“Whoa there, little one! Don’t get so excited or you’ll fall,” I quickly scooped up the Night Bird, its wings flapping in my palm.
Then, the Night Bird actually took flight, circling me two or three times before landing on my shoulder and letting out a cheerful chirp, “Coo! Coo!”
“This Night Bird can fly right after hatching?” Older Brother Jayad asked, looking at it in surprise. Young birds usually need a period of adaptation and growth, but this one could fly directly.
“I’ve infused it with so much Blood Energy, and it developed fully inside the egg. Normally, newborns would eat a bit of their eggshell to supplement their nutrition, but I must have fed it too much, so it’s not interested in the eggshell. I’ll have to use it as material,” I said, scratching the Night Bird’s feathered scales.
It was precisely because I used Flesh Magic that the Night Bird’s feathers and scales developed completely inside the egg. Moreover, as a magical beast, it naturally possessed instinct and immediately learned to fly. It can be said that even in the wild now, the Night Bird has the ability to survive independently.
A magical beast looking like this owl isn’t scary at all; it’s actually super cute. Via and Sherris couldn’t get enough of it, and Older Brother Jayad also petted it a few times. The Night Bird is not shy at all and is very friendly with everyone.
Furthermore, the Night Bird is quite intelligent. When we call it, it will actively fly to our shoulders. Soon, the Night Bird can understand some simple commands, like fetching a pen from the table for me.
Even Lorna, who had just returned to my body to rest after our “session,” was woken up by our calls. She curiously poked her head out and couldn’t help but caress the Night Bird’s adorable form, a smile appearing on her face.
When she sees humans as ferocious monsters, yet magical beasts remain unchanged in her eyes, the magical beasts are consistent inside and out. This is actually a form of kindness for Lorna.
“By the way, Parul, the Night Bird is already the size of a normal owl. If it grows any bigger, it won’t be able to stand on our shoulders, right?” Older Brother Jayad asked, propping up the Night Bird with his arm.
He had fought an adult Night Bird before and knew how big they were. Although Night Birds are relatively small among the Bird Dragon Species, they easily surpass human height.
“There’s no need to worry about that. This Night Bird is already my familiar. Since it became my familiar, it’s no longer an ordinary magical beast. Its size will be under my control,” I said.
If it were Safah, he would likely want to raise the Night Bird quickly to become a mount that could assist in combat. However, I only need a familiar, one that can help me with reconnaissance and delivering messages. Even at this size, it’s sufficient for combat support.
I can use the familiar’s contract to stop its growth, but that’s only after I’ve fully confirmed that the Night Bird’s development is normal and all its innate abilities are fully developed.
After picking up the Night Bird’s egg, I checked the Monster Book. The Night Bird’s growth cycle is quite long; it takes at least ten years to reach its adult form, so I’m not in a hurry at all.
Of course, Flesh Magic also has acceleration magic, which transfers vitality and stimulates rapid cell growth to speed up a monster’s maturation and turn it into a reliable combat force. In the tribe era, there weren’t so many resources and time to wait for monsters to grow slowly.
However, such accelerated growth has serious side effects, potentially affecting the monster’s overall strength, shortening its lifespan, and risking deformities. I will not use such magic on the Night Bird; I have greater faith in its long-term potential.
Similarly, other Flesh Magic spells in the book have either very high prices or strong side effects, and they all carry a somewhat evil flavor.
Although its origins are ancient, it is ultimately very cruel. Over the years, only some unorthodox practitioners have used Flesh Magic, and it’s inevitable that it has become corrupted.
Therefore, I’ve only briefly glanced at the effects and required materials of other spells, not learning them in detail. In reality, the materials and prices are different. I actually don’t understand the true cost of using Flesh Magic, and I don’t want to take that risk.
So, this evening passed with our family happily playing with the Night Bird. Everyone loves the Night Bird, and I’ve decided to name it “Little Night.”
Meanwhile, in the Darmstadt Grand Library, my guardian Valkyrie is poring over a thick, hefty volume. Several other equally thick books are also placed on the table.
The book I’m currently reading is related to Flesh Magic. My understanding of Flesh Magic comes from this book, which I’m cross-referencing with other sources to fill any gaps.
“I see now. This ‘Curse Eye’ technique has been modified. The original version could only be completed using one’s own flesh and blood, but the modified version can use another person’s eyes instead.”
“Flesh Magic is divided into two types based on its effects: one sacrifices one’s own flesh and blood, and the other absorbs the flesh and blood of others for one’s own use. The former will eventually turn the caster into a dried husk, while the latter will cause flesh and blood hyperplasia.”
“So that’s how it is. Now I understand the price as well.” I sat on a chair, tirelessly studying, taking notes on the manuscript paper beside me, still using Simplified Chinese.
Indeed, Darmstadt is worthy of being the capital of the Grand Duke. The grand library here has an extremely rich collection of books. Although it doesn’t compare to some world-renowned royal libraries or university libraries, it’s certainly much better than Cando City.
After all, the Lord of Cando City is ignorant and fond of pleasure; how could he have the mood to collect books? He doesn’t even have a library, so I usually go to bookstores for information.
So, after one day I unexpectedly discovered that Darmstadt actually had a grand library, most of which were private collections of the Grand Duke. I immediately came in and read to my heart’s content. I’ve been frequenting the private study rooms in the library for days to learn.
As I was diligently reading, a shadow suddenly appeared beside me. It was the thief girl, Giselle, whom I had ordered to scout for intelligence.
“Master, I’ve infiltrated the Tsarist Russian Embassy. They are indeed making many moves. They are frequently sending dispatches with orders for various regions to collect supplies. They are even trying to bypass official channels and purchase supplies directly from the market,” Giselle reported.
“Hmm? Their demand for supplies is too urgent. Or is the front line truly that lacking?” I asked, closing the book.
She could even enter the embassy and discreetly observe their dispatches. Although the embassy wasn’t heavily guarded, Giselle’s Murder’s Divine Spell is truly not to be underestimated.
“I… I’m not quite sure,” Giselle said awkwardly. Although her divine spell is powerful, she knows nothing about society and politics. She doesn’t even understand the cause and effect.
“Never mind. There’s something I need you to teach me: how to disguise as a member of the Murder Church.” I said.
