Although Cheese was already very angry now, he still couldn't hand over what he had just gotten to An Lina in the first place. Because between his position and An Lina's room, is where the battlefield is. The mage didn't want to get involved in this fight, even though he might have the ability to stop the fight, but he didn't want to risk his life anymore when he realized that someone in his sect had entered the tower with the Morok Assassin. If they want to fight, let them go. Thinking of this, Cheese decided to visit the sleeper first.

Luckily, the Sleeper's room wasn't separated by a battle, it was in a small corner in the middle of the Grey Tower, and even its doors were nearly half smaller than the others, allowing them to only be entered, and even larger visitors would be stuck in the door frame. Cheese stood in front of the door and waited for a few seconds, as the Grey robes were generally aware of their room and its surroundings, and the actual meaning of knocking on the door was far less than the politeness it expressed in the Grey Tower. Cheese's time in the area was to tell the sleeper that he was coming and that he was not hostile. It's also about giving the other person time to think about how to treat the visitor.

It's just that the Sleeper is the outlier in the entire Grey Tower, and nothing happened for nearly a few minutes after the mage waited for the door to open automatically or the door to refuse to meet. Cheese blinked, silence can be seen as a rejection, just letting the other party waste time for no reason is something that the efficiency of the gray robes rather like to do, so they have never used silence as an answer, and this should be the same for sleepers. The mage's anxiety was exacerbated by the inexplicable wait and the unsubsided fluctuations of magic power between the upper and lower sides, and he narrowed his eyes, and a rather bad guess flashed through his mind, maybe it wasn't that the sleeper didn't give him a response, but that he couldn't give him a response at all?

In normal times, this speculation is often based on the fact that the other party is busy with experiments or is unable to get out because of some business, in which case the visiting gray robe will consciously leave, because whether it is meditation or other similar magical experiences, the experiencer needs to pay full attention, and it is dangerous and impolite to disturb quietly. But this is not the case, and when he is in the middle of two battles, Cheese has every reason to think that the sleeper is being drawn into another battle. And regardless of the outcome of this battle, the sleeper cannot be fine.

Having made up his mind, the mage had a plan to break down. But how easy is it to rush into another gray-robed room in the Grey Tower? What Grey Robe doesn't wrap his room tightly with defensive magic and other sorcery, and he can't wait to enter the door with a series of spells and passwords to open the door? Cheese doesn't think the Sleeper is an exception, for his magical eyes have seen the mysterious lines on the doorframe, a magic he is not familiar with, and he has reason to believe that it has something to do with sleep and dreams. Cheese doesn't want to dream, especially now when every second counts, although entering the game first and then breaking the game is the standard process for breaking through the opponent's defense system, but he plans to take a shortcut today.

The amulet of cold iron was firmly grasped in the palm of his left hand, and Cheese wondered if this small piece of cold iron was enough to destroy all the traps that a gray-robed man had built around his residence. But this is the quickest method, as long as the interlocking traps are broken by Cold Iron, he is sure that he can follow that little clue to destroy the entire system.

"Come on, it's your time to show what you're up to. The mage whispered, slowly lowering the palm of his left hand and the cold iron in it to the door.

"Huh!" the temperature from the cold iron gave Cheese the illusion that he was clutching a piece of red-hot iron. But even though he had lost his ability to perceive his left hand, he still had no intention of retreating. When he held the cold iron in his hand, he couldn't use his magical vision to observe the changes, so he had to resort to something outside of magic, something that lurked inside his body, and he could ignore, suppress, and forget in the past few years. "Whew, suck. "The bulging blood vessels around the eyes took on a strange color, which was not the color of blood. The whites of the eyes gradually faded, and everything in the eye sockets became less real. In the end, only two points remained, as if from outside the billions of stars, flickering from his eyes.

"Broken. The mage's right hand reached into his bosom, pulled out the dagger he had just picked up from the corpse of the Morlock, and quickly tapped it three times at a certain point on the door, "Poof, poof, bang!"

His third stab had a far more than normal effect. With a soft thud, both the dagger and the door were detonated by an invisible force, the former having weathered and decayed in a matter of moments that should have taken thousands of years, turning into a handful of dust that drifted through the mage's fingers, while the latter burst an arm-thick hole as if it had been struck by a small battering ram!

Without further hesitation, Cheese reached into the door with his right hand through the hole that had been blown out, and pulled the wooden bolt behind the door open. The door immediately turned into an ordinary wooden door, and he couldn't wait to open it without even waiting for Cheese to exert himself. The mage's eyes were restored to their original state, except that the whites of his eyes were still filled with frightening bloodshots, a sign that blood vessels were on the verge of rupture. It took him some effort to pick off the amulet that was sticking to his palm, and by the way, he also got a layer of skin off himself. Cheese put the amulet in the pocket of his robe first, and later he had to dispose of the dead skin on it, otherwise he would probably be used by his enemies to cast spells. The wound placed on the palm of the hand can only be left like this at first, and now the cloth is wrapped in a cloth that will only cause severe pain.

After paying a terrible price, Cheese finally entered the sleeper's room, which was arranged in a way that matched the narrow door, and unlike most gray robes who were accustomed to placing books and notes and workbenches in their rooms, the sleeper's room was terrifyingly small. As the mage walked through the narrow porch, the room before him was filled with only a bed, next to which was a wooden bar hanging from the wall that served as a table, and an equally small door leading to the toilet and bathroom.

There was a sweet fragrance in the room, which made people drowsy, and the source of the fragrance was the copper incense burner on the wooden table. Cheese covers his mouth and nose with his sleeve, and he can't be sure if the scent is harmful to the human body. But the owner of the room must have thought it not, for he was lying peacefully on the little bed, dressed in a wide gray robe, and a handful of gray hair pouring out of his hood, reminiscent of the roots of an old tree. There was nothing to doubt about the sleeper, the emblem on his robe had proved his identity, it was an eye that was closed and had a pupil drawn on its eyelids, and this eye grew on the top of a tall tower.

At first, Cheese thought he was late, and the sleeper had died in his room. But just as he was about to examine the body, a slight snoring suggested that things were not what he had imagined. The sleeper, as the name suggests, is sleeping soundly. The mage blinked, and began to feel his left palm ache growing more and more painful, his worries and actions being mocked mercilessly by the snoring. Fortunately, the taunt did not last long, and even the sleeper would be awakened by the stranger who was already standing by the bed.

"Hmm—" A somewhat confused murmur came from the hood, and the human body on the bed began to squirm slightly. At this time, Cheese realized that the sleeper seemed to be a woman.

"You're late. Hatche... I thought you weren't going to come, so I lay down again, ha... The ointment is in the third jar from the left, you are in charge of repairing the door of my room later, and you want the spruce wood on Dragon's Back Mountain, you tell the people of the Frost Legion to cut it, and I will send someone to fetch it. The sleeper said as she rubbed her eyes, wondering if she had just pretended to be asleep.

Cheese tilted his head, turned around and picked up the ointment in the sleeper's mouth, which was full of pale green paste and gave off a fresh aroma of herbs, "It's just a little burn, and you won't need so many druid elixirs." ”

"Huh?" the sleeper said in a very nasal voice, and with a few strokes of her hands, she brushed the hair in front of her to reveal her pale red eyes, which, judging from the color of her hair, were undoubtedly suffering from albinism, "Strange, I see that your entire left hand should be half-cooked." Hatche... Forget it, you're late anyway, and it's not uncommon for dreams to go wrong. ”