Chapter 717 Volume 9 – Chapter 91: Gift (Part 2)
The increased magic power allowed more magic uses mentioned in “Book of the Dead,” which was naturally delightful for the two who had just come into contact with this power.
Everyone sought convenience and efficiency. After listening, Wang Yuechuan nodded. He thought for a while and asked, “Professor, any good suggestions?”
“That ritual requires a lot of spirits.” Professor Trevor said quickly, “The mass graves we have used in the past few days are effective, but in fact, the number of spirits is not much. According to “Book of the Dead,” the longer after death, the higher the spirit’s quality. These mass graves are old and not in their best state. I suggest that we can go to the cemetery in this city quietly.”
Wang Yuechuan shook his head and said, “Professor, our country practices cremation. Although it is a cemetery, most of them are empty. According to “Book of the Dead,” the deceased will give birth to a spirit body. They must be fostered by one body for a while before it leaves. The situation in the cemetery may not be the best choice.”
Professor Trevor was unwilling to do so-called consolidation. In his view, the human body as a container of magic power had infinite potential. With such a considerable amount of equipment, the more the increase in magic power, the better it would be. Wang Yuechuan seemed to be conservative.
He shook his head and suddenly suggested, “There is another place where there should be a lot of spirits. It is fresh and even easier for you to reach them.”
Indeed, the corpses parked in the morgue were unnatural deaths. Some were not claimed for a long time. Using the internal words of these public officials, the grievances in the morgue were too dense. Many of the staff assigned to guard the morgue had a pale complexion. It was rumored that some retired older adults suffered from illness.
If the spirits caused it, this trip would improve the magic power and resolve this so-called ‘resentment.’ It stopped civilian police officers working in the morgue from being eroded by the spirits. It would be killing two birds with one stone.
If they succeeded, then it would be explainable that Cao Yu could take things from the evidence room grandiosely with no one noticing him.
“Wang?”
“Nothing.” Wang Yuechuan shook his head slightly, “I just remembered some minor things. I have no problem entering the morgue with my authority. I could even bring you in. But, Professor, are you sure you want to go today?”
For Trevor, this was equivalent to the traditional Spring Festival for Wang Yuechuan. Therefore, even if he knew that this place could improve magic power, Wang Yuechuan would want to be contaminated with bad luck on such traditional festivals.
It was not because of superstition but the respect for tradition. Not to mention that the morgue would not disappear all of a sudden, and no one would use it too, so naturally, he won’t be impatient.
Professor Trevor smiled indifferently and waved his hand, “Wang. Since we got “Book of the Dead,” you and I are no longer ordinary people. We are supernatural humans. What is the meaning of this kind of festival to us? It would be more meaningful to improve magic power.”
“Then, it’s up to you.” Wang Yuechuan nodded, “I will change my clothes. Then, let’s head out.”
When Wang Yuechuan entered the room, Professor Trevor gave a cold smile. He had accumulated enough magic power to activate a particular spell in “Book of the Dead” that he had hidden.
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Since Number 18 said that the mission failed and let Dazhe play around by himself, Dazhe had not seen Number 18. Of course, he could sense Number 18’s coordinate, but he thought that the eldest sister would not be eager to see him since a day had passed. So, he returned to the club.
Luo Qiu seemed to have no dislike for the failure of this mission. But in Dazhe’s opinion, Luo Qiu and the young man he met in Village Luo were still no different.
Despite the master-servant relationship.
At this time, the maid and Dazhe were drinking tea while chatting about this traditional Western culture festival. Dazhe shook his head and said, “Did the boss tell you? I have stayed in the cell for the past ten years. Apart from the Mid-Autumn Festival and the Spring Festival, how can there be any celebration, let alone Christmas? Speaking of it, You Ye should be a foreigner, right? How do you spend your time?”
Dazhe looked at the maid curiously.
Although they were drinking tea, as the exclusive maid of the master, she had been standing, holding an exquisite teapot all these while.
“There is a so-called Santa Claus in red at Christmas. As for Russia, it has a similar image.” You Ye recalled, “But he is called the red-coated Father Christmas. There is also Snow Maiden as an assistant, giving gifts together. The name of the Christmas tree is different. It’s called the New Year Tree…”
Dazhe heard some new facts and said curiously, “Since it’s not the same, why are you quite attentive when decorating it as if you are looking forward to it?”
Dazhe shook his head secretly. He thought it would be better off to go out and wander around.
“Are you talking about something happy?” Luo Qiu’s voice suddenly came. He walked out slowly, but he was holding many boxes in his hand.
These boxes were beautifully packaged, which made people look forward to it. The maid hurriedly stepped forward and shared the load with Luo Qiu.
Dazhe was taken aback, subconsciously said, “So many?”
Luo Qiu smiled, “Yeah, I didn’t realize until I made so many of them.”
[1] Dog food: Public display of affection in front of the singles.
