After The Rabbit (Waldo Rabbit Series) by Nelson Chereta Read Free Book Online Page B

entire night running, this was his first chance to go through it. Rather than studying any of the spells or recipes or wards, he was skimmed through to get an idea of what was here.
     
    It quickly became obvious that Melissa had not been bluffing about being an archmage. There were many complex spells a mere mage would not be able to work. From the selection it was also clear Melissa was primarily skilled in wind magic. Waldo noted only four healing spells: all basic, closing cuts, removing bruises, that sort of thing. By comparison he counted thirty three separate spells using air magic, ranging from creating a simple breeze to flying to bringing down a cyclone.
     
    I was lucky to trick her the way I did, Waldo thought. I would have stood no chance in a fight.
     
    At the moment he had only one offensive spell involving rudimentary fire magic. He would definitely study some of these wind spells and try to add them to his inventory. The more advanced incantations were beyond him, but learning some of the fundamental ones might be possible. Other spells and potion formulas looked interesting as well.
     
    With his wand in hand, he spoke a word of magic, “ Ventus .”
     
    Wind burst from the tip of his wand. It was strong enough to rip leaves off of trees and make some branches shake and bend. Waldo nodded to himself. While not as inherently deadly as fire magic, it might be of use.
     
    He had two spellbooks now, the one stolen from Roger and the one from Melissa. Since Melissa’s had far more written in it, he would copy all the spells and formulas from Roger’s and add them to hers. Even though Waldo considered most of the spells Roger had to be more or less useless, you never wasted magical knowledge. When the task was done Waldo, would probably try to sell Roger’s spellbook. If he were lucky enough to run into a mage interested in illusion or weather magic, it would fetch a good price.
     
    “Why am I the one setting up the tent?”
     
    Waldo glanced up from his book. Alice had about finished getting it ready. “Who else would do it?”
     
    Alice crossed her arms beneath her ample bosom. “Normally, a man would feel ashamed to let a woman do this sort of work for him.”
     
    “Fortunately I don’t have such a problem.” He immediately sensed anger and annoyance coming from her through their bond. “What? Servants are supposed to do the menial tasks.”
     
    “You are not going to start about me being a familiar again are you?”
     
    Waldo instinctively rubbed the part of his upper right arm where she had grabbed hold of him earlier. “No, at this point I have given up on properly training you.”
     
    Alice narrowed her eyes. “I really wish you would act like a normal husband.”
     
    “I am a Dark Mage, and you are a succubus. What precisely would “normal” be for us?”
     
    “For starters, you could not do any weird things with the ogre.”
     
    “So you want me to only do the weird things with you?” Alice’s cheeks grew rosy, and he could sense a surge of embarrassment. “A bit selfish isn’t it?”
     
    “Since when is it selfish for a wife to want her husband to be faithful to her?”
     
    Her indignity made him chuckle. “You have never been to Alteroth.”
     
    “This is Lothas. Whatever sorts of laws you grew up with don’t apply here.”
     
    “So? After we collect my third monster, we’ll be leaving. I haven’t decided where we’ll go yet, but I expect we will have to do a lot of traveling. Do you wish me to follow the local beliefs of whatever piece of ground I happen to be on? I am Alterothan. More importantly, I am heir to the Corpselover family. Our motto is, ‘We are bound by no laws.’”
     
    Alice began shifting her weight from one foot to the other. “Does that mean you are going to do whatever you want?”
     
    Were he a true Dark Mage, the answer to that could only be yes. “You don’t need to worry. I am not gay, and I’ve already told you I don’t