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It was a small, circular study room, and looking around, black bookshelves were tightly enclosed, filled with old books. And he was enclosed in a small space of more than ten square meters, looking at the dense books around him, such a strange spatial distribution made people feel a little suffocated.

In front of him there was only a pair of tables and chairs, on which a piece of silk was covered. Probably an illusion, this wooden table looks familiar.

However, the wooden table in the cave was old and cracked and covered with dust, and the one in front of him, although old, seemed to have been carefully cared for.

Morey rubbed his hand lightly against the tabletop and found it smooth, as if it had only recently been covered with a layer of black paint.

The difference was that there was no shadow of the black stone on it.

"How did I get here?" Morey looked up, he had never seen a bookshelf so high, and the highest point could barely be seen by the human eye, except for the moonlight cast overhead.

The moonlight was cold, but it was so bright that it illuminated everything in the study so clearly that even though there was not even a magic lamp, it was still possible to see everything inside.

"Strange, is it night?" Morey sat down in his chair in surprise, but only heard a squeak, as if it was about to fall apart, and Morey was so frightened that he didn't dare to sit down.

However, standing in this position, Morey was surprised to find that the position he was facing was somewhat special.

The bookshelves there seem to have a different look.

If you look closely, it looks like a small door. Morey walked over and pushed it slightly, and found that the door was not locked, so he thought about it for a moment and walked in anyway.

The inside is closed on all sides, a bit like a basement, but it's not quite the same.

Although there was no moon, fortunately a few torches were planted by the wall, and the dim firelight illuminated the sides of the wall, and there were reliefs carved on it.

Morey frowned, gently stroking the pattern on the relief, revealing a strange look.

They are just ordinary rocks, but strangely there is no trace of a knife on the carving, such a knife has never been seen.

If it weren't for the certainty that it was really a relief, it would even make people think that something had been turned into stone and blended into the wall.

There are a total of seven reliefs of people on the walls on both sides, all draped in full-body buckets. If this is really carved, then that craftsman must be a peerless master.

Although the carved people are dressed the same, at a glance, they each give people a completely different temperament. Just from the small details of height, body shape, and beard, the characteristics of these seven people are vividly depicted.

As a magic carver, Morey naturally has enough confidence in his carving skills, but he also thinks that he does not have such a supernatural level.

It's almost hard to believe that this is carved by man.

But the relief did not attract Morey for long, and his eyes were cast to the end of the basement, where there was a rusty iron door, the iron bolt on which had long since been rusted into pieces, and the reddish-brown rust completely destroyed the crack in the door.

Curious, Morey stepped forward and pushed hard, only to find that he couldn't push at all.

It turned out to be completely rusted to death.

Touching his chin, Morey was about to consider using a pseudo-magic pattern, but at this moment, his face changed slightly.

Pseudo-Demonic Pattern.. Can't even feel it?

Looking down, Morey was shocked to find that his hands were smooth, and a magic mark on his finger was gone.

Not to mention the pseudo-magic pattern, even the magic pocket in the palm of the hand is gone.

"Huh?" Morey hurriedly touched his body, and found that most of the things he was carrying with him were missing.

There were only a few magic crystal beads, and some magic carving tools, but there was nothing else. Morey's eyes flashed, but he quickly calmed down and narrowed his eyes slightly.

"I see.."

If I'm not mistaken, I'm afraid this is not the real world, but the spirit body has entered somewhere.

Probably inside that black stone.

The old nobleman had told himself that there was only one way to take the stone.

Morey frowned, he didn't understand it before, but now he vaguely understood. Wendick was probably referring to coming out of this place by himself.

"Why don't you go into details, how do you get out?" Morey looked around, hoping to find another way out.

Without the pseudo-magic pattern and fire bomb technique, he is just an ordinary person after all, and it is impossible to break open a sealed iron door.

Fortunately, the magic missile can still be used, and with the power of the magic missile, it should still be enough to break through this iron door.

But subconsciously looking for it, Morey made an unexpected discovery.

There are a circle of stone windows scattered around the iron gate, but they are the same color as the walls, and they are very hidden, and it is not easy to notice unless you look closely.

The strange thing is that the stone windows are no more, no less, and there are also seven.

The windows were all closed at this point, and in the center was a hexagonal stone slab with a handle on it that seemed to be able to be twisted.

The stone slab is carved with a pattern, from left to right, of a sword, a medicine bottle, a staff, a leaf, a hammer, a paw print, and a bone.

Tentatively opened the window marked with the 'long sword' pattern, and found that it could be wrenched, but Morey did not take the liberty of pulling it down, but thought about it for a moment.

Let's try the magic missile first.

