Spells in development will always have some inexplicable problems, and these problems will naturally get people involved in experiments into trouble, such as the current one. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The once sunny scene suddenly darkened, and the dense and vibrant jungle shivered in the cold wind. If this were a horror novel, the atmosphere would probably be enough - and then just show some eerie places in front of the reader to get to the point.

However, "Mountaineering Notes" is not about the protagonist being shipwrecked in the mountains and then encountering some cannibalistic barbarians or forgotten evil gods, after all, the author only records the local customs. In a purely travelotypical story, there should be no such thing as something that has not been described, otherwise it is either the magic that constructs the dream that is not a problem, or what should have appeared in the dream is confused with the content of the book.

"Tsk, is this really the case...... If I had known that this might be the case, that strange old man should have told me how to get out of here. ”

Frick gritted his teeth uncomfortably, it was not surprising that such a sudden change of scene appeared in front of him. After all, everything he saw now was just a dream scene, they were too ethereal, even if they changed in the next second of looking away.

Frick looked coldly at the abrupt change in the scene, and the insignificant admiration for William Kurt in his heart suddenly dissipated. If he could, he would have to take back what he had praised him, because the sorcerer had messed things up in the end.

He continued along the path, and after he had crossed another corner as described in the book, the secret valley where the ruins of the temple supposed to exist appeared in front of him. The safflower sword grass on both sides of the path bent down in the raging wind, as if they were leaning over to greet those who entered.

In addition to some of the most common rocks, the valley contains unexcavated kyanite ore bodies that are embedded in the rock walls and emit a faint glow in the darkness. Among the many open-pit ores, there are two particularly tall crystals, one on the left and one on the right, sitting in the sword grass, exuding a compelling sense of oppression.

He looked up at the sky, and the murky night was like someone had smeared unmixed black paint on the canvas, and the starry sky was lifeless in the sky. Without the night sky illuminated by the city lights, the pale and soft glow of the white moon seemed so bright.

But only these things could give him some peace of mind, as they reminded Frick that they were just as illusory as the unsettling surroundings around them. There is no need to be afraid of one's own fantasies, because these things are only fragile illusions.

The huge black mountains, the jungles shivering in the cold wind, and the ancient temples made of pitch-black rocks and crystals were only elaborate models built by one's own mind under the guidance of incense, and there was not the slightest element to fear.

The scene of the "secret valley" that unfolded before his eyes may have been born out of Charles Loveheim's "Mountaineering Notes", but some things are decisively different.

For example, the temple, which had already collapsed in the book, was still intact, surrounded by a ring of buildings that looked like walls. A large metal gate was erected at the end of the path, and it was probably the only way to enter the temple through the walls

In addition, there were so many things that were different from the "Mountaineering Notes" in his memory that Frick couldn't help but stop and turn his head to look in the direction he had come. However, the place has been completely engulfed in darkness, and even the slight outline of the mountain road can no longer be seen, and I am afraid that the road will not exist.

There is no doubt that he can't turn back, and although this is a fictional dream based on the contents of the book, nothing good may happen to him if he acts casually. And those places that have not been recorded by the book Chinese characters are probably non-existent in the definite sense, and they cannot even step on half a step.

Frick had no choice but to continue walking ahead, after all, the obviously unusual door ahead was a more obvious indication than walking into the more ambiguous darkness behind him. If it doesn't exist in "Mountaineering Notes", then maybe it has something to do with what I should have dreamed about.

And the closer he got to the closed metal gate, the more he felt that something indescribable lurked behind it. And as he approached the door, he could hear something whispering in his ear, but he couldn't make out what they were saying.

Contrary to the last time he dreamed of the minstrel in Lemongrass, the strange man on crutches didn't care about Frick's presence, and repeated the strange ballad over and over again. However, these voices, though constantly wrapping around Flick's ears, did not seem to intend for him to hear what he was saying - if I were to sum them up, they were a mere cacophony.

If the meaningless noise of the distance and the near lingers in the ears, it has no meaning other than to make the person in the vortex of sound irritated by it. Even if there is no one around, it is like walking in the retrospective crowd, surrounded by a strange sense of restlessness.

The voices seemed to be in a language Frick had never heard before, and they spoke at a surprisingly fast rate. In fact, he wasn't even sure if they were the words that any intelligent creature in the world had ever used to communicate, or what it was that made the sound.

Frick slowly walked to the door under the high wall with an unsettling restlessness in his heart, and tentatively reached out to touch the blue-gray door. The gate is clearly made of metal, and the smooth material gives it a cool touch, but it is impossible to tell what kind of metal it is just by looking at the surface.

Flick only thought the gate was about five or six meters tall when he looked at it from a distance, and it wasn't until he got to the front that he realized that it was taller and bigger than he thought. The towering walls were much taller than any wall in the Empire, and the closed metal gates were the size of the walls.

The tall gate may not come as a surprise, but it is strange that there is a huge knocker in the middle of the gate, which is about ten meters above the ground. According to normal proportions, the "person" who can knock on the door with the knocker is at least ten times taller than Frick - the most intuitive comparison, the metal rivets that go forward to the door are far larger than Frick's entire person.

He tried to push open the door in front of him, but the two heavy pieces of metal were clearly not capable of being pushed open with his strength, and no matter how hard he tried, the door would not move. Maybe someone could really push the gate with their own power, but it was at least a giant creature more than ten meters tall.

It's crazy...... Isn't it because his body has become smaller?Flick couldn't help but look behind him, hoping to use those things as a reference. However, he reluctantly found that his height had obviously not changed, at least the sword grass and crystals behind him did not seem to have changed at all, the sword grass lying on the ground and the crystal pillars standing in pairs, they had been the same size since Flick saw them.

It's in a dream, so it's only natural that something strange will come up - Frick is trying to convince himself of that. However, even if this thought kept him from wondering what kind of creature the door was designed for, there was no way for him to enter it.

The blackness that had remained on the mountain path had spread along the trail into the secret valley, and the sword grass near the entrance had been obscured. In the boundless darkness, the few remaining kyanite mines still glowed faintly, but it was impossible to deny the reality that they were about to disappear.

But Frick didn't see the approaching black ...... Or rather, the black inlays were so slow that he didn't succeed in spotting them. So as he focused his mind on observing the gate, darkness was approaching behind him.

Therefore, he naturally did not see that the sword grass and crystals covered in black were all shattered, turning into shining fragments and melting into darkness. As the blacks got closer, the murmurs that haunted Frick grew louder, but he still couldn't hear what they were saying.

So just as he suppressed the noise echoing in his head and thought about how to enter the door, he didn't notice that the darkness that was slowly pouring in from behind him had spread to his feet. It didn't take long for him and the door in front of him to be completely covered in darkness, and his consciousness faded in the darkness.

"Oh, good, good, looks like you're back. ”

Some shrill voice pierced his eardrums: "I really didn't choose the wrong assistant, you fit this spell better than I originally calculated! So what, did you have a good dream—Charles Loveheim's charming mountains and landscapes!"

When he regained consciousness, he found himself sitting on a couch, the effect of the incense seemed to be over, and his consciousness returned to the laboratory in the Magic Research Building. Standing in front of him, William Coulter looked at him excitedly as he delivered him a steaming glass of liquid, waiting for the young scribe to comment on the new way of "reading" he had developed.

He obviously didn't know that something was wrong with his spell, and while the first half of the dream was normal, the second half was completely unclear. And Flick, who was gulping tea down his throat, was also thinking about how he could express his opinion to him kindly.

If tolerating his out-of-the-box behavior is also common sense that works in this library, then it may be necessary for Frick to re-grasp the concept of the North.