The branches in the pond were carefully built into a tower shape by the maid. The magic fire between the curtains was t, leaving only a few smokeless candles on the writing platform burning quietly. On the large bed covered with black velvet quilt, two naked cushions kept shouting and lingering, the woman's moans and the man's gasp continued for a long time.

Finally, everything calmed down with the woman's loud moan. Shaoke leaned on the maid's soft body and gasped heavily. "Master Xueye, will you still leave here?" The female mage gasped and said her thoughts.

Shaoke did not answer the maid's question, but carefully felt the soft body beneath her and reached out to slowly wander on the maid's sweaty body, not stroking the sensitive area on the other party. After waiting for a while, he shook his head and pressed on the maid and fell asleep.

When Shaoke woke up, the maid had already put on a snow-white silk robe and leaned on him to massage. When Shaoke woke up, the maid asked happily: "Master Xueye, I have prepared food." After obtaining the maid's consent, the maid took the clay pot on the grill and took the medicine soup inside for Shaoke to eat.

Unable to leave the maid, she couldn't completely hide it, Shaoke asked the maid to leave here. "There is no need, so you don't have to come here." He said, pointing to the casting record that was still placed on the writing table. "You can borrow some books there. I think this is OK."

When the maid left Shaoke's room, he continued the work that he had not completed. He wrote down the insights smoothly, and occasionally he had to comment on some necessary explanations next to him. Of course, this kind of thing needs to be completed for a long time in a peaceful environment.

Record the battle situation, meditate, practice various spell casting techniques, and try to write simple ancient magical characters. All of this continued in such a normal and orderly manner.

In a few days, Shaoke not only recorded the details of his recent battle, but also read the two spell books he had obtained while performing tasks. However, looking at the spells recorded by the mages in it, Shaoke did not practice, and even did not copy the work. This is mainly because the spells recorded in these spell books are not suitable for matching with the spells he knows now in battle.

Enjoying the gentle massage of the maid, Shaoke carefully checked the skin on the writing platform that depicted dozens of magical characters and some magic arrays. He planned to crack the magic above according to the methods recorded in the books and take out the things inside. In the end, the idea of ​​trying to crack it controlled his brain. He wanted to try to remove the magic array above. Even if there were any errors and losses, he didn't care. After all, this was just the skin of a third-level mage.

Under Shaoke's instructions, the maid left the room with a book written in ordinary words and gently held it, and after preparing some enough food for him, she left the room with some concern.

Identification technique, the eyes that emerged from the void scanned the magical text and the carved magic circle on the skin, and quickly let the caster understand the effect of these texts. Of course, all this did not consume much of Shaoke's mental power. After all, it was only made by a third-level mage. If it was written by a fifth-level mage, Shaoke would definitely bring the cost of failure due to this simple detection behavior.

After confirming the basic functions of those texts and magic positions again, Shaoke recovered the consumption of the spell cast just now. Then he officially lifted the magic circle on the skin. Of course, some potential traps will be successfully contacted by the mage after spending a certain amount of mental or magic.

Because the mage injected too much magic power into it when writing the spell book, this made the work of Shaoko's resolution not go smoothly.

Dozens of magical power condensed thin lines. After a small amount of mental power was mixed, a lavender-colored eye slowly formed in the air under the control of the caster.

As Shaoko meditated and controlled by hand, a thicker purple thin line floated out of his eyes floating in the air. The thin line gently melted like a magic word on the cover. As a large amount of magic power poured in, a phantom of the ancient magic word slowly floated out of the skin. Under the control of the thin line, it slowly merged into the eyes floating in the air. In this way, the magic word will not cause harm to him again during the observation and touch of Shaoko in the future. Of course, these words still have the function of protecting the skin.

