The next morning, when the warm sun was shining in the sky, a carriage was driving down a remote road toward a large building in a dark green forest.
"Lucien, when you're done with the procedures, I'll introduce you to Jerome and Rock, and then you'll be able to exchange your books with them," Lazar, still wearing his black long coat, looked out of the window and stared at the green trees, "but you have to remember that you can't exchange spells with any sorcerer, unless that spell is over a hundred years old. Although learning magic or arcana can be very secret, and the congress also encourages sorcerers to exchange their knowledge, but if no purchase record can be found with the new magic you use in public, you’d be in big trouble. You’ll need to either pay hundreds of times more money, or even stay in jail for ten years, and your corresponding memory will also be erased."
Lucien nodded. "I see. Thanks, man. I really appreciate all the help you’ve offered me."
