It was pitch black, and the steps under his feet didn't know where they led, and Astran only felt like he was going down. At first, he thought it was cool, but the further down he went, the colder it became. He couldn't see anything, he couldn't reach the wall with his outstretched hand, and he couldn't help but walk very slowly. He was secretly surprised that this place was so spacious, if it was a basement, how big would it be?

"Wow, my God, I can't see anything! we should get a torch!" Arthur cried out behind him, "what the hell is this place?"

"Shut up!" the old man's voice sounded in front of Astran, "don't wake up the master here. ”

"Master?who's the owner here?, I can't touch anything, there's no wall, there's no handrail, what if I fall?!" Arthur retorted, "Are you a cat?

"The road is not under your feet, the road is in your heart. The old man scolded, "Don't believe what you see, feel it with your heart." ”

Astran didn't say a word, his heart tensed, and the further down he went, the wetter it became, and he even heard the sound of water droplets.

"Oh!ahh

"Quiet!" the old man snapped.

"I can't be quiet! my head is wet, I must have broken my head!" Arthur grumbled, "You're a magician, yes! You could summon a little flame around you to illuminate it!"

"No, the light will wake up the owner here. The old man refused, "Those who enter this door should know that it is suitable." If you can't do it, you can go back. ”

Astran felt no footsteps behind him, he turned his head, but he couldn't see Arthur, he asked softly, "Arthur, where are you?"

Arthur did not answer. Astraan's heart sank, and he said loudly, "Wait, old man, Arthur is gone." ”

"Let him be, just go back. The old man replied lightly, "Let's keep walking, and leave him alone." ”

Astran shook his head, and he said, "No, I have to go back to him." ”

As soon as he turned around, he heard Arthur's angry roar: "You bad old man! big bald head! big liar!"

It turned out that Arthur was behind Astraan, and he was holding his breath, and then he all burst out: "You promised to teach me magic and take me to this hellish place, I was injured, but you didn't care about me! Big bald head! You are a three-legged cat magician, you yourself have that little ability, what kind of powerful role do you pretend?!"

"Ann—quiet—" exclaimed the old man.

Suddenly, Astran felt the steps vibrate, he quickly crouched down, his hands inadvertently touched the crack in the step, the crack grew bigger and bigger, and he shouted: "The step is going to collapse!"

"Follow me!" said the old man.

Suddenly there were voices all around, the loud cries of men, the sobs of women, the sound of wild laughter, the cries of babies, and it seemed that the whole space was filled with people.

"They're awake!" shouted the old man again, "Run!"

As soon as the words fell, eyes appeared all around, large and small, some eyes were tearing, some were bloodshot, and some were looking at Astrand.

The ground kept shaking, Astrand's balance was not as good as his brother's, and he felt his legs go a little weak, but despite this, he didn't forget Arthur.

"Arthur, run!" Astram took Arthur's hand.

Arthur stammered and stayed where he was, shaking his head and muttering, "No, it's not true...... I'm definitely dreaming......"

Astran screamed and instinctively stepped back a few meters.

Above Arthur's head, a pair of eyes as big as the full moon in the sky stared at him, and then it yawned and drooled. Arthur was drenched with a bucket of water poured from head to toe, and he came back to his senses and shouted, "I want to go back!" before he could finish speaking, and ran up the steps like crazy.

Astran chased after him, and the ground suddenly shook, rumbling all around, and he tripped over the steps and fell into the mud. A pair of purple eyes appeared from the ground below his face, and after staring at him for a few seconds, the old man grabbed Astran and ran down the steps. Just where Astran left, a bloody mouth appeared, snow-white teeth contrasting with the pitch-black ground.

"Run!" the old man's shouts were drowned out by the cries, laughter, and falling stones on the ground.

No, it's not true, I don't look at it, I don't think about it. He comforted himself, but when a human face in front of him smiled at him, he couldn't hold back any longer, screamed strangely, and ran away. Dozens of pairs of eyes stared at him, and the hairs on his back stood on end. He slipped and fell several times, and finally, after a few turns, those laughter and eyes were left behind him, and a glimmer of light shot into front of his eyes, and he subconsciously covered his eyes with his hands.

"It's safe. The old man slowed down and stopped.

Astraan's eyes adjusted to the light and were stunned by what he saw: the sky was blue, and the mountains and trees stained the canyon green throughout.

"How is that possible!" Astran was dumbfounded, pointing to the sky and asking like a cannon, "Aren't we in the basement of the administration building?

