Hearing this, Krazer took the thick iron ring handed over by Old Jack, and pulled it hard, and a black hole suddenly appeared on the ground, revealing a simple wooden step, extending directly below, Old Jack lit a magic wand to illuminate and walked down first, Krazer and the big black dog followed. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

As you enter the cellar, the temperature drops, giving you a cool, swishing feeling. Old Jack walked ahead and lit the candles in the cellar, and the dark cellar instantly became brighter. Krazer gasped, this is a little bit of stock, this is a mountain of barrels! Krazer opened his mouth wide, muttering to himself, but unable to speak.

"I need to go home and get ready! I'll come back in two days to get it! I can't take much now, I'll go home and see if there are any more buckets to decorate! I can't take so much with me, or I'll have to die of exhaustion halfway!" Looking at Old Jack with a wicked smile on his face and the big black dog beside him, Krazer said helplessly.

"No problem, no problem, just take as much as you want, I don't mind. Old Jack looked at Kratzer with a smile and agreed, not caring how much Kratzer had.

"Well, then, I'll go home first, and I'll put the ring with me first! I won't go into the house, and I'll come back in two days to get the book! You old fellow is so cunning, the foxes in the forest are not as cunning as you. Kraser grumbled and walked out of the cellar.

"Okay, no problem, you can take as much as you want!hey!hey!hey!hey!" Looking at the back of Kraser's departure, Old Jack and the big black dog looked at each other and smiled, and a sly smile appeared on their faces.

Hearing this, Kratzer took the iron ring in Old Jack's hand, and pulled it hard, and a black hole appeared in the ground, and there was also a simple wooden step out of the hole, extending inside, and Old Jack took the lead in rowing a magic wand to illuminate, followed by Kraser and the big black dog.

As you enter the cellar, the temperature drops, giving you a cool, swishing feeling. Old Jack walked ahead and lit the candles in the cellar, and the dark cellar instantly became brighter. Krazer gasped, this is a little bit of stock, this is a mountain of barrels! Krazer opened his mouth wide, muttering to himself, but unable to speak.

"I need to go home and get ready! I'll come back in two days to get it! I can't take much now, I'll go home and see if there are any more buckets to decorate! I can't take so much with me, or I'll have to die of exhaustion halfway!" Looking at Old Jack with a wicked smile on his face and the big black dog beside him, Krazer said helplessly.

"No problem, no problem, just take as much as you want, I don't mind. Old Jack looked at Kratzer with a smile and agreed, not caring how much Kratzer had.

"All right, I'll go home first, and I'll put the ring here first! I won't go into the house, I'll pick up the book in two days! You old fellow is so cunning, the foxes of the forest are not as cunning as you. Kraser grumbled and walked out of the cellar.

"Okay, no problem, you can take as much as you want!hey!hey!hey!hey!" Looking at the back of Kraser's departure, Old Jack and the big black dog looked at each other and smiled, and a sly smile appeared on their faces.

Coming out of Old Jack's house, Kreezer kept fiddling with the iron ring that Old Jack called a ring, and unknowingly walked to the door of the house. Kreeser sighed and pushed open the gate, only to find that the yard was so full of things that there was nowhere to walk.

"Old man, old man, are you going to kick me out of the house, why did you throw all my clothes into the yard, what are these things?" asked Kraser, leaning back against the gate.

"These are all your clothes to change on the way, and there is food, these are just some of them, when I look for them again, there should be a lot more! I'll go buy more beef jerky later, that thing is a must-have food for a long journey!" said the burly old Sherlock as he got out of the pile of clothes, with a sock on his head, looking very funny.

"Oh my God, father, I can't hold so many things with only one pair and ten fingers, and I'm worried about how to take the wine that old Jack promised me! Kratzer stroked his forehead and said helplessly.

"You say these things! It's very simple! Come with me into the room! I'll show you the equipment I used when I was younger! Now that I'm too old to use it, you've walked far this time, and you can use it all the time!" the burly old Sherlock walked into the room. Kreeser followed dejectedly, crossed the threshold, and entered. By this time, old Albert had already taken out a large box, on which a thick layer of ash had fallen, and placed it on the table with a clatter.

"Keep your eyes open and take a look! Stinky boy! This is the equipment that your dad and I used to break into the continent when I was young, take a look! It will definitely surprise you! Haha! I thought that these things would be silent forever, but I didn't expect to see the light of day again!" Old Sherlock looked excited, and he blew hard to blow the dust off the box, and the whole room suddenly became dusty.

