It All Starts with the Wizard

　　 Roman was taken aback, the mental power vortex in the sea of ​​consciousness revolved at a high speed, and the magic power began to boil slightly, but the body did not immediately respond.

He was observing the person who appeared suddenly. This was an old woman with a rickety figure. The white hair on her head was draped in a mess behind her head. It seemed that she hadn't been cleaned for a long time. Many of her hair began to knot and her face It was covered with gully-like wrinkles, and his face was barely clear, only those bright green eyes gleaming in the dark.

　　 She was wearing an old white robe. Even though it was more damaged, Roman could still see that the fabric used should be very high-end. There seemed to be a belt-like silk hanging around her waist, and some delicate patterns could be seen faintly on it.

　　 The old woman’s left hand is holding an oil lamp that emits a dim yellow light. Her fingers are thin, her joints are prominent, her nails are sharp and sharp like beasts, and the lady’s right hand is completely covered by a wide cuff.

　　 After Roman looked at it, the old woman still maintained the initial posture, but those eyes stared at Roman firmly, without making an attacking gesture.

　　 Roman did not ask, he already felt something was wrong, the woman didn't look like a living person at all.

　　Roman watched the old woman's behavior while using the lamp to observe the situation in the room.

The layout of the room was similar to what Roman had seen before, but it was much older. There were traces of peeling wall covering everywhere on the walls. The wooden floor and furniture were also rotten. The burnt smell rushed into his nose even more intensely. Roman’s The peripheral light swept out the window, where there seemed to be a flame jumping.

At this moment, the old woman suddenly turned around and began to slide towards the door like a ghost. Roman still watched her vigilantly and didn't intend to go up to strike up a conversation, but a wave of waves suddenly appeared in the sea of ​​knowledge, and then the dark apocalypse appeared out of thin air. He was in front of Roman, and began to float in the direction where the old woman left, and at the same time the pages of the book began to flap, seeming to urge Roman to keep up.

　　 A wry smile appeared at the corner of Roman's mouth. He had no temper at the mysterious Apocalypse, and he had no choice but to follow.

　　 In the dark and decayed corridor, Roman followed the dim yellow oil lamp not far in front of him slowly, and there was an apocalypse floating between the two of them.

The speed of the old woman is not fast, it can even be said to be slow, but no matter how Roman changes his pace, the distance between them always remains the same. Even if Roman stops, the old woman is still walking. But the distance will not change.

Roman carefully observed the surroundings. It seemed that it was still Diana’s villa, but its appearance had completely changed. There were burnt traces everywhere. Many of the walls were damaged. Through the cracks, Roman could see the walls. The situation in the back room.

　　 When passing through a large gap, Roman vaguely heard a sound coming out, which seemed a bit familiar, Roman stopped, approached the crack without comprehension, and looked inside.

The room is still decayed. From Roman’s point of view, part of the bedroom can be seen. On the European-style wooden bed in the bedroom, there is a figure that emits this white light, kneeling and sitting with her hands together, and a rhythmic prayer. When the sound came, Roman's expression changed slightly. This was exactly the kind of prayer he heard when he was meditating just now.

Roman was observing attentively. Suddenly the image of the white man felt something. Suddenly he looked into the room with horror. His body began to move backwards, as if something terrible was approaching her. This was Roman. He also saw the appearance of the figure clearly. Although he didn't remember it clearly, he was still sure that this person was one of the several maids who helped him when he first arrived.

　　Roman swallowed his saliva and continued to watch the situation in the room. He was very curious about what threatened her again. Why did she appear here with such a weird posture, and to whom did she pray again?

But in the end Roman only saw the white light on the maid began to float toward the other side of the room. It seemed that something was absorbing the light. The maid was struggling to escape, but the light passed quickly, almost a few breaths. In time, the maid was also sucked into the depths of the room along with the light, and disappeared from Roman's sight.

Roman looked at it for a while, but there was no more movement in the room. It seemed that what had just appeared was just his hallucinations. Roman retracted his gaze, looked at the house number on the left side of the wall, turned his head and continued to follow the old woman away. NS.

During 　　, Roman looked at a few more rooms, but they were all empty. The previous scene never happened again. As she walked, the old woman suddenly turned and walked into a room at the end of the corridor and disappeared.

At the moment when the dim light disappeared, Roman’s hairs all stood up. In the darkness, something seemed to be approaching him. I don’t know why ~www.wuxiahere.com~ A suddenly appeared in Roman’s heart. Inexplicable thoughts:

　　 "This is a pathological and greedy desire."

Before he could think about it, Roman hurriedly followed the old woman into the room. When his body was shrouded in the dim light again, the terrible feeling subsided. Roman let out a sigh of relief, but he became more vigilant in his heart. Up.

I scanned the room. The room is not big, but the furniture is neatly arranged. It is a simple mahogany desk. At this moment, the old woman is holding a lantern standing beside the desk motionless, like a sculpture. There is a sculpture on the side of the wall. On the other side of the huge bookshelf are the extinguished fireplace and a small wine table. There are also a few empty wine bottles on it.

This is a study room. Although there are still many places that have been damaged or burned, Roman still finds that there are still many books on the shelf. Roman walks over and takes a copy, only to find that the text on it seems to be soaked in ink. It was too ordinary, completely unrecognizable, and changed several copies, all in the same situation.

Roman no longer pays attention to the book on the bookshelf. Instead, he sets his eyes on the desk. These pages are scattered on the desk. There is also a brazier beside it with some thin ashes. It seems that the owner here seems to be here. Trying to destroy something, but the time was obviously too late, so he hurriedly threw down the other pages and opened the study.

Roman subconsciously restored the scene at the time. Then he walked to the table and looked at the paper on the desk. The handwriting on it was a bit messy, but it was barely recognizable. A quill pen lay on the paper at will, the top of the paper. Most of the feathers have fallen.

　　 Roman pulled off the quill, gently picked up one of the pages, sat directly on the high-back chair behind the desk, and read it carefully.