It was noon.

Sunny.

However, Sherlock, who was locked up, could not feel the slightest bit of sunlight, and only flickering candlelight was accompanied by it in his vision.

The place where he was the secret room of the family altar, which was more than 20 meters long and wide and five meters high, very huge, and a little empty and gloomy.

In the middle of the chamber, a four-tiered altar stands, and because there is no ceremony taking place, there is no ornamentation on the top. At this point, Sherlock was lying on it, rolling around with his eyes closed, trying to hypnotize himself into lying on the bed.

But the hard, cold touch under his body made it difficult for him to succeed in hypnosis. After a while, I couldn't help but sit up, stared, looked around, and made a dissatisfied voice, and I didn't know who to talk to.

"Hey!" shouted Sherlock.

"Hey ......"

"Hey ......"

"Hey ......"

The voice echoed for a long time.

Sherlock shook his head and complained, "It's too much, I don't want to marry that violent girl, why should you lock me up here......! By the way, the most important thing is to let Lucia come in and accompany me, after all, it's too boring here. ”

"Hey, I'm talking to you, did you hear it?" said Sherlock, babbling. He knew no one would listen, but he tried to create a dialogue because if he didn't, he would die of boredom.

Half an hour later, Sherlock lay down on the top of the altar again, stretched his body, looked at the top of the altar, and continued to complain: "If you want me to say, you guys are really excessive. Use the crystal ball to warn me and trick me back, obviously you are at fault first, and let me marry that violent woman, it is your fault later. I don't understand, why am I in such a hurry to get married when I'm so young? Don't you know, when I get married, there is a burden, how can I get in touch with more beautiful girls?

Can you think about it for me? Don't you think about it, isn't your behavior unreasonable at all? Don't talk about me, just talk about Iro, you've been forced to go through it, this is to resist with your life. And now that I'm locked up in this by you, it's almost free to resist, though not voluntarily. ”

"Hey, did you hear me, I'm really angry right now, get me out!" Sherlock roared at the end.

The next moment, a response appeared, and a voice sounded in his ears, whispering, "You really want to go out?"

"Who?!" Sherlock exclaimed, and the "brush" stood up at once, looking around vigilantly, his eyes sharp.

He knew very well that there would be no second person in the entire chamber besides him.

To his incomprehension, the voice sounded in his ears again: "You don't need to know who I am, just know that I have no ill will towards you." ”

"Heh, do you think I'll believe it?" Sherlock didn't let his guard down at all, his gaze continuing to sharpen, constantly scanning his surroundings.

"Believe it or not. "But I really won't hurt you, in fact, I can help you." ”

"Help me?

"You really want to leave this place now, right, I can help you leave. ”

"Speak big. ”

"No, I never say big things, you look ahead. The voice said.

Sherlock looked up at the front, his eyebrows suddenly raised, and he saw the almost impregnable wall of the chamber, and a crack suddenly appeared with a "click", and then a hole was created that could be passed through by one person.

"See that hole, you can get out of here and see an interesting world. The voice said.

"But why do I think you're tempting me?" Sherlock said, "I'm not going to be so stupid, I'm not going to listen to you and drill that rat hole, after all...... I'm not a rat. ”

"Huh. The voice laughed out loud, full of confidence, "No, you're going to drill it." Because you have never been a strict rule-abiding person, your credo in life is to experience and explore all kinds of interesting things, and you will never let go of such things. ”

"Cut!" Sherlock was full of disdain, "you think you know me well?"

"Actually, yes. In a sense, I'm in your soul, so I know you better than you do. The voice said.

"Then I'm not going to drill a rat hole. ”

"Five minutes. ”

"Well, what five minutes?" Sherlock wondered.

"You'll know when the time comes. The voice said.

......

Five minutes later.

Sherlock gritted his teeth and walked down the altar, huffing into the hole, threatening as he went, "I'll tell you, I'm just going to take a look at what's inside." If I find out that there is something bad in it, I will never spare you!"

As the words fell, Sherlock's body disappeared into the cave.

......

In the real world, in a chamber of secrets, Sherlock is lying asleep on the top of the altar.

A faint blue light flashed from his body, and with a scream, a blue goblin jumped out of his body and stalked around his body.

An inconspicuous scar on his wrist turned red, and a moment later, blood oozed from the scar, rolled down the altar, and then seeped in and vanished.

Suddenly, the altar seemed to shake, and then it didn't.

......

In the evening.

The northern part of the main continent.

The sorceress Sercy, with two maidens, Nellid and Heidi, appears in front of a majestic city.

Nellid and Heidi were both a little surprised when they looked at the city.

In contrast, the sorceress was very calm and said easily, "Okay, let's go." ”

After speaking, he led Nellid and Heidi into the city.

......

Late at night.

The middle of the main continent.

On the banks of a large river, a gray stone tower stands.

At this time, the door of the stone tower is wide open, and the light can be seen from a long distance.

Approaching the stone tower, and entering through the door of the stone tower, you can find that it is a mess inside. Furniture shattered to the ground, cracks appeared in the walls, and puddles of green, viscous liquid flowed slowly in the corners, interspersed with suspicious pieces of corroded flesh.

At the top of the staircase leading to the upper level of the stone tower, several tall, heavily armored guards had fallen, blood flowing, and they could no longer stand up. If someone who knows the goods sees the magic patterns on their armor, they will know that they are all powerful knights, but without exception, they are all dead.

Clearly, the tower was attacked from outside, and its defenses were heavily damaged.

In the room on the top floor of the tower, the owner of the tower, an old wizard in a blue robe, slumped on a chair, and could clearly feel the life force passing.

He couldn't help but widen his eyes, looked at a green-haired boy standing in front of him, and asked puzzledly, "Raymond, are you...... Why did you do this, why did you betray me?"