Darkness swept in like a tide, and there was no light or warmth in the hall.

Aware of the situation in front of him, Thorne's expression did not fluctuate at all. He just closed his eyes gently and stood still, feeling the slightest air movement in the surrounding air.

At this moment, he could clearly feel that the darkness in the room that even "Dark Vision" couldn't penetrate was caused by some kind of spell.

But he didn't quite understand why the owner of the Tower of the Seven Sages did this.

"What do you mean, is this how you treat guests?"

After a moment of silence, seeing that nothing had happened, Thorne looked up, there was still deep darkness, his right hand unconsciously touched the position of the sword hilt, and the tone of his speech did not conceal his displeasure.

He didn't think the other party would do such a brainless thing to him.

Moreover, since he dared to enter this tower without fear, he was naturally 100% sure that he would leave calmly.

"I'm very sorry, there was a mistake in the spell, please wait a moment." In the silent darkness, a voice suddenly sounded.

Thorne could clearly feel a trace of nervousness and panic in the slightly old voice.

Obviously, this should be the darkness caused by a spell error, which made him wonder what spell the other party wanted to show him.

So no more words, standing in place and waiting quietly.

After a while, Thorne, who was still standing still, suddenly felt a light blue light flashing in the darkness.

Immediately after, a bright, almost invisible light emanated for an instant.

The sudden light made Thorne a little uncomfortable. He raised his vigilance and subconsciously reached out to cover his eyes.

After he got used to this bright environment, he slowly put down his left hand covering his eyes and looked at the surrounding situation with interest.

It was a bright sunny day, the warm air was filled with the fragrance of flowers, the sun shone into the bushes through the lush branches and leaves, the tall tree shadows sprinkled into the streams in the jungle, and the water surface was mottled with light and shadows.

The breeze is floating, the leaves in the forest are rustling, the sunlight turns into a light golden beam of light dancing between the branches and leaves, and the birds sing in the high place, the sound is cheerful and melodious, it is simply a pleasant natural scene.

Thorne walked down the gravel-paved path in the woods into the depths of the jungle. He crossed a single-plank bridge over a creek that was overgrown with moss and mushrooms, and came to a blossoming orchard.

Dark and pale blue delphiniums bloom here, with open and closed petals, attracting wild bees and butterflies, which begin to circle around the bushes.

Thorne went on deep into the knee-high flowers. He picked a blue-and-white delphinium flower, put it in front of his nose, and took a deep sniff.

A unique fragrance of delphinium came, which was even stronger than the ordinary delphinium he had planted in the tower.

It seems that the old wizard's magic skills of the illusion school are quite deep, Thorne threw the flowers away, thinking to himself.

As we all know, ordinary illusions are just visual illusions, while the environment in front of them even imitates the smells.

"Oh, come on, Lord Thorne." At this moment, the familiar voice sounded again, "I am in the house not far away, welcome to the 'Tower of the Seven Sages' as a guest."

Thorne heard the words and looked intently.

Wherever his eyes touched, he really found an upright log cabin sitting in the middle of the flowers.

He entered the orchard and walked through the woods.

The grass tip was still soaked with the overnight dew, which wet his trouser legs, and everything seemed to imply to him that this was a real environment, not created by illusion.

At this time, Thorne, who was walking, noticed that there was movement in the woods on the right, so he turned and looked over.

Looking around, he happened to see a naked blonde girl in sight.

The girl with a smile on her face was holding a basket full of red apples, walking barefoot in the bushes.

The warm sunlight shone on her flawless ketone body, as if coating her with a soft halo, giving her a different kind of allure, and he couldn't help but take a few more glances.

At this moment, Thorne noticed that the naked blond girl was walking towards him with light steps.

So he stopped and looked at it carefully with a look that seemed to appreciate a work of art.

Just as the blond girl was about to pass him by, he tried out of curiosity, stretched out his palm, stepped forward and lightly pinched her chest, rubbing it a few times skillfully.

