The door on the right leads to Inglis's all-encompassing library, a true treasure in the valley. The plain wooden door is unadorned and even a little crooked. And the door is ...... One more symbol.

Even Iss took a moment to tell. The symbol is very shallow, hidden between the wood grains, not like it was carved, but like it grew on its own.

But it didn't exist.

Isis walked over and stared at it in silence for a few moments. He didn't recognize the symbol, but at least he could see what it looked like—it looked like the symbols on the slates.

Slate left behind by Ankland. Ed said that each of these symbols is a name...... It was the word of God, and one name could contain almost everything.

With some subtlety on his face, the crow laughed when he reached out to touch it.

"I didn't draw it. She said, "Your wooden man can testify." ”

With a calm face, Isis withdrew his hand and looked at Mulder, and his wooden man began to wave his arms slowly.

This symbol did grow on its own...... Just after Eli's attack. So, it was a mark of magic - and the Raven's magic was so limited here that she couldn't leave the cabin or change anything in it.

"Perhaps, though. The white crow's long, slender fingers shook in front of his eyes, deliberately twisting and turning into a flower like a spell: "Maybe I drew it in your mind?"

Isse still ignored her - any reaction from him would make her even more excited.

If this is what Inglis left behind...... He did own a tablet, but he had told Iss very well that he did not understand the meaning of the symbols.

If you don't know it, how can you use it?

...... Did he lie to him?

Iss did not want to accept this fact. Although he didn't really know much about the old mage...... But he is probably the only person in this world who only treats him as a dragon, but can still treat him so normally.

The wooden door still opened with a slight push, and the neatly arranged bookshelves inside the door did not seem to change, extending into a place he could not see. This separate space is magically controlled and closes itself if invaded...... But Isse didn't think it was Eli Crooffler's attack that triggered anything.

He didn't even get in to Enshiya.

There's something wrong with that. Eli's attack, the crow's "help", the appearance of this symbol......

At times like these.

He hesitated for a moment, ready to close the door. In the past, he would have been more likely to go in and find out, but now ......

Mulder's hand touched his back—a hard feeling that could not be mistaken. He thought it was trying to "say" something to him, but before he could turn around, the force suddenly grew and it thrust.

Isis involuntarily took a step forward and stepped inside the door.

His heart was empty, and he was a little dazed for a while.

When he turned around, he saw a white crow by the door...... and Mulder. The Wood Golem still looked at him melancholy, as if the push was nothing more than an unintentional move. But the entrance to the library was clearly beginning to distort - through the inward shrinking space, the beautiful face of the white crow was ridiculously distorted, and the hint of mockery and sympathy in his eyes was unusually clear.

"Don't be angry......"

Her voice could still reach his ears intermittently: "We...... It's for your own good. ”

He didn't try to rush out - it was too late. He just looked at Mulder steadily...... Although I can't see anything,

He's always been vigilant, but it's against the crows, because Mudd won't betray him...... How could it have betrayed him?

The "door" closed before his eyes. It still looked like a wooden door that could be opened at any time, but Iss knew that even if it did, it would be difficult to tell where it would lead.

He stood blankly for a while before realizing that he was still holding the cup of herbal tea in a daze.

With a slight force on his fingers, the fragile glass shattered, and the still hot water fell on his hand, imprinting a crimson patch.

It took him a moment to think properly. He was no longer so irritable that he could even tell himself sensibly that Muder might not have betrayed him...... It's nothing more than a golem, its soul like a light mist that can be easily changed once its weaknesses are found. Even if there was a mistake, it was his fault - he shouldn't have put a scheming golem and a cunning and powerful female mage together......

The little sting in my heart is always so clear that it is difficult to ignore.

In the end, he simply walked down the bookshelf, waving his right hand. Books related to the magic of creating space each flew out of the shelves, half-hanging beside him.

At least here, the magic still works.

And this place was nothing but the creation of Inglis...... Saxess's father was even more ingenious 10,000 years ago—creating a small world in a staff that could accommodate all things to grow.

And he did not believe...... He couldn't even get out of here.

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"It's hard to determine where exactly it leads. ”

Ikaboyd said.

Then he stopped, and stopped for a long time.

Ed snapped back to his senses and sat up straight in a daze—the priest had apparently noticed that he had lost his mind.

"You should know that our world is not unique. Icabold continued indifferently, as if the pause had not occurred at all, "Nearly a thousand years ago...... When magic was more prosperous, people were once keen to 'travel' to another world. There are countless entrances to various spaces, and most of the records of each world are left over from that time...... Until people found out that such a trip brought a terrible consequence - this kind of rift to another dimension. ”

It's something that even the most powerful spellcaster can't control. It's hard to shut down, and there's no way it leads. It is not so much connected to another world as it is to connect to nothing. It causes magical chaos and even causes entire areas to "disappear" from the world, as if it had been completely swallowed up.

As a result, the magic that traveled through the worlds was gradually banned - when all records were deliberately destroyed and no one was taught, it didn't take much time for a spell to disappear. Until now, most casters felt that the spell didn't even exist.

"Very few of the relevant magical items have been carefully preserved......"

"Otherworldly Rings?" Ed blurted out. He was so impressed with it.

Icabold glanced at him, and the indifferent look in his eyes was two words that were clear to Ed - "nonsense".

He blushed and closed his mouth and listened respectfully.

"There's a saying, from Romuen West. "All worlds float in the sea of nothingness...... It's like garbage floating in water. ”

The corners of Ed's mouth twitched. But he realized that Icabold didn't refer to the independent guy as the "mad mage" that people used more often...... There was even a hint of respect in his tone.

"Well, these rifts may indeed lead directly to the Sea of Nothingness—as you suspect. ”