It All Starts with the Wizard

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The side effects caused by the forced pulling of the magic array by the superstar distance were far more serious than Roman expected. His groggy state lasted for three days before he got a little better.

During this period, although Roman could barely think, his thinking was extremely slow, and it was difficult to respond effectively to any changes in the outside world. The whole person was like a hazy veil behind everything around him. It's all an illusion.

However, after his brain was finally fully awake, the previous vague memory clearly told him that everything was not an illusion, and he was really in jail now.

After recovering, Roman wanted to try to mobilize the magic power in the body for the first time, but found that whether it was mental power or magic power, it was like a pool of stagnant water, and there was no response.

Moreover, even the Apocalypse in the Sea of ​​Knowledge didn't respond to Roman's call at all, I didn't know if it was pretending to be dead or really not hearing it.

After trying it for a while, Roman looked a little ugly and gave up the plan to continue to mobilize the magic power, but instead looked at the surrounding environment.

When his brain was dizzy before, although Roman was unconscious, he still had some impressions about the words of the weird palm, and he was not ignorant of his current situation.

However, the cell he was currently in was still a bit beyond Roman's expectation. The area of ​​the room was not as small and dirty as Roman expected. Apart from some damp moisture, it was rather spacious, more like a study room.

However, it is very different from an ordinary study. First of all, the surrounding walls are not metal or masonry. They look like dark black bark. Roman touched it with his hand. A little slippery feeling.

The furnishings of the room are also very simple, a wooden bed fixed on the wall, and a long table placed in the middle of the room, but the long table is empty, without any decorations.

Roman looked at himself again. The original clothes had been replaced by a dark gray prison shirt, and this prison shirt seemed to be more than one size bigger, and it felt a little loose.

Roman moved his body and felt a little sore, but apart from his inability to mobilize his magical powers, there was no other abnormality, and there were no torture instruments such as handcuffs on his hands and feet. This was barely good news.

"Cuckoo"

There was a noise in his belly, and Roman felt a strong sense of hunger. This made him a little surprised. After completing the symbiosis with the Tomb Ring Flower, Roman never felt hungry anymore. He could only eat normally. It's his personal habit. Sometimes he wonders if he can survive by photosynthesis.

But right now, there will be a long-lost hunger pang, Roman's heart moved, thinking of the magical power being sealed, and a vague conjecture in his heart.

It seems that not only my magic is sealed here, but even the peculiarities of the flesh are suppressed? In other words, my current state is probably an ordinary person with a relatively strong body?

"Stab, stab, stab"

At this moment, there was a sound of dragging objects from outside the room. Roman put away his thoughts, slowly approached the iron door against the wall, and then looked out.

The light outside the window was not very bright, with an old dim color. Roman first noticed that there was no cell on the opposite side, it was still the kind of black wooden wall.

But the only difference is that on these black walls, there will be cracks from time to time, and then a dark yellow eye will suddenly open from it. These eyes will emit dim yellow light to illuminate a small patch in front of the eyes. Area, and every ten seconds, these eyeballs will disappear again, and then open from other places.

The corridor outside the door was about four or five meters wide. In the dim light, Roman could see the end of the corridor. A tall black figure was dragging a cart and slowly moving along the corridor.

Finally, the black shadow came outside of Roman’s door, and then stopped. Even though it was only separated by a window, Roman still could not see the shape of the black shadow. The light seemed to completely bypass his body. As if he was a shadow.

After the black shadow stopped, there was no sound. Instead, he bowed his head and fiddled with something on the cart behind him. After a while, Roman saw a sudden change on the wall to the left of the iron gate.

The wall slowly bulged, as if an iron rod was poking inward, and then, the black wall slowly cracked a gap, a finger-thick strip fell off the wall, and then fell on the ground, emitting Click.

Then the wall slowly returned to its original shape, and the shadow continued to pull the cart and walked slowly toward the front until it disappeared at the end of the darkness.

Roman waited until the black shadow disappeared before returning his attention to the place where the object fell. At this time, Roman discovered that three or four of the same objects had already been piled up on the ground there.

After thinking about it, Roman walked over, squatted down and observed carefully:

"The length is about 13 cm and the diameter is 2 cm. The outside seems to be covered with a transparent film. The inside is soft, with a certain degree of humidity visually, and it is generally dark yellow ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ with a little uneven green material. There is no obvious smell."

Soon, Roman came up with some simple external information. Instead of rashly reaching out to touch it, he thought for a while, and then hesitated to come to a conclusion:

"This is, the feces of some unknown creature?"

"This is your lunch!"

A sharp sound suddenly sounded in the ear, which sounded like a nail scratching the glass vigorously, making people unable to help the hair standing upright.

Roman immediately got up and backed away, and then looked at the weird palm lying on the window with scrutiny eyes.

And at this moment, the palm of his hand was licking his fingers with its slender scarlet tongue, his eyes were full of sarcasm, and he looked at Roman with a critical look.

"Why, heavy criminal No. 155549, are you not satisfied with the nutritious meal carefully prepared by Aunt Peggy?"

Roman's eyes flashed, and several thoughts quickly passed through his mind, because Roman was wise to remain silent about the uncertainty of the current situation.

However, Roman’s silence seemed to irritate the palm monster even more. It slapped his entire face on the glass, staring at Roman with wide-eyed eyes, as if he wanted to squeeze his body into the glass. Come, but it can only make a crunching sound:

"What, boy, what is your look? What? Is there any dissatisfaction with Uncle Pace?"

"Aunt Peggy? Uncle Pace? A nutritious meal?"

Roman's eyes hovered over the dark yellow strips on the palm of his hand and the ground, and he quickly understood the relationship between the three.

But shortly afterwards, the corners of his eyes twitched again, ignoring the still chattering palm, but fixed his gaze on the few bars.

"Nutritious meals?"