It's noon.
sunny.
However, Sherlock, who was locked up, could not feel any sunlight, and there was only the flickering candlelight in his field of vision.
The place where he was was the secret room of the family altar. It was more than twenty meters long, wide and five meters high. It was very huge, and it was a bit empty and gloomy.
In the middle of the secret room, a four-story altar stood. Since no ceremony was held, there were no decorations on the top. At this time, Sherlock was lying on it, rolling around with his eyes closed, trying hard to hypnotize himself that he was lying on the bed.
But the hard and cold touch underneath his body made it difficult for him to successfully hypnotize him. After a while, he couldn't help but sit up, stared, looked around, made a dissatisfied noise, and didn't know who he was talking to.
"Hey!" Sherlock shouted.
"Hello… "
"Hello… "
"Hello… "
The sound echoed for a long time.
Sherlock shook his head and complained: "That's too much. I don't want to marry that violent woman, so why should I be locked up here? If I'm really locked up here, there's nothing, but at least let me bring in some daily necessities, right?" For example, a big soft bed, a smooth desk, a comfortable armchair, a square footrest... By the way, the most important thing is for Lucia to come in and accompany me, after all, it's so boring here."
"Hey, I'm talking to you, did you hear it? Didn't you respond?" Sherlock said nonchalantly. He knew no one would listen, but he tried to create a conversation because otherwise he would be bored to death.
After a while, Sherlock lay down on the top of the altar again, stretched his body, looked at the top of the altar, and continued to complain: "If you ask me, you really went too far. You used the crystal ball to warn me and tricked me into coming back. It was obviously You were at fault first, but you were at fault later for letting me marry that violent woman. I don’t understand, why am I so anxious to get married at such a young age? Don’t you know that there is a burden after getting married? Now, how can I get in touch with more beautiful girls
Could you please think about it for me? Have you never thought that your behavior is not reasonable at all? Don't talk about me, just talk about Iroh. You guys have forced me to go through it. You are risking your life to resist. And now that I am locked up here by you, I am almost using my freedom to resist—although not voluntarily. "
"Hey! Did you hear it? I'm really angry now. Let me out!" At the end of the sentence, Sherlock shouted.
The next moment, the response came, and a voice sounded in his ear, whispering: "You really want to go out?"
"Who?!" Sherlock exclaimed, standing up suddenly and looking around with sharp eyes.
He knew very well that there would be no other person in the entire secret room except him.
What he couldn't understand was that the voice sounded in his ears again: "You don't need to know who I am, as long as you know clearly that I have no ill intentions towards you."
"Huh, do you think I will believe it?" Sherlock did not relax his vigilance at all, his eyes continued to scan the surroundings sharply.
"Believe it or not," the voice said, "but I won't harm you. In fact, I can help you."
"Help me? How?"
"You really want to leave this place now, right? I can help you leave."
"boast."
"No, I never talk big. Look ahead." The voice said.
Sherlock raised his head and looked forward, his eyebrows suddenly raised, and he saw the almost indestructible wall of the secret room. A crack suddenly appeared with a "click", and then a hole was created for one person to pass through.
"Did you see the hole? Pass through the hole and you will be able to leave here and see an interesting world." The voice said.
"But why do I think you are tempting me?" Sherlock said, "I will not be so stupid. I will never listen to you and go into that mouse hole. After all... I am not a mouse."
"Ha." The voice laughed out loud and said with confidence, "No, you will definitely drill it. Because you have never been a stickler for rules. Your life creed is to experience and explore all kinds of interesting things. In this way You will never let it go."
"Tch!" Sherlock was full of disdain, "You think you know me very well?"
"Actually, yes. In a sense, I am in your soul, so I know you better than you know yourself." The voice said.
"Then I won't dig into a mouse hole."
"five minutes."
"Huh? What five minutes?" Sherlock wondered.
"You will know when the time comes," the voice said.
…
five minutes later.
Sherlock gritted his teeth and walked down from the altar, and angrily drilled into the broken hole. As he drilled, he threatened: "I'm telling you, I just took a look at what's inside. If I find out, there's something inside." I will never forgive you for anything bad!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Sherlock's body disappeared into the cave.
…
In the real world, in the secret room, Shylock is lying on the top of the altar, sleeping soundly.
A faint blue light glowed from his body, and with a scream, a blue fairy jumped out of his body and buzzed around his body.
An inconspicuous scar on his wrist turned extremely red. After a moment, blood seeped out from the scar, rolling down on the altar drop by drop, then seeping in and disappearing.
Suddenly, the altar seemed to shake, but then it didn't.
…
at dusk.
Northern part of the main continent.
The sorceress Circe, along with two girls, Nelide and Heidi, appeared in front of a majestic city.
Nelide and Heidi were both a little surprised when they looked at the city.
In comparison, the witch Circe was very calm and said easily: "Okay, let's go."
After saying that, he led Nailid and Heidi into the city.
…
late at night.
Central part of the main continent.
On the bank of a large river, a gray stone tower stands.
At this time, the door of the stone tower is wide open, and the light can be seen from a long distance away.
Approaching the stone tower and walking in through the door, you can see that it is a mess inside. All kinds of furniture were shattered to the ground, a large number of cracks appeared on the wall, and a pool of pale green viscous liquid slowly flowed in the corner, mixed with suspicious pieces of corroded flesh.
On the stairs leading to the upper level of the stone tower, several tall guards wearing heavy armor had fallen down, bleeding and unable to stand up again. If anyone with knowledge saw the magic patterns on their armor, they would know that they were all powerful magic knights, but without exception, they all died.
Obviously, this stone tower was attacked from outside, and the stone tower's defense force suffered heavy losses.
In the room on the top floor of the stone tower, the owner of the stone tower, an old wizard wearing a blue robe, sat slumped on a chair and could clearly feel the flow of life force.
He couldn't help but widen his eyes, looking at the green-haired boy standing in front of him, and asked in confusion: "Raymon, you... why did you do this? Why did you betray me?"