Sylvia's POV:

Since I was unable to take photos with the phone, I came up with another idea. I decided to tear off some pages to take back with me.

But I didn't expect that I wouldn't be able to pull apart the seemingly ordinary thin paper.

Finally, I was only left with the choice of quickly memorizing whatever I thought was important.

The book recorded the characteristics of the raw materials used to make magic poisons, as well as the locations they grew at. Next to the text, there were pictures describing everything I'd just read. I skimmed through the poison section and jumped to the curse section.

The curses were all spells in a language only wizards and witches would understand, but the methods to remove the curses were written in common language.

So, it was enough for me to read how to remove them. I was not a witch. Even if I knew the spells, I couldn't cast them.

glanced through numerous curses, my brain working overtime. Fortunately, I had a good short-term memory. Once

and soon enough, I

page was ripped and

it possible to tear

my fingers wander over the edge of the page, and realized

a huge depiction of black thorns that looked ominous. The top of the thorns seemed to be spinning around something, which I couldn't tell from the

sacrificed. Only the most sincere love can nourish and grow

of the explanation had

something was, the more it captured my attention. There was definitely some secret

tear what was left of the page. To my

Flora shouted, "Sylvia, come

the page in my pocket and got to my

somehow managed to open the door of a hidden compartment. Numerous crystal balls were hanging from the ceiling,

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