"Ahem, ahem, old fellow, you can't murder me, you're choking me to death, look at you happy, how do I feel that you wish I had left this house sooner!" Krizer looked into the box as he fanned the flying dust with his hand.

There were three things in the box, a magic scroll, a ring, and a dagger-like gray but metallic sheen. Under Kreser's curious gaze, old Sherlock caressed the ring and dagger lovingly, and his face showed a trace of imperceptible nostalgia. Kratzer took the dagger and the ring and looked at his father suspiciously, he never knew that his father also had some unknown past.

"Alas, time flies so fast! More than thirty years have passed! More than thirty years have passed unconsciously! How many thirty years can there be in a person's life!" Old Sherlock sighed nostalgically.

I saw that Old Sherlock carefully picked up the ring and put it on the palm of his hand, his eyes gradually became misty, and he said slowly: "This ring can be said to be the heirloom of our family, it is a space ring, different from those space rings that you know have a fixed space size, the space size of this ring will change according to the spiritual power used, isn't it amazing!"

But apparently, Krazer didn't believe much in his father's words, although he knew that his father was also a magician, he was just an extremely ordinary magician, how could he have such a magical ring. And even those famous spatial rings that have been passed down for a long time do not have such a bizarre function, so Krazer obviously took Sherlock's words as a talking point to brag about his younger self.

Old Sherlock, who didn't feel that his son was strange, coughed lightly, and continued with a little choked words. "It was a birthday present from my mentor when I was eighteen years old, and without his nurturing grace and his careful care, I would not be where I am today, let alone you today! My child, it's just that after so many years, I have failed to live up to his old man's expectations of me! I have neither made a career, nor fulfilled his old man's wishes! Speaking of which, he has never seen you!"

This is also the first time that Kratzer has heard about his past from his father's mouth, although he has asked before, but his father has never been silent about it, therefore, Kratzer is also full of curiosity about the old man in his father's mouth, he wants to know very much, what kind of person this kind old man who only lives in his imagination is, but old Sherlock did not continue, and deliberately diverted the topic.

Old Sherlock put down the ring in his hand, he took a deep breath, calmed down some of his excitement, and continued. "Guess what this is?" he said, gesturing at the gray, metallic object the length of his forearm.

"I'm guessing it's a dagger or a dagger for self-defense!" Frazer shifted his gaze from the ring to the metallic object the length of his forearm.

"Haha. I knew you would be wrong, most people would think of it as a dagger, and no wonder, this thing is really rare!" Old Sherlock carefully picked up the dagger-like thing and stroked it gently. "Stinky boy, it's not a dagger or anything like that, it's an arrow, an arrow on a feathered arrow, don't look at it as gray and inconspicuous, once you underestimate it, you will suffer a lot. ”

"Haven't you woken up, old man, if the arrows are so big, how long this arrow must be, you are really joking!" Hearing his father say this, Krazer could not help but be a little surprised, he shook his head like a rattle, and could not believe that the short sword-like thing in front of him was the arrow of a feathered arrow.

Seeing his son's surprised expression, old Sherlock smiled and sent the arrow in his hand forward, and Krazer carefully took the tip of the arrow with both hands, but it was still a shallow cut in his finger by the sharp blade. Seeing that the arrow in his hand was so sharp, Krazer couldn't help but gasp, and he carefully observed the arrow in his hand.

This arrowhead with the length of a forearm, the whole body is gray, the hand is cool, the whole arrow presents a kind of asymmetrical diamond shape with long and short bottoms, there are two deep grooves on one side of the arrow, needless to say that it must be used for bloodletting, and there are some vague and strange letters engraved between the two bloodletting grooves, these letters Fraser always feels that he has seen them somewhere, but he can't remember anything, he can only vaguely identify a few letters, and on the other side there is a small diamond-shaped groove I don't know what it does.

"What kind of text is engraved on this, why don't I recognize any of them?" Krizer looked at the inconspicuous arrow in his hand and suddenly noticed that there was vague text engraved on it.

"Those elven words mean Victoria!" old Sherlock gestured to the letters on the arrow, not forgetting to teach Krazer a lesson. "Let you learn a little more about the languages of other races, you just don't listen, now you know it's useful!"

"Who is she, Viktoria?" but Kratzer selectively ignored his father's accusations, and he was intrigued by the apparently feminine name, and couldn't help but ask curiously.

