With the ability of Patyak's Pivot, plus some camouflage, it's not hard to get through the eyes and ears of the patrolmen.

Scavenging his way through the weeds around the platform to get past the patrollers, Penny carefully made his way through the fog, and to his surprise, there was no guard inside such an important ruin.

Perhaps this place did not allow the presence of guards in the first place.

Thinking of this, Penny's heart became even more vigilant.

The moment he passed through the thick fog, he suddenly felt the small black lump in his arms begin to heat up, gradually becoming hot, he took it out, and was surprised to see that in the continuous smoke, the center of the small black lump gradually showed a faint green light.

At the same time, a strange energy entered his right arm through the black block, and he suddenly felt a pulling force, as if a force was constantly calling him, and his heart was also clearly aware of the source of this appeal.

Behind the fog was a huge cavern, the door as brilliant as an ancient palace, and the dark gray stone was treated with a faint silvery-white glow.

Penny walked softly into the tomb and saw the dug up walls as well, but what caught his attention more than these was the stone pillar with a small hole.

Because the power that inspired him came from this little hole.

He frowned and stared at the small hole, and his deep thought gradually became hypnotic, and a finger followed the force, gradually probing into the small hole, but when he touched the cold stone pillar, his eyes suddenly became awake, and he withdrew his hand like lightning.

He looked at his right hand, which had been transformed by antique and revealed a metallic color throughout, and it also emitted a light of the same color as the stone pillar.

This caused Penny to have a lot of suspicions, but after a moment's hesitation, he rejected the somewhat dangerous attempt.

His copycat version of the Miracle Mechanic Mark didn't dare to try this kind of procedure lightly.

Anyway, there is a path opened up by the red-robed mages next to it, and you can also enter the depths of the ruins.

Penny thought so, and froze his feet around a wall, his brow furrowed when he noticed the signs of several traps on the ground.

The runes on the ground illustrate the essence of these traps, and the intruders who indiscriminately break into them will surely be teleported to some place and imprisoned, becoming the martyrs of the ruins, and the rune traces tell him that these spells from the ancient empire are unpredictable, and before the trap is launched, with his level, there is no sign at all.

Even a ** division-level character, in the case of limited spell casting ability, can only be hit.

The traces on the ground speak for themselves.

Penny looked left and right around the ruins, and the countless scattered bones told him how much the diggers had paid to enter this place, and there were a few red robes sandwiched between them, which made him feel even more chilled.

If you take half a wrong step in this place, the consequences will probably not be too good.

It should be said that it will be bad.

The strange stone pillars behind him constantly interfered with his perception, and gradually made him unable to see that the path was feasible, he hesitated for a while, and suddenly heard a pricking sound behind him, and a few hairs on the back of his neck suddenly stood up.

When Penny turned around, he saw that the stone pillar had turned one hundred and eighty degrees at some point, and the small dark hole was facing his vision.

His heart skipped a beat.

A dazzling glow emanated from the hole, flooding Penny's vision like the sun, and the next moment his mind went completely blank, his consciousness seemed to turn into a mess in an instant, and his body moved rapidly in this confusion, occasionally lucid to let him know that his body was flying through space.

He held his breath.

Whatever is going to appear, he can't avoid it.

Then take some courage.

...... Saban Harbor.

Lannielou Ferrandlin walked slowly down the street, her usual black cloak covering her face, a dress she had grown accustomed to over time.

She didn't seem accustomed to being exposed to the light of day, and she didn't want to stink quietly in the corners, so walking down the street under a cloak was a good leisure activity for her.

The occasional annoyance of the outfit that made her laugh — sneaky people often talked to her in secret — gradually made her realize that she was being taken for a liaison with some group of thieves.

But after a long time, she felt that she might be more suitable to be a thief.

Especially after losing Bane's favor, she didn't even bother to carry her beloved Purgatory Greatsword.

I don't know when the Lord of the Tyrant stopped answering her prayers, but she didn't feel hesitant or confused in her heart—it seemed that the original faith was not so strong in the first place, and the beliefs of the people of Pheran were closely related to their outlook on life, and perhaps they had gradually lost their enthusiasm for power and changed to a yearning for freedom.

To her, the Bane Church, like her family, was a place of bondage, but she also knew that she did not have the strength to break away from them, so every time she saw a sailing ship on the shore of Saban Harbor, she felt the urge to sail away.

However, every time she made a decision about to carry it out, she began to hesitate, it was an adventure to do such a thing with her own power, there was too much at sea to swallow her, a former paladin who had lost the favor of the gods.

Well, that's really just one aspect of it, and a battle-hardened warrior wouldn't be so timid.

The important thing is that she has a glimmer of hope before every decision, and maybe staying in Serre is a better option.

Maybe someone will be able to help her get what she wants, and every time this happens, a face will pop up in her mind.

