Asta's silly laughter and the surge of magic power from Yuno's direction brought Lorne back from his regret over the mountain of gold.
He looked at the two guys; one had obtained a new sword, and the other had obtained the Wind Spirit Sylph.
Lorne looked around. The mountains of gold and silver were dazzling, but these were all external possessions.
Moreover, he couldn't move them.
"Damn it…"
He once again felt a pang of heartache over Finral's absence.
However, this was the treasure vault of an ancient Magic Palace, where treasures had slumbered for an unknown number of years.
It shouldn't be possible that only those two things were special.
Asta had a special anti-magic constitution and the five-leaf grimoire.
Yuno was the favored child of heaven chosen by the Wind Spirit.
It was reasonable for them to find their own opportunities.
And himself… Lorne looked down at the unique silver-white grimoire floating at his waist.
He was a transmigrator!
He also possessed the unique second magic source.
There was no reason for him to leave here empty-handed!
Thinking this, Lorne's fighting spirit reignited.
He no longer looked at the sparkling gold and silver jewelry but closed his eyes, trying to sense the flow of magic power around him.
Lorne concentrated all his spiritual power, letting this faint energy spread out like a radar.
One second.
Two seconds.
Ten seconds.
Aside from the magic power fluctuations emanating from his companions and the chaotic aura from the magic tools, he found nothing.
Did he really overthink it?
Just as Lorne was about to give up.
Suddenly.
In his perception, an extremely faint but incredibly clear resonance appeared.
The feeling was very peculiar.
It wasn't like magic power; it was more like a… resonance.
Found it!
Lorne suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze accurately fixed on an inconspicuous corner deep within the treasure vault.
He didn't make a sound, silently walked over, and waved his hand, gently pushing aside the obstructing items.
Behind the pile of treasures was an ordinary-looking wall.
But Lorne could clearly feel that the resonance came from the other side of the wall.
Another hidden space?
It seemed the designer of this Magic Palace enjoyed playing such tricks.
Lorne stretched out his hand, and ice-blue magic power gathered in his palm.
He didn't choose to break it open violently but instead infiltrated the Ice Magic into the cracks of the wall.
Silently, the wall's structure was disintegrated by the low temperature, turning into a fine ice crystal dust that fell rustling.
Behind the wall, there was indeed another world.
This was a smaller secret room than the one Asta had found, only a few square meters in size.
In the center of the room, there was a stone platform.
On the stone platform, an ancient leather scroll was quietly placed.
It didn't have the gentle breeze surrounding the scroll Yuno found, nor did it emit any light. It looked like an ordinary piece of parchment, rolled up and tied with a faded leather string.
Lorne took a deep breath and walked in.
He stretched out his hand, his fingertips slowly approaching, but he didn't touch it immediately.
Who knew if this thing had any strange restrictions? It was better to try to investigate with magic power first.
However, the moment his Ice Magic power approached the scroll, it disappeared without a trace, like a clay ox entering the sea.
Was it absorbed?
Or was it isolated?
Lorne frowned slightly, then mobilized another surge of spatial-temporal magic power within him, cautiously probing it.
This time, there was no obstruction. The power easily made contact with the scroll.
Safe.
After confirming this, Lorne no longer hesitated, his fingertips gently touching the surface of the scroll.
The moment he touched it, the ancient scroll seemed to be activated, and the leather string binding it instantly turned into dust!
Immediately after, the ancient characters within the scroll suddenly came alive, no longer rigid symbols, but like flowing silver light points!
"Buzz—!"
Countless silver light points broke free from the scroll's Restraint, transforming into a stream of silver light, instantly surging towards Lorne's waist!
The target was precisely his silver-white grimoire!
"What?!"
Lorne was startled. This change happened too fast; he had no time to react!
The grimoire at his waist automatically floated in mid-air and opened on its own.
Whoosh—
The pages turned to the blank first page, and the silver stream of light poured into that blank page!
Sizzle sizzle sizzle—
The stream of light quickly moved, reorganized, and solidified on the page, eventually forming a completely new magical script that Lorne had never seen before!
The entire process took only two or three seconds.
But a powerful and mysterious fluctuation spread out violently, centered on Lorne!
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