However, to his surprise, the touch was not what he imagined, the palm passing through the naked body of the blond girl, but a real silk-like touch, cold and smooth as jade.

Suddenly being frivolous, the girl's face instantly flushed with embarrassment, just like the red apples in her basket.

She stopped, raised her eyelids, peeked at the ranger in front of her through her long eyelashes, and quickly lowered her head to her toes like a frightened deer, her whole body looked uneasy.

Thorne looked a little embarrassed, and immediately retracted the hand on his chest.

The blond girl noticed the palm disappearing, and she raised her head slightly, her sparkling eyes looking at Thorne, and with a series of silver bell-like giggles, the girl swayed and disappeared among the flowers.

"Isn't it illusion?" Staring at the disappearing figure, Thorne scratched his head, put his rubbed hand on the tip of his nose and sniffed, and whispered in a puzzled voice.

Since he possesses the professional characteristic of a kendo master, "Sensing Magic", it is naturally easy to determine that all the scenes in front of him are transformed by illusion.

However, that real touch is very realistic.

He thought that the blond girl who appeared just now was probably activated by the old wizard using some kind of activation spell to activate the elaborate rubber doll, which produced this effect.

Then he stopped thinking about it and continued to walk towards the wooden house.

"Finally here, you can speak freely here. Sit down, Lord Thorne."

As soon as Thorne pushed open the wooden door and entered the wooden house, he heard a familiar greeting.

He walked cautiously into the room, surveying his surroundings with interest.

This laboratory is not as small as it looks, on the contrary it is surprisingly large.

Still, that's not much, the most amazing thing is the books that take up a huge amount of space.

The heavy volume of books bent the partitions of the bookshelves by the wall, and filled the cupboards and boxes.

Thorne took a general look and found that most of the contents recorded in these books were related to the spells of the illusion school.

Of course, as a wizard, this is his laboratory and study, and naturally there are more common and scary decorations: a petrified lizard specimen, a dehydrated feathered snake hanging from the ceiling, a pair of dusty griffin skeleton.

There are also considerable rows of bottles and jars, mostly filled with colorful gem dust and all kinds of bizarre pigments and dyes.

As a wizard who is proficient in the school of illusion, most of their casting materials are mainly colorful gem dust and paint.

Just as evocative wizards like to carry some bat feces, brimstone, and charred wood in their pockets when they have nothing to do, so wizards of each school have their own most distinctive characteristics.

Of course, there are also a few small animals soaked in unknown transparent liquids: spiders, snakes, centipedes, toads, scorpions, and very few samples are mainly humanoid organs.

Thorne even found a glass device resembling a petri dish that contained a well-preserved baby, immersed in various unknown liquid medicines, with a straw connected to the outside in its mouth.

It can be seen from the slowly rising and falling abdomen that there are signs of life.

Based on the baby's general appearance, Thorne found that the other's race should be a dwarf.

Thinking that the casters of the dwarf race were natural illusionists, Thorne seemed to have guessed the purpose of nurturing dwarf babies.

As for whether it is an artificial dwarf under the spell experiment or something else, only the old wizard in front of him knows best.

This is the first time he has seen the laboratory of the original resident wizard, and it can satisfy his curiosity.

Thinking of the strange group of wizards he had seen at the Winter City Wizarding Gathering, he was suddenly relieved.

Then, Thorne looked at the old wizard Sandcott, who called himself the 'Head of the Seven Sages'.

The old wizard didn't dress up like the wizards in the wizard's assembly, but he looked quite normal.

The old wizard was tall and thin, a little hunchbacked, with extremely bushy brown eyebrows and a long hooked nose, and wore a black floor-length robe that was wide enough to tuck half of him in, and in his hands Holds a staff with colored crystals at the top.

Seeing this slightly old wizard's gloomy look, Thorne suddenly thought of a joke that players made to the original wizard.

Someone once said that the group of wizards in this world is also divided into three, six and nine.

Not to mention those rich, handsome and gifted wizards for the time being, the main focus is on a group of ordinary wizards at the bottom who have neither extraordinary talent nor resources and backgrounds.