This baffled her, for the face often appeared in her thoughts and gradually made her emotionally tense and sensitive, and under the distress of this mood, she gradually became restless and restless, and her mind was filled with all kinds of strange thoughts, which were usually fragments, usually just fleeting.

"I shouldn't have any illusions about him. She often convinced herself like this: "He's a red-robed mage, and the important thing is that his status is still very low, and he can't give me what I want." ”

Besides, why would he help me? Men are an unreliable, untrustworthy species.

His mother's experience reminded him of this.

She raised her head, frowned, and remembered the way the red-robed mage was thinking to the sky at midnight, and the debate with some inspiration, and finally shook her head: "At most, people can only take care of themselves, not to mention that most people can't do it." ”

Thinking like this, her brow furrowed more and more: "Why do I always count on other people's help?"

"Why do I always think of this guy?" her thoughts grew confused, and she walked to a shadow and sat down, beginning to agonize.

Whenever she decided to travel far away, she was always confused by this emotional distress, and hesitated day by day.

"What am I longing for, and what is it that bothering me?" she lifted her white neck and sighed to the sky.

"Miss Ferrandlin. A Searle knight in red lacquer armor approached, and his call brought Lannie Lou back to her senses.

Lannilou glanced at the man, she knew his name, this Ser knight's name was Ansel, and he was the man's squire.

"Have you ever met Sean-sama?"

The Searle asked with a puzzled expression.

Lanew shook her head, surprised by the knight's inquiry, "He's not in the office?"

Ansel shook his head: "The morning is still there. ”

"Then I don't know. Lannie Lou spread her hands, "Maybe you should ask someone else." ”

"Okay. ”

Ansel's expression was also a little helpless, he agreed, sighed again, and turned to leave.

Absence?

Lanni raised her eyebrows, and although the whereabouts of the red-robed mage had nothing to do with her, it still made her a little curious.

She had already noticed that there was still a bit of mystery in this person, as if there was still a bit of mystery in this person, as well as the deceitful poison shared by the red-robed mages, as well as the hypocrisy peculiar to Penny Thean.

"What did he do?"

She thought deeply in her eyebrows.

An inexplicable restlessness made her a little uneasy.

...... Only those who are very mentally resilient can remain sane in dimensional teleportation.

This intermittent and drowsy space trip tells Penny that his spirit is still a long way from being resilient.

When he was grounded again, he needed to shake his head before he could barely drive this chaos out of his brain.

Then he knew he was safe.

Because if the power that teleported him over was malicious, he would be a dead man when he shook his head.

The dizziness after the spatial jump is no joke, so it's not a good idea to apply the 'Arbitrary Gate' spell to actual combat - mages who meet the condition of 'very tenacious' can use it, but the average caster can probably only use this type of spell to escape.

If he didn't receive a fatal attack at the moment when the teleportation was completed, it can be roughly assumed that the power that teleported him over did not have the intention of killing people immediately.

Despite this, though, Penny arranged some spells on the surface of his body.

Although these spells were as fragile as pieces of paper in the face of great power, how did he know which spell would save his life?

Luck is the most elusive factor in the multiverse.

Then he had the heart to observe the scenery around him.

The moment he opened his eyes, he was shocked by a spectacular breath in his heart.

The starry sky around him was as vast as a starry sky, except for the ground that seemed to be paved with black crystals under his feet, he couldn't detect the traces of the walls, the twinkling stars and the magnificent sky let him know that this was a different space, and in the middle of the space was a tall tower.

The tower was thick and thin from the bottom up, with no doors, and it seemed that no creatures were allowed to enter or leave, and what caught Penny's attention was the pitch black at the top of the tower.

He could barely make out it was a sphere, swallowing up the surrounding light as if it were devouring, and for a moment it reminded Penny of a celestial object called a black hole.

He took a few steps closer and saw the shimmering inscription engraved on the tower...... "Pa...... Pande...... Pendram?" Penny pronounced the tone of the inscription in Ancient Imaska.

His eyebrows furrowed slightly, feeling as if the name had been read in some mythical tome, and he thought for a moment to no avail of the knowledge of the history of Imasca, and cast his gaze on the pitch black at the spire, sensing the tentacles in the depths, trying to see what it was.

It was certainly not a black hole, and if it was, at such a close distance, he had already been torn into pieces and sucked in.

However, when the perception approached, he suddenly shuddered, as if great danger was in the center of the black hole, and his whole body seemed to be paralyzed in an instant.

"If I were you, I wouldn't do it. ”

A sigh came from behind him, and with the language of the ancient empire, it seemed to be a little dry.

As if his soul had been recalled, Penny's heart skipped a beat, and he turned his head to see a skeleton in tattered robes.

There were black holes in those eye sockets, and there was no trace of power on the skeleton's body, not like a lich, but like a real corpse.

(To be continued)