"Alright, it's finally here. The young man and the old man put Ivan on the bed with relief.

"Jesse, thank you so much for today. The old man rubbed his hands together and thanked him.

"Thank you, I didn't do it in vain, all the magic stones you dug up belong to me. The young man said as if he didn't care.

"No problem, no problem. The old man replied repeatedly.

Then Ivan, who was pretending to be asleep, heard the sound of young men and old people walking out, and the young people complained about something as they walked.

It wasn't until the voices of the two men died down completely that Ivan slowly opened his eyes and surveyed his surroundings.

This is a small cave, with a black and yellow mud cave wall, and there are load-bearing logs supporting the cave to prevent the cave from collapsing.

The top of the cave is inlaid with seven or eight incandescent stones that emit a glowing white light, and it is only by the white light of the incandescent stones that Ivan can see the layout of this cave, although this cave is very simple, but the things in the room are neatly arranged by the owner, making people feel a little comfortable visually.

The bed on which I sat was made up of a few wooden planks on a few benches, and then covered with a soft blanket, and the slightest movement made a strange creaking sound. Directly in front of the wooden bed was a stove made of yellow clay, on which was placed a rust-colored iron pot that had been completely charred, and at this time there was a coal fire burning under the stove, and something seemed to be boiling in the iron pot, and a pungent and strange smell of medicine filled the room.

And not far from the stove, there is a small table with several bowls, plates and forks and knives on it, which should be a place to eat. And the most eye-catching thing in the entire cave roof should be the oil painting glued to the cave wall, which depicts a white and beautiful ********.

Originally, the aesthetics of nudity were nothing, the art of pursuing lines and proportions, but what made Ivan feel that the black line should be on the clean oil painting, the puddles of suspicious stains, and then thinking about what the young man said just now, Ivan still didn't understand what it was.

The old man was very energetic, and Ivan turned his head helplessly, trying to ignore the oil painting, not to let the oil painting stimulate his already overwhelmed little heart again.

I just don't know what the situation is outside, just when Ivan wanted to go to the ground, Ivan's face suddenly changed in his heart. He hurriedly looked at his hands, this was a very worn-out gray cloth that had been worn by many people and had a strong sour smell, instead of the gray mage apprentice's student robe.

What made Ivan even more panicked was that not only the gray student robe on his body, but also the steel cross sword pinned to his waist and the turquoise staff that Teacher Kanongamen gave him, and even the potions in the cloth bag and the most important bone-white mask on Ivan's body, the Book of All-Knowing, were gone.

Ivan suddenly felt a headache, since he was teleported to this underground world by Da Odin, he has been in trouble, not only his sense of touch has mysteriously disappeared, but now even the clothes and important things on his body have disappeared, and he is really destitute now.

"Master, rest assured, the Book of All-Knowing is still there. Just when Ivan was complaining about the heavens and Jews, a voice like a savior appeared in Ivan's mind.

"Old ghost, where are you? What the hell is going on?" Ivan's eyes lit up, and he quickly asked the old ghost who didn't know where he was.

"Master, I'm in your mind space, you try to observe the magic seed in your mind space, and you can see it yourself. The old ghost's voice continued to reach Ivan's head.

Hearing this, Ivan immediately tried it, and sure enough, as the old ghost said, in his mind space, in addition to the eight magic runes of the aborigines, there were now two outsiders.

I saw that in the space of my mind, a silver-white ancient book was suspended on my colorless spiritual power, and it did not reject my spiritual power, and it looked like two good neighbors who lived in harmony. On the other side, a bone-white mask dominated one side, and his spiritual power did not dare to approach at all, and all of them were shrunk in the corner and trembled, afraid of the bone-white mask.

"It's good to be there. Ivan breathed a sigh of relief, even if he was not convinced, he had to bear that he was really reluctant to let them go, on the one hand, although they rarely showed up, but every time they were in a critical moment, they would always give themselves a lot of help.

On the other hand, after a long time, even a pig has gotten along with each other, even if it is the perverted old man Vioch whom he hates the most.

"Old ghost, do you know why my sense of touch suddenly disappears?" While the old ghost was still there, Ivan's heart was a little calmer, and then he thought of the mysterious disappearance of the touch on his body, and he was likely to know everything and ask no answers, and the mysterious old ghost would know what the reason was. ”

"Master, I do know the reason for the sense of touch, but it is very troublesome to explain it this way, and I will tell you more about it when you enter the space of the Book of All-Knowing. The old ghost was silent for a moment, and then spoke slowly, but for some reason, Ivan felt that there seemed to be a smile similar to schadenfreude in the old ghost's tone.

It must have been an illusion, Ivan thought, but he thought more and more that he would soon know a very tragic truth.

"Hey, you're finally awake. Suddenly, a slightly old voice came from the empty cavern, and Ivan had not yet turned around, but just listening to the familiar voice, he knew that the person who spoke should be the old man named Musian, that is, the owner of this cave.

Ivan turned slowly, and saw a hunched, thin old man standing not far in front of him, his long hands and his hunched back so that his hands could easily touch his knees.

A gray cloth suit very similar to himself, with a lot of black ash and other unknown stains on it, I don't know how many years I haven't washed it. The old man's extremely thin cheeks were also covered with black ash and wrinkles, and his temples were pale and his chest-length goatee, and as the young man named Jesse had said, this man was really old.

Even for a formal mage, seventy or eighty years old can only be regarded as middle-aged, but ordinary people are different, and it is already a high life to live to be seventy or eighty years old, Ivan can sense that this old man Mucien does not have any fighting spirit or spiritual power fluctuations on his body, he is a very ordinary ordinary person. (To be continued.) )