"You mean, that's it?" Pulling out a dozen thick and thin books from hundreds of shelves, Penny tapped the vial hanging from his waist as he flipped through a few pages, the words still as incomprehensible as ghostly except for a few magic words.

Due to his lack of connection with the spells of the Prophecy School, Penny did not know how to translate words with magic.

"Ah, by the way, these are the most precious materials in this, Mocha will not be mistaken, these are the most common books they turn when they have meetings to consult materials, don't you believe it, are they much older than other books?"

The voice of the leprechaun came from the bottle, and it held the inner wall of the bottle with both hands, staring at Penny's every move with some excitement.

Penny frowned for a while, and secretly scolded himself for being negligent, such a simple way to ask this elf to say it before he remembered it.

Compared to the other books on the shelves, the books that the elves checked out were indeed older, and several of them had unusually thick covers, and the words in them had long since broken away from the parchment pages, and only relied on the power of magic to levitate in the center of the empty pages, which was of course an extremely rare technology.

"So, they're the most important research here, can you tell me what they do?" asked Penny again, closing the book.

"Ah, you should get Mocha out first. The leprechaun's voice was a little urgent.

"At least you have to let me know what's going on here. Penny lifted the bottle with a frown, and met the little goblin's reddened eyes.

If it was an ordinary Picker, Penny wouldn't take it to heart and would release it casually.

These goblins don't have much scheming and don't take the initiative to violate others, and most of the time, they are harmless to people, at most they are just pranks.

However, Penny was a little unsure if it was harmless when it appeared in the ruins of the dead, especially since he smelled a dark smell from the bottle.

The spell that made this bottle definitely had some unknown ingredients.

This made him wary.

"What's going on here?" Pickle's eyes suddenly turned frightened when he heard Penny's inquiry, and he covered his eyes with a scream, as if he was extremely afraid.

"You're scared?" Penny frowned.

“...... A mage, an old man in a black robe. The fingers of its hands opened a slit, revealing a frightened and trembling look: "With a large number of monsters, kill all the people." ”

"An old mage in a black robe?"

"Yes, yes. Pickjing spoke, as if his fear had diminished slightly, and although his face was still pale, he was able to raise his head and nodded twice: "An old man in a black robe, with such a long beard. ”

It exaggerated the analogy.

The mage was a little incredulous: "This is the research institute of Resistant Color. ”

"One of the most secret institutes. Peake puffed out his chest, as if proud.

"Then there should be a lot of high-level spellcasters and guards here. Penny remembered the bones on the side of the road he had just walked, and roughly counted thousands of them.

All killed by a mage?

"Yes, a wizard, a long-bearded old man in a black robe!" Peak's teeth chattered again, as if he had fallen into that nightmare again in retrospect, and he screamed, loudly emphasizing the characteristics of this wizard: "My master was killed by him as soon as he raised his hand, and as soon as he raised his hand, oh my God, a high-level arcanist who can use the spells of the Eight Rings, with so many spell triggers and so many layers of spell protection, was actually killed by that old man as soon as he raised his hand. ”

Penny's heart twitched.

If Pikejing's words are true, then this black-robed and bearded old man who destroyed the entire research institute will definitely not be small.

As soon as he raised his hand, he killed a high-level mage of the Eight Rings who was protected by spells, and this kind of power was terrifying to think about.

"Ah, fortunately, Mocha is clever and seals himself in the magic seal bottle, otherwise he would have died, he would have died, ah, Mocha is really smart. The leprechaun seemed to be glad for the rest of his life, and was happy again.

"But Mocha can't get out. ”

It began to cry again.

A little nervous.

The mage glanced at Mocha more, no matter what thoughts the little goblin had, it was certain that something was not right. ,

But he still couldn't fully trust it: "Okay, Mocha, do you know the identity of that mage?"

"Identity?" The goblin tilted his head and thought seriously, "Ah, by the way, those monsters he brought with him are called Helast." ”

Hyraster Black Robe?

Thinking of the goblin's description just now, Penny instantly remembered the name.

There are only a few legendary spellcasters active in Faeron, and when several descriptions and names point to the same goal, they are not far from the only truth.

The mage was sure that if the goblin explained it exactly, it would be Hylast Black Robe who broke into this institute and killed them all.

This mad mage digging tunnels next to Waterdeep City has such strength that even the goddess electorate, represented by Kelburn's Black Staff, is unwilling to mess with this old guy whose origin has long been unverifiable, and sometimes even coaxes him.

But what did he come here for?

According to his name, it's not impossible, but he's too idle, and this place is not something that ordinary people can find.

Penny shook his head and asked, "By the way, this wizard...... Looks...... Crazy?"

He wasn't quite sure.

"Crazy? No, he doesn't look like a madman. ”

Picker's answer left Penny confused again, but the next one made him sure, "Mocha isn't sure if he's crazy, though......"

As soon as Penny asked, he regretted it, and it was obviously ridiculous to ask a leprechaun who was already a little crazy if another person was crazy.