When these wizards were young, they were like their real-world office workers.

In order to improve their strength, they study knowledge analysis spells during the day, and stay up late at night to work overtime to transcribe scrolls to earn living expenses and all knowledge related to spells.

Coupled with the long-term residence and no social life, they have turned into poor bald, bald, low-emotional, low-charismatic, poor girls who can't get a girl.

Even the long-term irregular work and rest causes their not very strong bodies to cause various diseases, so that when doing certain things, they become powerless, and they can only look at the high-level magic props like the blonde girl outside the door and sigh. , or to take a magic potion to temporarily strengthen a certain aspect of the ability.

Even if they managed to make it through, after making them become wizards whose strength reached the intermediate level or above, they were already getting old.

In the end, in order to survive, he had to face the fate of being transformed into a lich, and even the happiness of his lower body was gone. It can be said that this is the worst thing in life.

It can be seen from this that it is not unreasonable that wizards are the most eccentric of all professional groups.

It is no wonder that some people claim that 'all the wizards who manipulate arcane arts have different degrees of brain problems. ' There are even wizards with extreme personalities who discriminate against sorcerers and sorcerers, saying they are novices at arcane manipulation.

This actually refers to the largest number of civilian wizards in the wizard group.

Thinking of Thorne's subconscious glance at the old wizard in front of him, he couldn't help but chuckle.

"Lord Thorne, what are you laughing at?" The old wizard Sandcott sat down behind a long table full of colorful bottles.

"It's nothing, it's just that every time I see these things, I have a question." Thorne sat opposite, pointed to the spell casting materials on the table that resembled various paints, and joked with a smile:

"If people don't know you are a wizard, I think they must think you are a painter or a dyer."

"You can think it's a matter of my taste." The old wizard heard the ranger's ridicule, his wrinkled face did not waver, and he explained to him seriously:

"After all, I am a spellcaster who has studied the magic of the illusion school for many years. You would never imagine that these things you call paint or crystal powder can even create an unforgettable little world."

"Indeed, I have seen it magical. I have to say that magic is really a magical power. To be honest, sometimes I envy you spellcasters who can manipulate arcane arts at will." Thorne nodded slightly, a little yearning. road.

"This is nothing to envy." The old wizard waved his hand with a smile and sighed:

"Don't you think it's ironic that the wizards who own the entire wizarding tower of Lord Thorne serve you alone, but you come to envy an old man like me?"

"I made you laugh." Thorne said, looked at the old wizard, and suggested: "Why don't we go outside and talk, it always makes me feel creepy here. I hope you can understand."

After he finished speaking, he subconsciously glanced at the dwarf baby stored in the petri dish, just to see this terrifying baby turned over and splashed with water.

"Understandable." The old wizard gave a friendly smile, and then tapped the floor lightly with the staff in his hand.

A white mist filled the air, and the two of them appeared outside the cabin.

They were seated on log-colored chairs beside the pure black marble table. The blonde girl holding an empty basket just passed by. She smiled and nodded to the two of them, then turned around, her slender waist twisting towards Walk in the woods.

"Is this also an illusion?" Thorne asked curiously as he watched the naked blond girl leave.

He originally thought that this girl was like some kind of activated inflatable doll, but after careful observation, he found that the other party's behavior and expression were not like a rigid construct at all, but more like a living person.

"Yes, everything here is illusion, and this is my latest research result. The flowers here smell, the red apples are edible, the buzzing bees are also philosophers. As for her."

The old wizard pointed in the direction where the blonde girl left, and said with a smile: "She can also satisfy any of your requests for no reason, if you want to give it a try..."

"That's not necessary, let's talk about business first."

Thorne interrupted the old wizard's bad taste, and patted the dimension bag on his waist. Four sharp pure metal arrows appeared in his hands, reflecting a dazzling pale golden light in the bright sunlight.

Then, he put the arrows on the table and gently pushed them in front of the old wizard, explaining his purpose: "I need you to help me enchant these four arrows with the 'pull back' effect."