"We are neither outside the academy nor entirely underground in the administration building. We are neither in the real world nor entirely in the wizarding world. The old man's speech was still tongue-twisting and mysterious.

Astran felt a surge of hot blood surging over his head, he crossed his hands on his hips, lowered his face, pointed at the old man's nose and shouted: "First, you are not allowed to speak like this again, I don't understand at all." Second, what happened to Arthur, I'm worried. If you don't explain it well, I won't go any further!"

The old man stared at Astraan, who realized that the old man didn't look wrinkled, but his hoarse voice and gray beard made him look at least 50 years old.

"I'll answer your second question first, the staircase is a kind of enchantment, where the owner will be awakened by the light. Countless pairs of eyes are staring at you, making you scared, running, getting lost, and never finding a way out. Either life or death, the dead are either turned into piles of bones on the steps or devoured by the mouths of the ground. However...... "The old man sat on the ground, patting the dust off his body, "after all, it is enchantment magic, as long as you have no distractions in your mind, you will naturally find an exit as you follow the steps." Arthur was bent on going back, and it just so happened that I had a little communication skill enough to make way for the master of the enchantment. ”

Astran was skeptical, staring at the fearless old man. The old man pretended not to see Astraan's gaze, and sat cross-legged on the ground, looking out into the forest.

The old man doesn't seem to have any murderous intent, and he didn't mean to kill us when he brought us here. Astra pondered and analyzed. Edward's brother had said that if anyone wanted to kill Astrand, such as someone holding rotten seafood to feed him, he would have fled with a disgusting smell. Although Astraan disagrees with his brother's analogy of his appetite, in general, Astraan has a keen sense of danger, and at the moment, the old man does not act dangerous.

"Let's go, there's still a long way to go. The old man pointed to the mountains in the distance, which stood tall and brown with large patches of white, "We have to go through the canyon and climb up to that peak." ”

"What's there, where the hell are we?" Astran stood up, the horror of the barrier scaring him, but because of this, he wanted to follow the old man more and more.

The old man smiled and replied, "The legacy of the Prophet, the realm of magic." ”

The canyon was unusually quiet, with no birds and insects, no wild beasts, only endless greenery, green grass all over the mountains, and towering green trees.

"Which prophet—Michel von Claydermann, Arnold, or Odyssey?" asked Astrand, wrenching his fingers, "there are only three prophets in history, but there is no book that says they built this place." ”

"Only three prophets?" the old man smiled contemptuously, patting the dust off his clothes and shaking his head slightly.

"Isn't it?" Astran asked rhetorically, "I didn't get bad grades in my magical history class. ”

"What is that rote memorization? It proves that you have a good memory?" the old man snorted and said sarcastically, "History is written by the victors, is it not history that is not written in it? Is it true history that is written in books?"

Astran patted his head and sighed, "You're really good at quibbling, just like my brother." ”

"Oh, you still have a brother?" the old man's trouser leg rubbed against the green grass.

"Well, when he can't remember the knowledge of those history lessons, he quibbles like that. Astran nodded, and added at the end, "Master Akiyama was so angry that his beard was cocked, and my brother was proud that the master couldn't refute him. ”

"Oh, what a clever guy. The old man nodded, as if to approve of Edward's nonsense, "In ancient times, the gods lived at the top of the canopy of the World Tree, and Muhammad visited them. After discussion and negotiation, Thor decided to release Muhammad back to the human world and ordered him to return to the human world to spread the faith of the Seven Gods. The goddess of youth gave Muhammad a bottle of water from the Fountain of Life, which would keep him young and long. ”

"I laughed to death, even the 8-year-old children in the church choir knew that the story was from The Divine Comedy. After Emperor Nicklaus' victory over the Church, he burned a large number of manuscripts of the Divine Comedy, but good stories were passed on by word of mouth. Astran laughed, and he happily kicked away a small rock as if he had scored high in his history of magic class, "Muhammad is fiction, and Michel von Clayderman is the first prophet." As evidenced by the drawings of the imperial historians, Emperor Rhodes met the 17-year-old young prophet, who said that mortals were not qualified to ask God's spokesman to kneel. ”

"Hmph, that kind of thing, greedy, jealous, bragging, the only thing worth recording is the discovery of the Arcane Crystal. The chaos he caused was much greater than that. The old man's attitude towards Michelle surprised Astrand, "Boy, listen carefully, real history." Those broken books of yours can be thrown away. ”

I'm still alive! When I return, I'm full fire!

(End of chapter)