"Hahaha," Kiraweton smiled and glanced at the mage, "I think the paladin must have thought it was okay, it didn't matter. ”

The atmosphere was embarrassing, "nothing surprising, she fainted from the attack", Tarrant walked up the stone steps, "Let me come, keep my distance." ”

"Hopefully you'll be able to cast Sarin Twilight before you get attacked," the priest gestured for Katrina to go first.

"Sorry...... I'll be careful", the mage lowered his head and followed the two in front of him, keeping the distance at five stone steps.

The team carefully followed the steps that constantly circled upward, the tower set up a room every fifteen paces or so, there was no fire or sound between the cracks in the door, and Tarrant checked the dust at the door, there was no sign of it being opened, probably a storage room. The firelight seen before climbing up the castle was at the top of the tower, and they only had to reach the last room.

A peculiar smell came in.

"Is it fuel?". Tarrant stopped vigilantly and pressed against the wall, the smell familiar.

Conasius nodded slightly.

"It's more like the smell of boiled eggs", Kira Veton walked up without hesitation, "Do you smell it?".

With a slight smell of food, Tarrant sniffed carefully, "Could it be that he's cooking?"

"Come on, surprise him", the priest strode up.

A wooden door appeared at the end of the stone steps, a faint and flickering fire emitted from under the crack in the door, and they had reached the top of the tower.

The aroma came from inside the door, and it was indeed cooking, and there was the sound of a frying pan stir-frying.

Kira Vidon's hammer shook, signaling that the attack was ready.

Someone in the room was dragging a chair and was about to sit down, and he didn't seem to notice the uninvited guest.

The priest took a step back, the hammer slammed into the handle, and with a crisp "bang", the doorknob broke in two and fell to the ground, and the wooden door was bounced open.

A bald old man sat at a messy table with old books, torn leather goods, dilapidated machinery, and a large pile of useless garbage, and the sound of the door startled him, and he stared at the door in surprise, and the spoon rested on his wide-open mouth.

Kira Veton rushed into the room, her gaze scanning quickly, her posture relaxed, and there was no fight.

The room was small, with piles of clutter taking up most of the space, three large bookcases against the wall, all kinds of old books stuffed into them, a considerable part of them without labels, a freshly used pot by the window, the walls were all blackened, the floor was covered with grease, and a few faded robes were thrown in the corner, it was the dirtiest room Tarrant had ever seen, almost like a garbage dump, with the smell of sweat, rot, food, rust, all the unpleasant smells mixed together.

"You're ......" the bald old man put down his spoon, surprised that he didn't show the fear he should have.

"I'm sorry," Tarrant signaled everyone to put away their weapons, "and we're coming to Jim." ”

"Jim", the old man's eyebrows furrowed, as if he was struggling to think, and he asked slowly under the long gaze of the team, "It's me?"

"Is there anyone else in this castle?". According to Tarrant's observations, no.

"Hmm...... I'm alone," the old man nodded, "I'm Jim." ”

"We ...... Sorry, I broke your door, it's too dark", Tarrant pointed to the broken door that had fallen to the ground, the thing couldn't fit back, it was cracking a long crack from the doorknob.

"Ah, leave that door alone," said the old man to Conasius, who was standing at the door, "it's really not strong, let it be there." ”

Tarrant walked into the room and introduced, "We're the investigators of the Sheltered Light, and this is the vigilante of Wilsing. ”

"I haven't had a guest here in a long time, what do you want to drink?" Jim gestured to a metal cabinet in the corner, he didn't show any reaction to the words "Shelter Light" and "Shepherd". ...,

"No", Tarrant stared at the cabinet, a very regular cuboid, with a blue glow behind it, it seemed to be a magic item, he turned his head to look at the old man again, Jim should not be more than fifty years old, and he looked like he was sixty, his eyebrows were sparse and only a few short gray hairs remained, and the muscles of his hands were a little atrophied.

"Heh, please feel free, do you need breakfast?". The old man pointed to some black objects on the yellowed dinner plate again, and his hand movements on the tableware were quite neat, and he did not tremble.

"What's that?" said Katrina, approaching him.

"Omelette, I don't have much food left here," the old man took a bite.

The egg had been completely fried, and the old man's cooking skills were beyond the lower limit of the average person, and Tarrant leaned against a wooden table, "Is this breakfast?".

"Maybe, I don't mind what to call it", the old man smiled, no wrinkles, maybe he just looked more different, "I just woke up, this is my first meal of the day." ”

There were no beds in the room, no decent planks, "Where do you sleep?" asked Kiraviton coldly.

"Here, this is all my living space, I can't remember the last time I went out", the old man cut open the omelette and took a big bite, "It's a bit messy, I hope you won't mind." ”

The man in front of him was Jim Tarrant, who had always expected him to meet a tall, energetic mage, but he was a little disappointed by the gap, and Jim didn't have the spirit of Stewart.

"Are you looking for a place to rest?" Jim looked at the four of them slightly and asked, "This island is not very hospitable, I understand your situation...... You can find any place to rest here, but there are no beds", he smiled regretfully, "This castle is empty, I'm sorry. ”

Kilaveton walked behind Jim, "There's only one person in the castle?"

"It's been going on for a long time," Jim said, eating the last omelette, "Oh, haven't you been seated yet," he said, looking around the messy room, "it seems...... I don't have enough chairs here," he said, looking cramped with his hands crossed, "just sit down." ”

Tarrant was eager to find a place to sit, but everything he could was littered with garbage.

"You're a summoner?" asked Kiraviton again.

"Hah...... Haha", he smiled heartily, "Spells are already far away", he patted his forehead, "I don't remember spells anymore since I got sick. ”

"What's sick?" Tarrant asked.

"Progeria, what the mages call Blue Kasia," the old man wiped his mouth with the cuffs of his oil-stained robes.

"Blue Kasha?" was a foreign word to Tarrant, who hated the world of "mages", who always used strange language to cover up ordinary phenomena, as if to show off the gap in knowledge.

"It's a rare disease", Catrina sympathized, "The body enters a period of decline in advance, from the appearance of the patient is older than the actual age, their lifespan is greatly shortened, their function is reduced, they have no energy, they need to rest constantly, so their living habits are disrupted, there is no so-called day and night, the patient's memory is affected at the same time, there will be occasional memory loss, and in severe cases, they will forget what happened yesterday, and it will take a lot of time for them to memorize even a spell", she looked at her three teammates seriously," This disease does not occur in the general population, only a very small number of ...... Top Grand Master Mage. ”...... ，