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.

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

the pages and soon enough, I had reached the

the last page was ripped and half of it was

to tear pages from

wander over the edge of the page, and realized that it had indeed been torn

of black thorns that looked ominous. The top

picture. "Souls and lives shall be sacrificed. Only the most sincere love can nourish and

of the explanation had

There was definitely some

to tear what was left of

moment, Flora shouted, "Sylvia, come

the page in my pocket and got to my feet to go

know what mechanism Flora had pressed, but she had somehow managed to open the door of a hidden compartment.

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