"Victoria, it's been a long time since I've heard that name! She's a friend I made when I traveled around the continent when I was younger, and she used to be very good friends with your mother, so good enough that she knows everything about your mother, so if you want to know something about your mother, go find her!" said old Sherlock with affection as he looked at the tip of the arrow. "Alas, time is like a river, and once it flows through your fingers, you can only leave endless memories! My son, if you meet someone you like, don't let go!"

After hearing his father's words, Krazer immediately became interested in the name Victoria, and this was the first time he had heard about his mother from his father's mouth, which made him determined to find the person in his father's mouth. Although he really wanted to know about his mother from his father's mouth, he knew that since his father had never mentioned anything about his mother to him for more than 20 years, even if he asked him now, he would definitely not have an answer, so it was better to find it himself. After making up his mind, Kraser looked curiously at the arrow in his hand.

"And what is this diamond-shaped groove for?"

"It is used to set magic stones, and it is a technique unique to the elves, and other races cannot learn it. I think that the bow and arrow pointed at it back then, all of them retreated, but it's a pity! It's really a jewel in my hands!" Old Sherlock said with emotion at the mention of his glorious past, obviously proud of what he had experienced in his youth. "Don't look at me like that, you'll know about your mother's affairs when you meet the owner of this arrow, now look at this scroll!

Hearing his father say this, Kraser reluctantly put down the arrow in his hand, picked up the scroll on the table and slowly opened it, the first thing that caught his eye was that the top of the scroll was inlaid with two thumb-sized dark green gems, as the scroll opened, what appeared in front of him was a map with very detailed annotations, which recorded in detail the countless mountains and rivers, lakes and swamps, deserts and glaciers on the continent of Montimos, and even the distribution of large and small countries was clearly visible. But unlike the maps he had seen before, the cities and regions that appeared on this map had only one name, not even a little detailed marking, except that it seemed to cover all the places on the entire continent, and had no other advantages, which couldn't help but make Krazer wonder if the interesting thing in his father's mouth was just that this map was a detailed map of the continent!

"You find our location on it first, and then you try to inject some spiritual power into those two philosopher's stones!" Looking at Kraser, who had a puzzled expression, Old Sherlock pointed to the two dark green gems on the scroll and instructed.

Krazer looked at his father with a little confusion, followed his instructions to find the location of the town of Ellrock on the map, and then tried to inject some spiritual power into the two dark green gems on the scroll, and then a magical sight came into his eyes.

With the infusion of his spiritual power, the scroll blurred for a while, and then the town of Al Rock on the map suddenly became vivid, this time what appeared in front of him was not those with simple line drawings, but turned into some virtual three-dimensional images, the stone tablet on the east side of the town, the Wanderer's House Bar and the one-room magic academy, everything in the town was clearly visible, as if it was right in front of his eyes.

"It's amazing!Father, how the hell is this done!" Krezer opened his mouth in curiosity, staring intently at the miraculous sight that appeared before his eyes.

"Hehe, stinky boy, I know that your father and I didn't say anything big this time!" old Sherlock smiled smugly, looked at his son who had grown up in surprise, and tapped his finger on the scroll. "This scroll is based on space magic, and mixed with multi-system magic for permanent reinforcement, which also participates in some elves unique life magic, and then forms a three-dimensional magic map, looking at this map as if you are in the high altitude as if you are immersed, this feeling is not very wonderful. ”

Ignoring his father's question, Kraser's eyes widened as he searched the map for the area around the town of El Rock, where they lived, and it didn't take long for Fraser to find the hillside where Old Jack lived, and even the low and dilapidated house was clearly visible on the magic map.

Frazer exclaimed like a child who had found a new toy, "Look, look, we're here! Father, how did you do that!"

Old Sherlock smirked. "Haha! Stinky boy, you've only seen part of your father's magical place, and there are many you haven't seen!"

Krazer pouted disapprovingly, didn't say anything more, and lay on the map looking for Berkeley, the destination of this commission, secretly calculating in his heart how many mountains he needed to climb, how many rivers he had to cross, how many prairies he had to cross, and so on and so forth, and finally he came to a conclusion that if he was lucky, he would not be able to reach Berkeley until the end of next year, which meant that he would spend nearly two years on the road, which made him can't help but scold Old Jack again in his heart.

But then he was drawn to some of the places on the map marked in bright red, as he discovered that deep in the Confused Swamp to the west of the town was a place called Death Swamp, which was clearly marked in red font more than others.