may be far more complicated and dangerous than imagined, Renault’s heart suddenly surged with a strong sense of vigilance.

He did not dare to be negligent, and quietly circulated the magic power he had mastered in his body so that he could deal with various emergencies that might come suddenly at any time.

At this moment, the crow in the painting seemed to have keenly noticed that Renault had noticed something, so it simply stopped pretending and said directly: “Oh! I didn’t expect that I couldn’t hide it from you after all! You found it so quickly!”

While shouting like this, the crow began to shake its body constantly. As its movements became larger and larger, it finally broke out of the two-dimensional painting in an incredible way, and flew straight to the desk beside it like a black lightning.

Witnessing this incredible and magical scene in front of him, Renault couldn’t help but widen his eyes, his face full of surprise that was difficult to conceal.

However, deep in his heart, he never relaxed his vigilance for a moment, and still carefully prepared powerful witchcraft that could deal with any situation.

The black crow seemed to have extraordinary perception and keenly captured Renault’s subtle movements.

It turned its head slightly, stared at Renault sharply, opened its sharp beak again, and made a harsh and warning cry: “Hmph, stop trying to play those cheap tricks. Everything is in vain in front of me!”

As the echo of the crow’s cold words dissipated in the air, suddenly, a powerful and heart-pounding mental pressure gushed out from the crow’s seemingly petite and fragile body like a surging torrent. The intensity of this pressure reached the terrifying level of a third-level wizard!

In an instant, Renault felt as if he was pressed down by an extremely heavy mountain and could hardly breathe. His legs began to tremble involuntarily, as weak as a reed swaying in the wind.

Then, his knees bent, and the whole person fell to the ground with a plop as if his spine had been taken away.

At this moment, the magic that Renault had been preparing to perform secretly was instantly interrupted by the sudden strong mental pressure.

He knew that there was a huge gap in strength between the third-level wizard and the wizard apprentice, which was like an insurmountable gap.

Under such an absolute gap in strength, no matter what kind of ingenious strategy he racked his brains to come up with or what kind of magic he used, it seemed so pale and meaningless.