After thinking about it, he didn't have anything to do with the black robe of Hylast, anyway, he was here to hunt for treasure and dig up the grave, not to mention that all of Feron knew that this old madman had been dead for several years, and even if the tragedy here was really his masterpiece, it was history.

Now what Penny has to do is dig up something from this history that is good for himself.

"Well, Mocha, you haven't answered my question yet, what the hell is going on here. That's what Penny wants to know the most.

"Research?" Mocha's eyes rolled, "My lord, when are you going to let me out......"

Penidore glanced at the leprechaun.

Probably due to overzeze, its flushed face had spread to its neck, but Penny suddenly felt something deeper wrong.

Because this red color actually spread to the little goblin's hand, and when it asked this sentence, its expression was impatient, and there was a faint hint of hideousness.

It was a little different from what he knew of as a leprechaun, and he raised his guard while hiding a wand under the sleeve of his right hand.

It was indeed a weak spirit, and his perception could clearly sense all the structures inside and outside the bottle, and he was able to confirm this.

However, Mocha's performance made him too uneasy.

It was unlikely that it would deceive itself about the history here, but Penny still didn't dare to release it hastily.

"Tell me what I want to know first. Penny spread his hands: "It doesn't take much time. ”

"Okay, okay. The goblin said breathlessly, perhaps because of impatience, and its tone was less polite: "You open the book, yes, it's the one, the second thickest, and turn to page 147......"

Penny followed the elf's guidance and turned the pages.

Pikel Mocha squinted at this stupid human with a pair of eyes, no, in fact, it is more appropriate to call it a demonized goblin, this magic seal bottle was originally used to seal the use of demons in the lower realm, which was left with the evil power from the nether, it crashed into it in a panic to avoid a catastrophe, but it did not expect that it would be constantly polluted by these remnants of evil in the next long time, and gradually made it vicious.

Most of the spirits who accompany wizards will have a higher intelligence than their kind - of course, this wisdom is not worth mentioning compared to humans, but it does exist anyway, and when this wisdom degenerates into treachery, then it will inevitably give rise to harmful thoughts.

However, compared to the usual demonized goblins, its mind is still pure in the end, and its first priority now is to convince the wizard to release himself and set him free. ,

As for the aftermath, of course, there is a way to kill this wizard.

Mocha knew what was hidden in the deepest part of the Institute, and the intelligence of the original owner had taught it that if it touched it, it would have immense power.

More than all of his kind, nay, even more than these wizards, he licked the corners of his mouth twice.

Once he has gained his powers, he is to return to his original homeland, the forest infested with spirits.

The goblins who had teased him were to die, and if they knelt down and begged for mercy, they might be able to die a little more happily, and all the female goblins would be caught here as slaves, and he, the great Mocha Lord, would be the sole master of this great castle!

He laughed hoarsely twice, then stopped alertly.

Mocha must gain the sorcerer's trust.

Although this wizard may seem cunning, he is no match for Mocha.

It thought with confidence.

As long as he wanted to go to the center of the institute, he would inevitably use its power - this idiot could not tolerate color writing or use translation magic, and the clever Mocha had already seen it.

Then whet his appetite with some sweetness, and then there is always a way to get him to open the bottle.

Afterwards...... Although this place has been destroyed, there are still many places left that can make this mage die a hundred times.

No hurry, Mocha and you take your time......

This time, it hid a smirk in the bottom of its heart.

"It's ......"

Flipping to the number of pages the goblin had spoken, a magically drawn pattern caught Penny's eye.

It is a floating fortress surrounded by countless hanging corridors, with a starry sky in the background, and under the magic carving, every detail of the fortress comes to life, countless dense hanging corridors are like a halo of light between the islands composed of large and small palaces, and in the center is a huge island, like a galaxy.

Through the loopholes in the walls of the library, the mage saw the bands of light in the distant void, and suddenly realized, "This is the architectural plan of this place. ”

Aren't the hanging corridors exactly the same as the ones he just walked through, and the islands in the middle of the hanging corridors are not like the library he is in?

"Yes, yes, this is the architectural plan of this place, you see, this is actually a half-plane in the gap between the astral planes, where my master and his colleagues built a research institute. Purpose, as for the purpose of the study. The little goblin said this, a little bit incompatible: "By the way, the master said that it was to find something in the astral plane, haha, by the way, they have been working on a device that can suck in what they are looking for from the astral plane." ”

"What's the Color-Resistant looking for?" Penny frowned.

"It's an ancient thing, by the way, the master said, it's from the ancient empire in the east, what is it called Yi and what Ka......"

Isil Aaron.

A name flashed through Penny's mind, and he knew what the research of these color-resistant people was.

This thing is very secretive in the mouths of tomb guards such as Dilpur, and it may be the highest research result of the Imasca Empire, and even has a great threat to the gods.

If the people of Resistant Colors learn about the existence of this thing through some means, then they will definitely have an inquiring about it.

