World Occult Usage Guide

Chapter 265 Aladdin's Magic
Black Pullet, a magical book first printed around 1740, is also known as "La poule auxufsd" or "La Poule Noire".

It introduces the different uses and crafting methods of 20 magical amulets and 20 magical rings, with an appendix including a wand and two magical amulets.

Mystics believe these 22 amulets are related to the 22 cards of the Tarot deck.

This book combines the doctrines of Socrates, Pythagoras, Zoroaster, and the Son of Great Fragrance, integrating necromancy and Kabbalah into amulets and rings, using these as a medium to command the giant spirits (Dijinn) in the air, on earth, and in hell.

The so-called giant spirit is a huge "Zhenni".

The origins of the magic book are unknown, but "The Black Hen" is indeed one of the few Western magical works that did not reference "The Key of Solomon".

The translator of "The Black Hen" was a member of Napoleon's armed forces who was sent to Egypt. Legend has it that he was attacked at the pyramids outside Cairo and was rescued by a mysterious man.

The two entered the pyramid, and the soldier was astonished to find that the pyramid was a hidden world, with huge halls, endless galleries, underground chambers and piles of treasures, blazing lamps and a magical dinner appearing one after another.

The mysterious man, who called himself "Odus," showed the soldiers a strange book whose information came from the lamp of the demon Astaroth. It was a text similar to Aladdin's (meaning "recited by a genie"), which unveiled all the mysteries of science and magic.

This also explains why the magic in "The Black Hen" is closely related to the "Genius of the Lamp" in Arabian mythology.

The messenger said he was the sole heir to this magic book, but he was dying.

On his deathbed, he conveyed all the secrets of the book to the soldier, who then fell into a coma.

When the soldier awoke, everything had vanished.

The soldier later returned to Russia, where he spent the rest of his life trying to uncover the secrets of the book, eventually writing "The Black Hen".

The "Golden Hen" we just talked about is one of the famous magic tricks in "The Black Hen".

Users need to boil aromatic wood in oil, pour the mixture into a golden egg container, cover it with a black mat, then place the egg on the mat and cover it with a bell-shaped glass made of faceted crystal.

Then place the egg in the sunlight and chant a spell over it, and the egg will hatch into a black hen.

Users can use magic words to command the black hen to find hidden gold, or other things and people.

"So that's how it is. I hit his amulet earlier."

After listening to Lin An's explanation, Zai struggled to understand the belief system, which was different from his own culture, and muttered a few words of dissatisfaction.

“What’s so great about summoning a few souls? I don’t need any spells or rituals; I can do it just by feeling.”

"Based on my guess, Brother Chicken is a 'knowledge seeker'," Lin An said.

"A seeker of knowledge?"

“At midnight, take the little hen to the crossroads, draw a magic circle with a cypress staff, and say Eloim, Essaim, frugativi et appellavi three times, and the demon will appear—Brother Chicken just used this spell.”

"so what?"

"This isn't the original text of 'The Black Hen,' but rather from another great grimoire called 'The Red Dragon.' In other words, Brother Chicken somehow managed to include entries from 'The Red Dragon,'" Lin An explained. "Want to know what 'The Red Dragon' is?"

"Forget it. Demons, Karaba, all this nonsense, it's giving me a headache." Zai waved his hand. "Aren't you going to eat the wildflowers?"

"Let me analyze this first, sir." Lin An shook his finger. "You fought with Brother Chicken before, and he severely injured you with necromancy. But when you launched your attack, it was as if you hit a piece of paper and couldn't touch his body."

“That’s right,” Zai replied. “Then his figure disappeared quickly. I wanted to chase after him, but firstly, I was marked with an ominous mark and had to heal on the spot; secondly, I wanted to remind you quickly.”

“This person should only be of legendary level,” Lin An concluded. “When he saw me and called me ‘Forest Ranger,’ my measurement value increased by 4, which is about the same as the data you provided initially.”

"Measurement?"

“That’s not important, Mr. Zai. What I’m trying to say is that your strength is actually about the same as Chicken Brother’s. But you were utterly defeated and seriously injured in the fight, while your opponent was completely unharmed.”

"Nonsense, I didn't fail! I clearly beat him so badly he fled!" Zai retorted angrily.

"Oh right, you're amazing." Lin An casually replied, "'Seekers of Knowledge' are generally not strong in the early stages, and their mystery is mainly functional. They can be continuously improved by collecting entries, and their combat strength fluctuates greatly."

