"Someone here?" A cold sweat broke out on Roland's back, and he couldn't help but feel a pang of panic in his heart.

He summoned the Ice Elemental, the temperature dropped slightly, and his mind gradually cleared up.

"Not true. If there were any, I would have been found out earlier, and I wouldn't have waited until now. Besides, it's dusty, and it's obvious that no one has lived in it for a long time. ”

"What could that be?" His brain spun wildly, retrieving what he had seen about illusion magic.

"Illusion magic can be performed through a medium, even if it is not manipulated. So, what is the medium? ”

"The gates of the castle? Wrong. If it was a gate, I would have been stuck in it the moment I pushed it open and entered the castle, how could it be that it was only opened when I went up the stairs? ”

"What could it be, I didn't touch anything on purpose," Roland pondered, remembering what he had done since he entered the castle.

He always felt that there was something he had overlooked, and he tried to remember it, but he couldn't remember it.

"What the hell is it?" Roland simply stopped, whispering like a dream, his eyes wandering around. He casually glanced at the mural on the wall next to him, and his heart was suddenly shocked, and his mind suddenly cleared the clouds.

"Yes! Mural! ”

It dawned on Roland that if the mural on the wall was created by a mage who was proficient in illusion magic, and gave him powers, it would indeed pull him into the illusion little by little when his eyes touched the mural.

"I just don't know if this illusion magic is purely a labyrinth, or if it's something else?" Roland thought silently in his heart, "The magic of thousands of years ago can still be triggered now, and the illusion magic of the owner of the castle is not low." ”

At this moment, the wall cracked silently, and out of it crawled out of it one by one with an abominable face. The demon was in good shape, climbing, running, crawling, and in an instant it was at Roland's side.

These demons are clad in ragged robes. Blood flowed from his eyes, and sharp claws protruded from his palms, which oozed an obscure light. They opened their mouths and made a roaring gesture, but they didn't make a sound, which was extremely weird.

Roland looked at the demon, and a chill filled his body. What kind of evil ghost is this, it's clearly his own appearance!

Panicked, the magic condensed just now also dissipated in an instant. It was too late, but it was too soon, and a demon reached out with a lightning bolt and pressed its claws on Roland's chest.

Burst!

Roland spurted blood and took two steps back. The cyan robe was dim and polluted.

"Svein's Concussive Ring of Fire!" A flame suddenly ignited, quickly steaming from Roland's surroundings, and the figures of the demons who were about to pounce came to an abrupt halt, and then were bounced away in all directions.

Roland breathed a sigh of relief, and three flame shields slowly rose around him.

The demon doesn't know how long it has existed, and its strength has already been seriously degraded. It looks extremely fierce, but it is actually vulnerable. In the ensuing battle, the demons attacked again and again, but they did not even break the 'Garris's flame shield', and they were hit by the magic released by Roland, and their bodies dissipated and disappeared.

Finally, as Maxwell's meteor rises, five fireballs slay the last demon in a row.

The illusion is shattered, the characters in the painting slowly disappear, and the mural cracks little by little, turning into dust and falling down. Roland looked at the blank wall, what had just happened was like a daydream, if it weren't for the obvious paw prints on the robe and the fact that he had consumed most of his spiritual power, he would have even wondered if what had just happened had happened.

After a moment's rest, he strolled up the stairs to the second floor of the castle.

Folding the stairs, the second floor is divided into rooms by a long corridor. The long corridors are covered with thick carpets, and the rooms are arranged in a row of different sizes.

Roland walked past one by one, and the first few rooms seemed to be the residence of the apprentices, but there were no bones of the apprentices, and I don't know if they had long been weathered or were missing.

The room is crowded, and a few simple objects make up the main body of the room. The most eye-catching enchanted red paulownia cabinet door is slightly open, and you can see that there are black robes embroidered with two large pockets on the chest. This robe is very characteristic of the era, and it is a unique robe style of the ancient magic empire Odyssey Empire, which was all the rage at the time, and there are many records on the scrolls. With the fall and fall of the Odyssey Empire 3,000 years ago, this style of robe was gradually abandoned in favor of the current style with pockets tattooed on the inside. But it is said that until modern times, mages were still dressed like that in the far East.

Roland touched it lightly with his staff, and he didn't know what texture of the robe could not stand the test of time, and one by one it turned into pieces and fluttered down.

He rummaged through the apprentice's room and found several magic books in the bookcase. When I was happy to pick it up with my hands, the magic book also had its shape, and the moment my fingers touched it, it was concave and difficult to form.

Roland sighed and withdrew his hand, and searched for a moment again that he refused to let go. Eventually, a staff was found next to the bed, and a ring was left out in the cracks. The magical power of these magic items has faded due to age, but the characteristics of the items themselves are still there, and they may come in handy in the future, and Roland does not dislike them, and includes them in the storage ring one by one.

I took the trouble to search the rest of the rooms, and found that the situation was similar to this one, and only found a few magical items that were also useless due to the disappearance of magical powers.

Roland had no choice but to keep going.

The structure of the third floor is simple, separating the two rooms from a staircase. One is a large laboratory, and the other is the bedroom of the owner of this castle.

The faint magical glow that still existed on the laboratory door shook Roland's spirit, who had little hope. A magic trick was used to silently open the door to the lab, without causing any magical fluctuations.

Roland cautiously entered. The laboratory is the most important place for a mage, and it is also the safest place. Almost all mages will not spare their pockets to arm the laboratory. After all, every experiment a mage does is extremely dangerous, and even now, there are many mages who are killed by their own magic experiments every year.

Fortunately, due to the age of the magic array, many magic arrays have lost their effectiveness. Several barely usable magic arrays were also exposed in the hiding place, and were carefully dodged by Roland.

The inside of the laboratory was very clean, if you didn't look at the dust that had accumulated, the bones of animals that had long since died in the test bottles, and the magic potions that had faded in color and lost their magical breath. Roland had the illusion that the owner of the lab was only leaving temporarily and would return after a while······