The work was not fast. There were many remote magical characters and magic circle structures in Shaoke. This time, he delayed his interpretation of the work again and again. He had thought that he would deliver this skin to the mages in the Death Mage Group like the other two magic books. With their help, he successfully cracked the magic circle above. But Shaoke did not

In the future, all the magic books and magic props in the land need to be cracked by other mages. Moreover, those mages don’t have time to accompany him to do these tasks. Therefore, Shaoke cut off that idea.

A month passed in a flash. Shaoke followed the method mentioned in the book, after decomposing the magic power from the eyes suspended in the air into nearly a hundred thin lines, it condensed into a strange magic array, and consumed a lot of mental power. According to the special method, three or two magic words were condensed into the strange magic array. This strange magic array was formed in a body shape, and countless small rhomboids were constantly flying inside the magic array. When Shaoke controlled the magic array to land on the largest protective magic array on the skin, the entire skin placed on the writing platform suddenly made a shattered burst sound, and black streams quickly wandered on the magic words and magic arrays. Under Shaoke's gaze, the violent magic was reflected after a while.

After releasing his mental power and carefully feeling the magic circle on the skin, Shaoke let out a long sigh. The removal of the last magic circle was finally completed. In order to successfully remove the last magic circle for self-destruction and the trap embedded in it, Shaoke spent more than ten days to read the materials in the huge space where a large number of books were stored, and tried to draw the same magic circle and trap before removing the magic circle. In order to prevent the final release work from failing, resulting in damage to the skin.

After pouring out some scattered items in the skin, Shaoke observed in detail the inlay position of the magic core inside. He wanted to make the same skin in the future.

A thick black magic book was placed on the writing table, and some scattered crystals and magic cores used to replenish the energy of the magic array were thrown away. As for the crystals that sealed the magic or magic cores, no one was found. There was no scroll inside.

After casually sweeping the low-level crystals and magic cores into a box, Shaoke began to study this magic book.

The black paper made of unknown materials feels soft to the touch, like the delicate skin of girls. The light blue handwriting is not known for the spell effect or the color, which makes Shaoke look very uncomfortable.

Later, Shaoke added the work of interpreting magic books in his daily homework. Of course, the first time to interpret other people's magic books made Shaoke suffer a lot. Because the words in it were written in a magic word he didn't know, Shaoke only remembered that he had seen the name of this magic word. This is a relatively relatively small magic word belonging to the same era of ancient magic. With the promotion of several empires at that time, it was still widely spread, but it only lasted for thousands of years.

After encountering this situation, Shaoke is worthy of temporarily giving up the work of reading spell books, and instead increases the time to practice spells, and then learns that magic language. Although this magic language is more difficult to learn than the Abyss, with the powerful memory of the mages, Shaoke still made progress in a short time.

The wine glass carved by Xueying Wood was filled with a hundred-year-old high-quality purple wine with a drop of fire honey, and was brought to Shaoke's mouth by his maid. However, Shaoke gently pinched the other person's tall breasts and played with them silently. He hoped that this way could alleviate the irritability caused by the days of releasing the trap of magic circles.

"I'm leaving here for a while, you can go to your room or rest here." Silently feeling the traces of the maid's other little hand wandering on him, Shaoke quickly suppressed the impulse on his body. "After two meals, leave." Looking at the maid's look of being reluctant to speak, Shaoke quickly replenished.

"Yes!" The maid placed the wine glass in the small grid on the wall, and once again pulled up the black curtain, and leaned over Shaoke for half a moment and let the other party caress her body.

"You leave here first." Shaoke pulled the bulge on the maid's chest heavily, rubbed it hard for a few times, then patted the maid's back and told her to leave here first.

The mage's slight rudeness did not arouse the dissatisfaction of the maids. She understood that among the maids who served the maids here before, she was still lucky. Some of her companions were often kneaded hard by the maids they served regardless of their pain. Of course, she was not so painful for the feeling just now. However, she even envied those maids who were allowed to get pregnant by the maids. At least they had a chance to become a maid with a high status here. Yes, although they were still a maid, at least they might not be exchanged out by the maids or doing those tiring jobs.
Chapter completed!