"Hey, Shiros, pay attention, pay attention, Cloud is back."
He ignored it coldly again.
In the northern corner of the room was Cloud's metal bed with its legs wrapped in copper wires for some reason.
Shiros said inside himself: "Hehe, I came for the bed."
In this world, who among us doesn't hide treasures under their bed?
He slowly and cautiously approached the bed, focusing more on hiding his presence and aura so Cloud wouldn't detect him from afar.
He arrived and looked under the bed—and it was successful; he found a relatively large iron chest. He pulled it out with great difficulty; its weight was not light.
Wait... Why is the chest open?
Does Cloud trust his skills that much? Or are my skills the good ones...? A long time of homelessness made me capable of infiltrating a warlock's camp in the end...
As soon as he opened the chest, he felt severe disappointment.
"What is this? Just old tattered books. I wasted my time."
He didn't yet know the books' value and had never read a book in his life at all, but he didn't want his effort to go to waste, so he decided to browse them.
He opened the first book and began reading:
The strongest flying jinn servants' spells.
The spell of eternal youth... (risk of death).
Satanic harvest.
Remote killing via the demon Gilgluth.
Making deals and contracts with Lilith.
Worship of Azazel.
Satanic incarnation.
Superhuman physical strength.
Raising intelligence to equal ten men.
Shiros was very happy... These are excellent resources.
But if Cloud has all this, how was I able to infiltrate his camp just like that?
.......
Cloud sitting in his friend's salon, watching what Shiros is doing via a clairvoyance screen.
"Cloud, this boy isn't easy; even the little jinn couldn't scare or tempt him."
"It seems you're a good teacher, haha."
Cloud replied indifferently: "No, these are his prior acquisitions."
As soon as Shiros read a certain line from the titles that says: The communication with...
Using the following chants:
Cloud stopped the scene, and the clairvoyance screen disappeared.
"Man, why are you so greedy? Indeed, I'm in your world; I need these chants."
His friend was complaining annoyedly.
But the other replied indifferently again, as it turns out there was some unfinished trade between Cloud and his friend: "Each of us has resources parallel to his efforts."
Shiros immersed in thinking about how he would handle all these rituals, techniques, and resources.
If he stole the book, Cloud would notice and kill him, and if he didn't steal it, he would have entered without purpose.
He looked back and found that white jinn still chattering.