"Did that chicken get a powerful 'entry' and use it to defend against my attack?"

“No, the ‘Seeker of Knowledge’ cannot include entries with a higher rating than itself. A mystery that can completely defend against a legendary-level dreamer is definitely not legendary-level.” Lin An said thoughtfully, “This person possesses one or more mythical-level mystery items.”

"A mysterious item?"

"The nickname I came up with is really apt. The so-called ancient dynasty is 'aristocratic family'. It's not surprising that Brother Chicken, as a scion of an aristocratic family who came here to train as a newbie, has a few innate magic treasures, perfect spiritual artifacts, and golden core talismans from his elders."

"Golden Core...?"

"On another note, the lower the rating of a mystic, the more they need mystical arts that match their archetype. I have a senior who can only collect entries related to 'love' and 'poison.' The prototype of 'Black Hen' comes from... the demon Astaroth, doesn't it?"

"Forest ranger, you can keep muttering to yourself, you don't need an audience anyway!" The continuous stream of unfamiliar words made Zai both angry and helpless, and he closed his eyes in despair.

"Sir, if you want to know more, why not try my newly created 'World Tree System Alpha 1.1'? Just click on whatever you don't understand, and you'll never have to worry about not knowing the world of 'Comers' again." Lin An took the opportunity to promote his product.

"..."

Zai gripped his cane tightly, remaining silent.

"You're not looking, not speaking, not listening, and you're just here cosplaying Helen Keller," Lin An said to himself. "Since the other party is a seeker of knowledge, I guess the mark on the back of the hand is a fantasyr's mystical art that can locate coordinates. What do you think, great fantasyr?"

“Yes,” Zai replied briefly.

"And your wildflower can eliminate its influence and erase Chicken Brother's identity by regenerating its limbs."

"Stop repeating nonsense!"

"Brother Chicken likely possesses two mysterious items of legendary or higher level, with the abilities of 'teleportation' and 'protection' respectively. Leaving the latter aside for now, the former could easily cause us to accidentally let him escape during a fight, giving him the opportunity to go back and complain to his elders."

"What do you want?" Zai raised one eyebrow.

"It would be best to kill him in one blow to prevent him from taking away more of our intelligence." Lin An smiled slightly. "Since he's already here, we must let him experience the warm hospitality of us rainforest people."

"Damn it, you adapted too fast." Zai stared intently at Lin An with his blind eyes.

“Thanks to Mr. Zai’s guidance.” Lin An picked up a wildflower and simultaneously lifted a miniature figure with delicate features and loose white hair. “Could you transfer the mark on the back of my hand to another location?”

“Let me try eating wildflowers,” Zai said succinctly.

"Does it hurt?"

"The pain brought me to my senses."

"The pain hurts me." After finally managing to mentally prepare herself, Lin An put the wildflower in her mouth and took a gentle bite.

Bitter juice flowed down his throat, and a rotting pain came from the back of his hand. His flesh melted, and a tearing sensation climbed up his spine along his nerves, making his vision go black and his muscles twitch.

To distract himself, he forced open his eyelids and asked Zai, who was casting a spell with his cane laid flat in front of him.

"Grandpa, have you found Brother Chicken yet?"

…………

Somewhere in the jungle, a pale, unhealthy-looking young man with light blond hair reached out his hand, and a black hen transformed into a silk scarf, which he tied around his wrist.

"The Forest Ranger can communicate with fairies? But he's not red-haired, and he doesn't have any of the characteristics of an Ellan." The young man frowned. "I have to report this to my mother."

"Ding!"

The young man picked up a small, silver machine with a strange design; its internal energy source shimmered with a hazy, lukewarm light.

"I met the forest ranger."

"Oh?" A gentle voice came from behind. "You've been so efficient on your first time working for the Chamber of Commerce alone. My dearest Kevin, you truly are my pride."

“Thank you for the compliment, Mother,” the young man said eagerly. “I have discovered that the Forest Ranger is a ‘nature priest’ or ‘god of agriculture’ who is suspected to be from Ellan.”

Although the demon saw that Lin An was the medium of the "Seeker of Knowledge," it was cunning by nature and did not want to tell its master.

The young man recounted the scene of the battle. There was a moment of silence behind the equipment. After a while, the countess spoke softly.

