Chapitre 317: Selecting Spells

Slapping of boots over an amber wood floor came sounding behind the two. Barbo carries a bag of cloth with the materials they needed.

"How did you open that book?" Barbo managed to mutter words over his pipe.

"I infused my mana into it," Ned said.

"Then…" Barbo said. The tall and muscular blacksmith went over to the closest cabinet and put the things he was carrying and went to check the book Ned was holding. "But the merchants I tried to sell the book says they can't open it even if they cast mana to it."

Ned frowned. All he did was inject his mana and the lock opened with a click.

Barbo held the leather-bound book midair, trying to distinguish the book if it was the real one or not.

"I-I." Mina scratched the back of his head. "I thought the book is useless, Uncle Bo. So, I gave it to Master Ned."