Trafford's Trading Club

Undoubtedly, he didn’t possess the knowledge to translate the Book of the Dead, but it didn’t prevent him from realizing that holding The Book of the Dead while using magic increased the success rate and made it less exhausting.

It might not be as simple as a tutorial, it might even be one of the materials for using magic itself… Wang Yuechuan believed that as a translator, Professor Cui Fo would recognize this point sooner than himself.

Taking a deep breath, Wang Yuechuan picked up The Book of the Dead, quietly opened Professor Cui Fo’s room door, and found the ancient book purchased from the bookstore and the professor’s notes on translation thoughts scattered in the notebook.

Since there was no knowledge in this area… then learn, learn as much as he could.

Wang Yuechuan was not someone who likes to rely on others, even more unwilling to transfer more control to others.

…

Just having left Wang Yuechuan’s place, while downstairs, Professor Cui Fo looked up and narrowed his eyes.

As someone capable of translating The Book of the Dead, Professor Cui Fo had his plans—for this translator, after translating The Book of the Dead, he found this book of magic was really unfriendly to the elderly.

Even if he mastered the pronunciation of “Divine Script” earlier, he could not independently complete that magic which Wang Yuechuan had finished—often failing at the very last moment, even with The Book of the Dead in hand.

Physical strength, spirit, willpower, even vitality, seem to be one of the factors for the power source of using magic… collectively known as magic power.

“Wang… you are as cautious as a lurking viper.” Professor Cui Fo suddenly gave a cold laugh, “Control, Curse, Creation… but there’s a fourth chapter, which I haven’t told you about.”

The fourth chapter—Soul.

Professor Cui Fo had no difficulty imagining that Wang Yuechuan would not always rely on it to decipher The Book of the Dead… the powers introduced in this book truly upend perceptions.

Confronted with such powerful allure, Professor Cui Fo didn’t think Wang Yuechuan could resist… no one could.

“You just go on studying my notes…”

The professor called for a taxi, went to a quiet bar, and sat alone drinking in a dim corner—translation could be done anywhere, and the book’s data had long been digitized.

Compared to coexisting with Wang Yuechuan, constantly worrying about this venomous serpent, this place allowed Professor Cui Fo’s thoughts to be clearer.

“The soul can be undying, even immortal… as long as a new vessel can be found…” the professor mumbled to himself, staring at the tablet in his hand as if possessed by magic.

At this moment, his phone suddenly rang, interrupting his thoughts.

The professor frowned, but upon seeing the caller ID, he finally adjusted his mood.

“Hello, Tom.” Professor Cui Fo coolly addressed the caller by name—this was a friend of his, also a lawyer.

“Cui Fo, everything you asked me to handle has been done, just waiting for the final confirmation.” Tom spoke quickly, “But old friend, do you really want to do this?

Your wife and son strongly oppose your decision.

They said if you persist, they might go to court against you!”

“These properties are all mine personally, I can do whatever I like with them, I don’t need to worry about them,” Cui Fo said in a deep voice.

“Alright then…

all the assets, deposits, and insurances under your name that I could find for loans, I’ve processed for you…

As you said, I only approached private lenders, no matter how high the interest is, just for the maximum amount, which is approximately 5.7 million Australian Dollars.”

“Understood.” Professor Cui Fo and Tom exchanged a few brief words before hanging up the long-distance call.

Shortly after, another call came in under a different name — it was another bank manager Cui Fo knew.

“Hello, Professor Cui Fo, regarding your property mortgage, we’ve already approved it…”

Then came a call from the publisher, “Professor, are you sure you want us to permanently buy out all your copyrights?”

One call after another…

In the shortest time, this professor of respectable status had seemingly turned into an economic fraudster.

Finally, Cui Fo made a call, slowly saying, “Mr.

Liu, I think we can talk about the black diamond you have now.”

“Sure, when?”

“How about three days later?”

“Three days?

I have several buyers on hand, I’m afraid they won’t wait for you?”

“Mr.

Liu, I believe my price will certainly satisfy you, more so than any others.”

“Two days, I can only give you two days!”

“Deal.”

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The club.