These Xero Arcanists are as bold as the Imaska people to the east, and considering that their mad leaders even tried to create spells to usurp the divine power, you know that the top of the country is also a bunch of unreasonable arcane maniacs, perhaps even crazier than the Imaska.

In this way, it is only natural to build such a thing here to find it.

Penny doesn't wonder why the Nexus has inducted in this place now, and it's likely that the Chromants have found some shards of Isil Aaron.

Then there is no need to guess the intention of the assassin who was related to Imasca just now.

But why did the Black Robe of Hylaster come here and kill all the Arcanists?

Penny frowned.

From this point of view, Helast's work was not successful.

The Nexus still has a sense of induction, indicating that the pieces found by the Chromant were not taken by Hyraste, so what is he here for? Is it really boring to kill for fun?

There are too many doubts, maybe in the heart of here, there will be an answer.

Penny looked at the central fortress surrounded by the hanging gallery, nodded, and closed the book. ,

"Wait, let me out. Piccoin tapped hard against the wall of the bottle.

Penny looked back at the leprechaun, seemingly hesitant.

"Damn, why didn't you let me go?" said you!" Peake roared with a hideous face.

This strengthened Penny's belief that this little goblin must not be released.

Obviously, perhaps because of the long-term loneliness, or perhaps for other reasons, the spirit of this Pikejing has been distorted.

This is something that can be deduced, and naturally it is understandable.

"Calm down. Penny said, "You're in too much of a hurry, you need to calm down again." ”

He hung the bottle around his waist and decided to study the little guy slowly in the future.

"You damn human, let Mocha out, I'm going out!!" the leprechaun's dull, angry voice peeked out of the bottle, and the mage shrugged.

This little goblin knew that he had been here, and that he knew the secrets of this ruin, and he definitely couldn't let it go easily, at least not now.

As for killing, Penny is a bit difficult to do, so it's better to leave it for now, and then think about what to do with it.

"Woo woo, you despicable human, Mocha beg, let me out, I've been locked up for more than 1,200 years. Mocha's mournful plea came out of the bottle again: "This is a labyrinth, you will never find your way to the center, Mocha knows how to go, you let Mocha go, Mocha will take you there." ”

"Really?" it was a tempting enough offer, and the mage lifted the bottle again, raising an eyebrow at the goblin, whose face had turned blue again.

"Of course it's true. Mocha's eyes flashed with treachery: "I know the way. ”

It repeats itself.

As if persuaded by this suggestion, the mage nodded: "Okay, you show me the way, I'll get to the center, and then I'll consider letting you out." ”

"Okay, okay. Mocha's eyes lit up with hope again, and he began to show Penny the way.

This wizard is too cunning and cunning.

Mocha began to understand that he had not been able to fool the wizard.

He will not let himself out.

Then I have to find a way to kill him, even if I can't do without this bottle, I must not fall into the hands of this wizard!

It weighed the pros and cons, calculated the distance, and tried to lead Penny to a dead end.

It remembered that at the end of it was a golem guarding the reserve room, and as it coincidentally, it remembered the password......

After a few bends back and forth, Penny suddenly stopped at a crossing, lifted the bottle, and said nothing to the goblins in it.

"Left, continue to the left!" The goblin still pointed to the path to death, and suddenly his heart was empty, and he looked up at the mage: "Go on?"

"Are you sure this is the way to the center?" asked Penny.

"Of course. The little demon sank carefully, but still lied.

"But you've made a few circles around here...... It's the exact opposite of what I felt was going in the right direction. Penny smiled, "Should I understand that you are lying to me?" ”

"No, how could Mocha deceive!" the leprechaun argued strongly.

"The more serious problem is that I've just walked this road, and I know what's hidden in it. ”

This sentence made the goblin's face turn dead gray all of a sudden, and Penny shook his head secretly, in fact, he was telling a lie, except that he felt that the goblin's path was too far away from the right direction sensed by the hub, he didn't know where the goblin wanted to take him.

But the goblin's reaction to this temptation was undoubtedly a clear indication of its malice.

"I gave you a chance. Penny sighed and pulled out the magic bag.

He thought about what to do to this little goblin.

Maybe after you go back, you can prepare a brainwashing spell to turn this little guy into your loyal servant, and then there will be no hidden dangers.

"What are you going to do? No, don't do that, Mocha beg!"

The cry of a pig made the bottle vibrate like a convulsion in Penny's hand, and the voice was so mournful that it made people smell it, and the leprechauns were good at acting, and they were very charismatic creatures, and their cries were so infectious that they outperformed even the average bard.

However, Penny had already learned a technique called Hardheart, so he simply threw it into the magic bag.

So the world was purified.

Mages can continue to walk in the correct direction they perceive, while hiding their form more carefully.

Mocha's presence reminds him that it's not safe.

Or rather, it's inherently dangerous.

He walked for dozens of minutes, and the hanging corridor was so long that he began to sweat a little, and when he passed a junction, he suddenly stopped.

There was someone around the corner, a frail and dying man, and the smell was familiar.

He frowned.