C10 A Book of Magic in Dragon Language

"Young master, you're leaving in two days. Why aren't you packing your things?" Cafu, the loyal old servant, came to Zhang Ming, who was soaking in a hot bath and humming a small tune, and said.

"Uh, Cafu, other than this body that people call freaks, do I have anything else to take care of?" Zhang Ming asked calmly.

"This, young master, don't you have a warehouse? It's filled with the things you liked the most in the past." Cafu answered.

"Well, do I have a warehouse?" He suddenly remembered that before he took over this body, this little dragon seemed to like to collect things, probably toys or something. Although Zhang Ming had no interest, but he still came out of the water and said to Cafu, "Take me to see it."

Xiaolong's warehouse was at the end of the corridor. It was covered in smoke and dust. It seemed like no one had cleaned it in the past few years.

Cafu cleared away all the dust. He took out a key from his pocket and opened the heavy stone door. When Zhang Ming walked in, a strange smell came from inside and almost choked him to death.

Circulating Winged Dragon Spell, Zhang Ming sealed off his sense of smell, then walked into the warehouse comfortably. After patrolling around for a week, Zhang Ming was suddenly struck dumb, this place was simply a loan shop in Akela City, there was everything here, including rotten meat, rotten bones, stones, dried up black flowers, whatever there was in Akela City, there were almost everything here.

At this time, Zhang Ming's gaze landed on the small pile of sparkling gems. His eyes immediately lit up and a possessive desire appeared in his heart like a gale. Zhang Ming really wanted to hug that pile of items to warm his heart, but reason told him that it was the action of an idiot.

After calming down, Zhang Ming smiled bitterly in his heart. As expected, Xiaolong's thought was not completely erased, at least his desire for the shiny object was incomparably strong. At the same time, a cold and brutal feeling lingered in Zhang Ming's heart.

"As you have come, do as you wish." Zhang Ming said to himself softly, and explained how he felt after coming out of the hall.

"Cafu, bring these along." Zhang Ming pointed at the pile of gems.

Cafu answered and took a big bag. He started to pack the gems.

Suddenly, his eyes landed on a pile of bones. One of them seemed to be different, from the pile to the pile of bones, Zhang Ming stood up, turned his palms into claws, and brushed away the bones on the outer layer. Sure enough, a bunch of strange Bone Sword appeared.

Zhang Ming gently caught it with his claws. The Bone Sword was about 1.7 meters long and about the size of a palm. It was cut on both sides and slightly twisted.

"Cafu, take a look at this sword." Zhang Ming attracted Cafu, raised his sword and asked.

"Ah!" Cafu looked at the blade of the sword and suddenly cried out. His hand trembled as he said, "Young Master, this is, this is General Mugu Sang's sword. It seems to have been lost more than ten years ago.

Cafu suddenly realized something and stopped talking.

General Zhang Ming knew that he was his father's strongest general and his strength had reached the peak of the Dragon Emperor. In the clan of Gigantic Dragons, the strength was divided into king level, Emperor Level, Monarch Level, venerated rank, and the strongest Dragon God. Usually, only an adult Giant Dragon who was a thousand years old could reach the King Level, and to reach the Monarch Level, one would need at least ten thousand years.

Zhang Ming didn't know how old Mo Gusan was, but everyone knew that his strength had already reached the peak of Monarch Level, so his sword definitely wasn't of ordinary quality. Zhang Ming said without hesitation: "Put away this sword as well."

"Young master, General Mo Gu Sang's side …"

"Cafu, you really are too old and muddleheaded. With the ability of a general like Mo Gu Sang, you don't know that his sword has been taken by me. Since he didn't come to ask for it, it is naturally for me." Wu Tie said.

Cafu understood that the young master was Supreme Dragon's treasure. Although Mo Gusang knew that the sword had been taken away, he could only pay for it himself. Thinking of this, Cafu put the sword into a bag without hesitation.

Zhang Ming got a good sword and was in a good mood. He hoped to find something good, but soon, Zhang Ming was full of anger again. He searched for a long time but still couldn't find anything useful.

This body flipping was very bad. Zhang Ming fortunately stopped and stayed to the side to nap, leaving the task of rummaging through to Cafu.

"Young Master, Young Master."

In a daze, Zhang Ming heard Cafu's voice. Zhang Ming did not sleep to death. He quickly stood up and asked, "What did you find?"

"Young Master, I-I found this." Cafu waved a broken book in front of Zhang Ming excitedly. He looked like he was about to dance out of joy.

"Broken book, could it be some martial arts secret manual?" Zhang Ming immediately thought of this and hurriedly snatched the tattered book from Cafu's hands. Astonishingly, the words on the book were written in the script of a giant dragon: Dark Dragon Clan Low Rank Magic Incantation.

Magic, it's actually magic! Zhang Ming became excited for a moment and opened the first page. The first thing that appeared was the dark binding spell and the effect of the dark binding spell.

Every Sub-dragon wanted to grasp something, so Zhang Ming had to accept the teachings of the Dragon language since the age of five. Normally, in Akira, all the giant dragons would talk to each other in the Dragon language, but only the Sub-dragon knew the common language of Devil Realm, so it was much easier to learn the common language than the Dragon language.

Zhang Ming had basically mastered the dragon language and writing, but he wasn't as proficient in the common language as Zhang Ming. Zhang Ming had basically mastered the dragon language and writing, but he wasn't as proficient in the common language.

Zhang Ming threw the spellbook to Cafu and asked, "Is there only a low level spellbook? Are there any high level spellbooks?"

Cafu was stunned, and suddenly thought of something, and said dejectedly: "Young master, Lord Dragon God did not publicly announce high-level magic incantations. This low-ranked magic book is only for the nobility of Dragon Clan other than giant dragons to learn, but don't worry, as long as you become an adult, you will have inherited memories. All of the high-level magic will appear in your heart."

After Cafu said this, he threw the magic book to the ground in disappointment.

Zhang Ming didn't have enough time to think about the problem of inherited memories. He quickly picked up the spellbook and asked, "Cafu, what are you doing? Why did you lose the book?"

"Young master, didn't you, a giant dragon, have a low-level magic incantation since your birth? This book is useless to you." Cafu said.

Other than the negative thoughts left behind by the little black dragon, it didn't leave him anything else. It was really depressing, thinking about how if he couldn't get a single magic out in a few years, then his identity would be suspected again. Thinking about how he had never seen and knew about Dragon God grandpa, Zhang Ming felt a little guilty.

Dragon language magic was something that had to be learned. Zhang Ming looked at the shabby magic book and finally noticed Cafu's expression. He asked: "Cafu, do you really want to learn magic? Right, do you not know Dragon language magic?"

"Young master, the lowliest clan in my land dragon has no chance of learning Dragon language magic at all. I secretly learned the words on the Dragon Clan." Cafu said awkwardly.

"I'll bring that magic book with me. I also want to see how different the magic inside is from my inherited magic."

Cafu picked up the spellbook excitedly and put it back into his bag. He looked at Zhang Ming who was napping on the ground and felt touched. What he didn't know was that Zhang Ming himself didn't know anything about Dragon language magic.