The corridor outside the enchantment room was high and wide, extremely empty, but the windows were pitiful. The sunlight desperately squeezed in through the narrow gap, hoping to make the place warm and bright, but in the end it was defeated by darkness and cold.

"Tap~~Tap~~Tap~~~"

The echo of footsteps was like the sigh of a demon, accompanied by Roland all the way.

He quickly walked through the empty and quiet corridor, and then went down the rotating stone steps to the basement on the ground floor. Here, light completely retreated, and darkness became the only master here.

Roland wrapped his thin and worn cloth robe tightly, touched the wall with one hand, and walked forward while waiting for his hand to touch a moldy wooden door. He stopped and reached out to push the door.

“Hazz~~”

The wooden door slowly opened, and a harsh scream spread from afar. It was like a stone falling into a pond, instantly breaking the silence of the basement. In the thick darkness at the end of the corridor, a cry of pain and despair came from the thick darkness.

"Help~~"

"Please let us go."

"Water~water~I want water~"

The sound spreads and echoes through the corridors, becoming blurred and ethereal, like the echoes in hell.

It's those who are locked in the circle.

For five years, Roland has been trapped in White Rock Castle. Naturally, he doesn't know where Vermia got these people. The only thing he can be sure of is that these people are all unlucky guys abandoned by fate.

These people were locked in a dark basement all day long, and had only a small amount of food and water every day. Every once in a while, the one-eyed Demon Grod would take one or two out of the junction.

When he first traveled through time, Roland was in the circle. He knew that there was hell on earth.

Suddenly, a loud female voice came from the circle.

"I want to see the lord~I want to see your lord~ Come on~ Take us to see your lord!"

Roland heard it clearly and couldn't help but sigh.

"The voice is full of energy, it should be a newcomer, and I haven't recognized my situation yet."

Roland didn't want to meddle in other people's business, and he didn't have the ability to do so. He walked into his small room, closed the door, topped the wooden stick behind the door, groped in the darkness, and lit a whale oil lamp. The bean-sized light temporarily dispelled the darkness, regaining a hint of warmth in the room.

It's strange to say that the White Stone Castle in the wilderness can actually use whale oil, and this thing seems to be quite cheap, so he can afford it.

"The world should have a very developed navigation and whaling industry. Alas~~ I don't know when I will leave this ghost place." Roland sighed again.

There are very few things in the room.

There are a large pile of dried reed stems on the corner of the wall, which is Roland's bed. In the middle is a large tree stump covered with brown mold spots. This is a table, and a pebbles with a face-sized face in front of the table are stools.

There were two scorched animals on the stump, one was a mouse and the other was a big forest frog, which was Roland's supper. This was not provided by Vermia, but Roland took it with his own thoughts.

Vermia never provided food for Rollin, and he could only find a way for three daily meals.

Roland had been used to it for a long time, and after a busy day, he was hungry. He sat on the rock, picked up a roasted rat, and started eating it.

"Ha~ The mouse in White Stone Castle is quite fat. One of them has to be half a pound. Having said that, if Weis lived a life like me, he would probably not have much favoritism for Vermiya."

Vermiya treated Weis much better than Roland. She couldn't talk about having enough food and clothing, but at least she didn't have to worry about food and drink every day.

Chew carefully and slowly ate a fat mouse, chewed the bones and ate them cleanly, and then rested for half an hour.

"Okay, start exercising!"

Roland walked to the reed mat, lying on his back, and supported the ground with both hands.

“One~two~three~four...100.”

Then lie on your back and hold your head with both hands.

“One~two~three~four…100.”

I got up, pretended that there was a rope in my hand, and started to jump.

“One~two~three~four…1000.”

After persisting for about 20 minutes, Roland felt hot all over, his muscles were getting hot all over, and he felt a little sweat on his forehead.

"The physical exercise is almost done."

Roland walked to the reed mat again, knelt on the ground with one knee, supported his forehead with one hand and the other pressed his waist with the other, closed his eyes, and kept the posture motionless.

This is meditation.

According to Vermia, meditation can improve mana power and is a practice that the caster must persist in throughout his life.

At the beginning, Roland used the basic meditation method taught by Vermia, which had some effects, but it was better than wasting time. In the following year, Roland used the thinking laboratory to continuously improve and invented the "Meditator Meditation Method", which was more than three times more effective than the basic version.

The effect of 3 times, persisting for more than four years, means that Roland has almost 3 times more mana than Vermia expected, which is the biggest trump card Roland has at present.

Meditation has no time, and it seems that in the blink of an eye, it is three o'clock in the morning the next day.

Roland woke up on time, and he still remembered the task assigned to him by Vermia.

At four o'clock in the morning in winter, the back garden of Baishi Castle collects pure water condensation, at least one bottle a day, and if you lose it, you will have to get a whip.

The whip is not an ordinary whip, it is a magic whip. When you are whipped, the pain is unforgettable, and even your soul will tremble. Roland doesn't want to be whipped.

