The hole was very narrow at first, and even a thin figure like Cheese could barely get through. With his collar pulled, the mage entered the hollow with his head in front of him, but he was able to keep his hands in front of his head in time to prevent the rocks or roots protruding from the hollow from hitting his head. Even so, this tree hole could not be called a comfortable passage, and the mage's body soon felt numb from the various impacts, and he was sure that if it were not for the protection of the gray robe, he would not be able to find a complete piece of flesh on his body by now.

But even though the gray robe has escaped the punishment of a thousand knives, this kind of passage in the narrow passage is also uncomfortable. The main thing is speed, it's too fast. Cheese couldn't accurately calculate how long he had been pulled into the hollow, but he was sure it was a long distance, and a distance that shouldn't have been in a narrow cavern like a tree hollow. You know, the average tree hole, the next litter of badgers that can live in it is the limit, and the larger ones may be able to accommodate the less large brown bears, and the one that Cheese is experiencing now is as long and twisted as the digestive tract of a large snake, making it impossible to guess its end from the inside. Just as the mage was about to do something to force himself out of this state, he fell into a large mass of things.

The smell of grass and trees and the slight smell of decay indicate that the cheese was holding the cheese away from hitting the ground, and that it was a large mass of leaves that had accumulated there. Pure leaves, no twigs or anything else. The mage, whose arms were not yet fully recovered, struggled for a moment to lift his head from the pile of fallen leaves, and from the position of his back, where he had fallen into the hollow of the tree, the sunlight rushed out of the hole, stretching its invisible body again, illuminating the dim underground space. The sunlight shouldn't have been able to shine in, because the hollow in the tree was so twisted and twisted, unless it was magic.

Because of magic, of course, this is the shelter of the famous Grey Robes, and regardless of the field of study, the Grey Robes have the most basic spell-casting abilities and knowledge. For most spellcasters, the talents trained by the Grey Tower are all-rounders, and they can even be said to be all-rounder. This naturally includes how to quickly transform a naturally formed tree hole into a convenient base for spellcasters, and the simple magic set up in the tree hole is just the beginning. Here, there is another form of mage tower.

Whether it's a mage tower or any other form of caster's stronghold, all magic training warns their apprentices not to use their hands on other people's territory. Just as a farmer who is prepared to hide behind a branch with a crossbow can kill an unsuspecting knight with a single arrow, the reliability of all so-called talisman magic in other people's territory is questionable.

So is the other party going to do it to himself? It's better to say that he has already done it. Thinking so, Cheese smiled slightly, and his eyes swept over the pile of fallen leaves, searching for the arm that had pulled him in, and that arm had been waiting for him quietly outside the leaves. When Cheese saw the arm, the index finger of that hand stopped tapping on the ground, as if the impatient waiter had finally been taken seriously. This humane gesture began to interest the mage, as he knew that the arm did not belong to Bacchus, and that Bacchus would not control it to do such things.

Rising from among the leaves, the leaves obediently slipped off the gray robes, and none of them adhered to the robes. Cheese's steps are a little staggering, and without arm assistance, the balance of the human body is not so stable. Fortunately, the ground under the dead leaves is flat and hard, and although it is not stony, the soil is clearly tamped. This made the mage even more curious, and he couldn't understand the point of his fellow disciples putting so much effort into building such a hideout. This curiosity urged him to keep up with the arm that began to crawl deeper into the cavern.

The dim light casts from the tree hole, illuminating the underground space, and the roots of trees and other plants can be seen above the cave, and some insects and other small animals that live here are disturbed and scattered, and some even hit the cobwebs knotted in the corners. The main body of the picture is a man in a gray robe following a tattooed arm crawling on his fingers. But this is just the portico of the cave.

Following that arm, Cheese quickly entered the main part of the cave, and interestingly, although there was no obvious large hole, the sunlight still shone in from above through the roots of the trees that jutted out of the wall, presumably the roots of the trees inadvertently opened the small holes, which were later used by the builders here to make this way of lighting.

Behind the porch, there is the laboratory, which is very in line with the architectural habits of the gray robe, no matter what the conditions are, the gray robes will build their laboratory very well, even in the hollow of the tree. Unlike the porch, which is just compacted dirt, the floor and walls here are made of grass stems and mortar, and there is a faint smell of magic on them. The roots of the trees that jut into the lab have been transformed into natural supports and hooks, and there is even a small spring on the side wall of the lab to provide clean living water.

It's not quite what Cheese had imagined, there is no strong smell of blood or decay, and there are no corpses that have been transformed into corpse-eating creatures or discarded objects that have failed to be transformed. It's very clean and the people who clean it up must be very attentive. The arm leading the way didn't stop much in the lab, it crawled straight to a door inside, saying that it was a door, but it was just a fence made of a few truncated tree roots, and with a little force on that arm, the fence opened on its own, and there was no lock or anything like that on either side. But as soon as it opened, a strong, pungent smell poured out of the door, a complex smell that cheese felt familiar but couldn't tell the ingredients.

Walking inside, this is the end of the entire tree hole, which is also the owner's bedroom. The only difference is that there are no beds or any furniture for resting. There were only a few thick roots hanging from the roof, which converged in the center of the room, and one of the thinner roots protruded naturally into the skin at the back of the neck, intertwining with the spine of the person who was entwined there. The man looked up slowly, his face was thin but healthy, his hair and beard untrimmed for a long time were growing wantonly, obscuring most of his face, revealing only those eyes that shimmered with magical light.

"You're here. Long time no see. ”