"Aierlan?"

Do you think he'll be a troublemaker for the Stonemasons' Guild?

"Don't joke around, my dear. The mess in the Eagle Kingdom is enough for them to digest for a while," the Countess smiled. "But a high-ranking mystic can't just spring up out of thin air."

"Mother, are you going to report this to Uncle?"

“That’s right, he’ll investigate which family is behind this—oh, maybe it’s the Aske and Embra Heritage Foundation—I’d rather it’s just a native who accidentally got hold of the ‘relics.’ To dare send someone to the vicinity of the Kuba River at this time…”

"He's just a legendary mystic; even my clone could imprint him!" The young man scoffed disdainfully. "Do you need me to deal with him?"

"Nothing is more precious than your life! Do not take any rash actions before the investigation results are available."

Only when speaking to the young man did the countess's gentle and loving voice reveal a hint of barely concealed urgency.

“Since you’ve locked onto the Ranger with ‘fragrance,’ why not bypass him or move him somewhere else before killing Edward Roberts? If you can’t do it, you can rest or come back and I’ll clean up the mess.”

"Ok."

The young man touched the silk scarf on his wrist, the scent of perfume lingering, making him vaguely sense a certain spot.

"So I'll stay in the Tigerfish tribe then?"

"I came here after I dealt with the remnants of the 'Five Destinies Sect'."

"Ugh, the task the president assigned us is really annoying, forcing us to come to this godforsaken place like Mbanbuka," the young man complained.

"For your future, stop complaining," the countess instructed. "Go, and be careful, my dear."

"This amulet is a mysterious item made by my uncle, and it even contains the energy of the 'Lady with the Lamp'," the young man said nonchalantly. "Do you think those two legendary idiots could destroy it? They probably don't even know who the 'Lady with the Lamp' is!"

"Safety is paramount. My son will follow his own path, and as long as you're happy, he can always surpass any competitor. After all, you are a member of the distinguished Van Hofwegen family."

“Haha, I think I will,” the young man replied.

"You're about to sleep with that kind of person, so please be careful, or you'll lose everything."

"That kind of person?"

“Those rainforest people!” the countess admonished. “They like to blame their misfortunes on others and play the victim to gain your sympathy, not knowing that the source of their evil is their innate stupidity. The only way to deal with ignorance is to be ruthless.”

“Susumi is different,” the young man argued. “I don’t want to treat her the same way I usually do.”

“How kind of you! However, they are very different from us. They are not as sentimental as we are, and their character is rough, which is a blessing, just like their rough skin, which is not easily hurt, so you don’t need to pity them.”

"Is that right?"

"Sigh, they're a bunch of gorilla-like animals or idiots."

The mother and son chatted for a few more minutes before saying goodbye.

"Thomatos, Benesser, Flianter!"

The young man placed one hand on his chest, raised the index finger of his other hand, and uttered strange and complicated incantations.

The energy rustled as it turned the pages of the book, resonating with his ring. The figures of 37 undead twisted and materialized, kneeling on the six-pointed star array, their heads bowed like a group of servants.

Looking around, the young man changed the position of his hand on his chest, while chanting a magical incantation from the genie lamp.

“Soutram Urbarsinens”.

As soon as the words were spoken, the undead formed two lines, holding torches high, surrounded by fragrant smoke, and escorted the young man, walking with solemn steps through the intricate rainforest as if on flat ground.

The massive shadows of the tree canopy gradually thinned, and the setting sun shone on the spacious plain, where dreamy pink and yellow hues alternated.

The young man's vision suddenly opened up. The clean and tidy village was located near the stream. The Kuba River was divided by ditches, and the turbulent waterway, due to its increasing fragmentation, could only gush and gurgle, making a faint splashing sound.

Barefoot people walk among the mud-brick houses and thatched-roof buildings.

A striking open-air house, supported by concrete pillars that hold up a palm-leaf roof, is further enhanced by the rampant vines that provide structural support.

"Tigerfish Tribe".

The messenger from the Red Poppy Merchant Guild picked up a small, portable bell, its sharp sound breaking the tranquility of the setting sun, and called out to a passing hunter.

"Where is your chief?"

Thank you to Feng Tongxuan, Luo Luo Qiushi, and Xu Wu Zhi Kun for the monthly tickets, and thank you to everyone for the recommendation tickets and subscriptions.
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