I got up, ate all the roasted forest frogs on the table, and then went to the enchantment room in the dark, took the crystal bottle, and walked towards the side door of the castle in the dark.

When approaching the side door, Rollin saw a blurry figure standing on both sides of the side door.

The figure held a spear in his hand, lowered his head, as if he was sleeping.

When Roland approached about 5 meters, the figure's head suddenly raised, making a "click~click" sound of bone rubbing. Two scarlet red spots suddenly appeared on the part of his eyes, staring at Roland's body.

It is the skeleton guard of the castle.

Roland's eyes were furrowed when he was seen. He stopped, raised his hand, shook the crystal bottle in his hand, and said, "Pure water condensation."

Hearing this sound, the red light in the skeleton guard's eyes began to slowly disappear, his head lowered again, and he fell into dead silence again.

Roland took a deep breath and walked out of the side door. Behind the door was facing a 10-meter-high city wall. On the wall, there was a skeleton guard standing every 15 meters. When you went out and walked to the left, it was the way to the back garden.

This means that he was within the surveillance range of the skeleton guards along the way.

When Roland appeared, the eyes of every skeleton guard on the city wall lit up, and they all stared at Roland like searchlights.

"The master's mission, pure water condensation!"

Roland held up the crystal bottle high and made his movements as light as possible.

He knew that these skeletons were not very good at brains and were very sensitive to intense movements. If he dared to run, these skeleton guards would immediately follow their attack instincts. More than a dozen spears were thrown over and they could instantly prick Roland into a hedgehog.

It was obvious that the road to the back garden was less than 50 meters, but Roland walked for 15 minutes.

By the time he entered the back garden, it was almost three in the morning.

There are various magic plants planted in the garden, such as Star Grass, Silver Lily, Purple Windmills, etc., many of which are strange plants that Roland had never seen on Earth.

The early morning of the cold winter is particularly cold, and the cold wind cuts people like a knife. Roland, who is thinly dressed, has to shelter from the west corner of the garden.

It wasn't time for the dew to appear yet, Roland could only wait. Waiting for boredom, he looked around aimlessly with the glimmer reflected in the snow.

From here, the most conspicuous one is naturally the castle. The castle is square and made of stone, but due to lack of maintenance, many places have been damaged. On the west side of the castle, a tower that looks like an obelisk is erected, at least 15 meters high.

The top of the tower is filled with hazy white light, and mysterious white air flows are constantly gathering from the air.

Further down, there is a circle of windows around the tower, each of which is black, like a pair of eyes hidden in the dark, staring at Roland quietly.

That is the residence of Vermia, the owner of White Rock Fort. From the window, it is estimated that there are at least 4 floors inside. In five years, Rollin has only been to the first floor at most.

He didn't dare to look at it anymore, and his eyes turned to the garden in front of him.

Suddenly, his heart moved and he looked at a flower bush.

There was a cluster of thick black thorns growing there, and dark green leaves as big as melon seeds were covered with small white flowers the size of rice grains. It was very beautiful, but this was not Roland's goal.

He felt that there was something deep in the bushes that made him feel a strange touch, very slight, just as if someone was gently pulling his skin with his feathers. If it were to be replaced by a noisy day, he might not have noticed such a faint abnormality.

‘What would it be…?’

Finally, he couldn't help but curiosity and looked around. The skeleton guard closest to him was also 30 meters away, and there was no red light in his eyes. The branches and leaves were dense, which could block the other party's vision well. As long as his movements were gentle enough, the other party should not notice it.

After confirming that it was possible, Roland walked gently to the black thorn bush, squatted down, wrapped his sleeves around his palms, and carefully pushed aside the layers of thorn branches.

Then he saw a burnt scroll, which had been soaked in melted snow, looking almost like waste paper.

"Is it...spoke scroll?" Roland's heart moved slightly.

Half a month ago, a team of people came to attack Vermia. I don’t know that the guys used the means to sneak into the castle, but eventually they were exposed.

Both sides fought near the garden, and the unlucky group seemed to have been killed by Vermiya, but the Spell Garden also suffered some losses, and many flowers and plants were trampled to death.

Now it seems that this scroll is most likely left by those people.

‘So, what kind of scroll is this?’

Vermia never taught combat spells, and never even allowed Rollin to contact any information related to combat, which led to Rollin only learning some basic enchantments over the past five years, and not even knowing the words, and his understanding of the world was always at an extremely superficial level.

Even though he had always wanted to defect, he was powerless, but the scroll in front of him gave Roland a glimmer of hope.

He gently picked up the scroll and watched it carefully through the snow light.

There are a few words on the back of the scroll, but unfortunately Roland is illiterate and does not recognize it. There are many dark red lines on the front of the scroll. Even if the scroll is soaked, these lines are still clearly visible. They look a bit similar to enchantment, but if you look closely, you will find that they have nothing in common with enchantment.

‘It must be something left by those people. Could this be a spell of attack spells?’
Chapter completed!