Chapter 116 Fatal Flaw

This fellow...

Looking at the man before him, it was clear he could no longer rise.

Helplessly shaking his head, Ronald turned his gaze in the direction the man had indicated.

—It was an ordinary wardrobe.

Made entirely of wood except for the hinges, its surface bore nothing special or noteworthy.

Ronald hadn't yet reached the point of casually pulling open the wardrobe doors himself.

Instead, with a wave of his hand, the sprawling black mist moved forward to yank the doors open for him.

Immediately, everything inside was exposed.

Atop layers of clothing lay a Magic Book shrouded in black mist.

Ronald instinctively thought this was not an original.

Since he already possessed three originals and considered himself somewhat knowledgeable about such things, this Magic Book did not feel like the same type of item.

What on earth was this thing that had driven a researcher insane and turned the blacksmith into the state he was now in?