233 The King And His Wife Performs Magic

Meanwhile, of course completely oblivious of all that was taking place at the Regioun place, Gavadiol was sitting in his study staring deeply at all the things that they taken from the magic shelf at Nordveka's place. He had instructed his personal servants to set up a new shelf and stack them all exactly the way they had been arranged in the dead sorcerer’s former home. There was something to be gleaned from here, he was sure. Nordveka would not go to all the trouble of setting up a booby trap and then hiding all these stuff if they did not contain crucial information. And there was the question of the blank journal to also consider. The door to the study pushed open. The king did not bother to look up. There was only one person who could push it open like that and that person was his wife. “Come here baby,” He balanced her on one knee and continued staring at the shelf like he could unlock the problem if he stared hard enough. “What is the problem, my love?” Lara asked. “What