Raising his hand, magic runes were drawn in the air, and Morey's fingertips glowed with magic, leaving a trail of silver in the air.

With each character, the rune floated to Morey's right hand and spun slowly. It's not a quick way to draw one by one, but after a few minutes, it's still connected into a whole.

Under Morey's careful control, the runes quickly wound around each other, eventually forming the shape of a slender missile, which pierced into the index finger of his right hand and turned into a silver pattern imprinted there.

With a flick of Morey's hand, a silver magic missile suddenly flew out and went straight to the iron gate!

But the result left Morey dumbfounded!

The silver light on the door flashed, only a slight 'hiss' sound was heard, and the magic missile flashed with silver light, and it disappeared like this!

.. It's like seeing a snowball thrown into a campfire!

The door looked like an old, rusty iron door, but before the magic missile could touch it, it seemed to hit something out of thin air when it was still half a meter away, and it disappeared.

The most important thing is that the way it defuses the impact is so simple that there is not the slightest hint that the magic missile has caused it to shake it in the slightest.

Morey couldn't help but shake his head, one thing was certain, with the power of the magic missile, it would never be possible to break it in a short time.

Even if you can break it, you don't know how many missiles you have to make!

This magic takes too much time, and I just don't have that much time to delay. Morey doesn't forget that the outer defensive enchantment can fail at any moment, and he never has much time left for himself.

If Pluto rushes in and finds himself stupid here, I'm afraid he won't mind taking the axe in his hands.

However, this temptation was not without results, although he failed to break the iron door, but Morey keenly noticed that when he used the magic missile, the stone window with the 'staff' pattern glowed slightly.

It's just that the light is so faint that it's almost impossible to notice even in such a dim place.

Morey stared at the 'staff' stone window, his eyes shining thoughtfully. However, he did not rush to open it, but first reached out and wrenched the handle of the 'long sword'.

Either way, let's figure out what these windows mean.

As he moved his hand down, Morey only felt a flower in front of him, and was stunned to find that he had appeared in a courtyard at dusk!

Stone locks all around, swords littered on the ground - this seemed to be a swordsman's training place. Morey was surprised to find that he was holding a short sword in his hand, and in front of him was a stone as tall as a man.

Morey couldn't help but feel a little strange, and the hand holding the dagger clenched it hard.

All right.. Then chop and see?

Thinking of this, he no longer hesitated, Morey shook his head, suddenly rushed over with a kick, raised his short sword and slashed at the stone!

I saw a splash of sparks! The short sword was directly bounced up by the hard stone! Morey's hand hurt, and the short sword suddenly flew out of his hand, leaving only a very shallow mark on the stone.

"Huh?" Morey gasped and rubbed his still aching right hand. But in the next moment, there was a flower in front of him again, and in the blink of an eye, he was back in that dim underground space.

The window with the 'long sword' pattern has the handle twisted to the bottom, and it has not returned to its original shape.

Obviously can't try again.

"No! These should be a few tests, and if they work, they might open the corresponding window, but..."

Morey's brow furrowed and he muttered.

"What does it take to be successful?"

Luckily, I didn't try the Staff first, and that should be my most promising test. However, the 'longsword' test was too strange, because I didn't know what it meant.

In other words, what does it take to be successful, is it to be cut deep enough, or is it to cut the stone completely?

Or maybe it wasn't about cutting the stone at all, but something else?

Morey didn't know what to think, and suddenly turned back.

By the way, there are a lot of books out there.

No one would believe that the vast number of books had nothing to do with this place, and perhaps a way to open these windows could be found from that study?

What is the point of the existence of such a large number of books and that set of tables and chairs, is it just to put them in place to look good?

No way!

Thinking of this, Morey strode back.

Pushing open the small door, the cold moonlight fell on him again, Morey looked at the dense books around him, and couldn't help but feel a little dizzy, so he had to grab one casually.

But this one, Morey couldn't help but be stunned. Can't take it?

It's just a few old books, but it seems to be connected to the bookshelf, and I can't move at all. If he hadn't been sure that these were real books, Morey would have even thought they were conjoined with the shelves!

"How could this be!" Morey was surprised to touch one by one, only to find that none of them could be picked up.

These books are very regular, although the font of the text is a bit ancient, but fortunately, they are all lingua franca, and you can naturally see what direction it is.

The books in the entire study are divided into seven parts, which are Douqi, Magic, Alchemy, Archery, Forging, and two parts of the language are very special, and I can't understand them.

I correspond to those seven patterns.

But in this way, Morey can finally determine that these seven patterns correspond to certain seven classes!

Looking around at these undesirable books, Morey inevitably had a strange feeling in his heart.

It was a feeling of being out of place in this place.

After all, he is a magic carver, not any of the seven!