Chapter 107

It has been more than 7 months since he brought the first Magical tomb from Valyria and started reading them.

In that time, if he had come to learn one thing, then it was that the Ritual magic of Valyrians was highly inefficient.

This had been a huge surprise to him because the Valyrians were well known for the large amount of slaves they sacrificed for their rituals.

Perhaps the fact that they were so inefficient in this particular field of magic was the main reason why they had to sacrifice so many slaves and became so famous for it.

Regardless, the fact that they were inefficient in using the sacrifices didn't meant that it was not powerful.

After all, they had ritual magic in their arsenal that could be used to bind dragons to a particular bloodline. Such magic was anything but weak even if it required the sacrifice of thousands of slaves to do so.

Aside from the ritual used the bind the dragons to the bloodline, the one ritual that caught his attention the most was the Physique enhancing ritual that could be used to increase the strength, agility, stamina, beauty and lifespan of a person.

Unfortunately, this particular ritual was not bound to the bloodline and required a 1000 slaves as sacrifice. So even if he gave the sacrifice and enhanced his body, his children would still be normal humans.

He had been studying this particular ritual for the past two months and with the help of his own brand of magic, he was able to lower the requirement of the sacrifice by ten times and add a few more things to the ritual like enhanced brain function, greater magical power and immunity to all forms of poison, magical or mundane.

It would take him a few more months to complete the whole ritual and stabilize it.

As for the 100 sacrifices.

There was a time in his life when he would have balked from such a thing. Thinking that performing such rituals would make him no different than people like Voldemort.

But he had seen so many horrible people since that. Especially ever since he came to this world that his heart had hardened and he knew that some people were better dead than alive.

He read through the magical tomes for the next few hours before he finally got too tired to continue and used apparition to return to his room.

The note he had left was still in it's original place.

The faint light coming from the horizon told him that if he slept now then he would be late for breakfast once again.

Oh well… he could afford to be a little late every now and then.