Chapter 139 The Castle in Another World

When Mariana first reveals her psychic abilities to John, John is not frightened. He was a little worried that Mariana would discover the little thoughts in his mind, but he did not reject the feeling that she would be connected to his spirit and even lose some of her spiritual freedom.

John believes that Mariana's ability is a natural fit with her temperament, which is equally mysterious and charming, as well as the authority and power hidden under these appearances. This made John occasionally wonder whether his unique feeling for her was genuine, or whether it was a small influence exerted by this strict teacher to ensure smooth teaching. These were the thoughts that ran through John's mind when Juancrit first met a few people.

John didn't like Mariana at first and was a little afraid of her. But as his mind was continuously cleansed by the beautiful bard, the barriers of will were re-established, and that feeling merged with the hope for the future, the warlock changed his original idea. The answer to the source of this emotion is meaningless. The care and encouragement given by Mariana are enough to make it worth pursuing this beautiful and intelligent woman.

Asking his own heart, John Kemp originally thought he would laugh at the answer to this question.

When John entered the depths of his subconscious mind and blocked out distracting thoughts and trivial memories, he saw the answer. A sincere and pure love, without any mental manipulation, is perfectly better than any gem.

John Camp was ecstatic, and he did not expect that he would have such a surprise when he hypnotized himself to examine his heart.

In order to unlock the Black Slate, John decided to use the mind flayer's ability to perform mind manipulation on himself. He dived into the depths of his consciousness and buried a spiritual suggestion deep in his soul that he believed the silver key could open the Black Slate.

Then he saw the emotions that made up John Camp's personality.

Just by being close to that warm emotion in the form of spiritual tentacles, John would feel as intoxicated as drinking mead. Because it is your own soul, the feeling in your heart will become stronger if you continue to touch it, as if your consciousness will melt in the warmth.

John relaxed a little, and his tense consciousness stretched into the distance of his mind.

Another feeling came from his perception. John gathered his energy and probed in the direction that gave him the strange feeling. After understanding that thing, a strange feeling arose in the warlock's heart.

Another love heart. Although the ambiguity was slight, it went beyond the realm of friendship and entered the realm of John Camp's cherished secrets.

It was like the sting and slight numbness of a bee sting, and it was also like a hangover after drinking too much, a hint of imperfect and real bitterness. That emotion reflected an image that troubled John Camp: Vivian Ortiz.

John couldn't deceive his heart. The female ranger's enthusiasm and wantonness had left a deep impression on his heart. No man with a sound mind would turn a deaf ear to the closeness of such a beautiful woman.

The warlock set the spiritual cues he needed and quickly escaped from the depths of his mind.

John opened his eyes. The face that had just appeared in his spiritual world was less than a foot away from him. It was as clear as the memory in his heart. The bright eyes looked at him, and the slender eyelashes could be seen clearly. Clearly. John's sudden opening of his eyes startled Vivian, and she quickly retreated without any awareness of being discovered.

"Wow~ so fast!"

John kept his face stiff and glared at her.

"Hypnotizing myself is not too difficult for me." He tried to focus on the task.

The magician took out the silver key. He looked at the brilliance on the surface of the magic prop, and a strange belief suddenly came to him. It can do it, it can open. At the same time as he had this belief, John could also feel the strange feeling in his heart. The hints created by the mind-seizing magic aroused the vigilance of self-awareness, and the brain with keen senses subconsciously rejected foreign objects implanted in the mind.

Minds with enhanced mind flayer abilities can no longer be mentally hypnotized. John suppressed the feeling of repulsion in his heart and held the silver key close to the stone slab. This time, he felt completely different.

John felt a mysterious magic power combining the silver key and the stone slab, as if there was an invisible mechanism hidden on the stone slab that matched the key. John turned the silver key, and with a click, the magic item in the warlock's hand shattered into silver powder and was rolled into the cracks in the stone slab.

Spider-like cracks spread from the center, and the stone slabs fell off piece by piece, revealing the dark passage below. This road seemed to lead to the Underdark. Soon, the escaped alien auras overturned common sense judgment. These auras were like invisible hands grabbing everyone in the Morning Star team. They were unable to resist. Arlington's Hellfire also died under this restraint. The Morning Star team was drawn into the passage by the aura from another world.

The broken slate reappeared and was healed again, just like going back in time. Only the ancient tranquility was restored in the ruins of this temple, and no adventurers disturbed it anymore.

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When John opened his eyes from the floor, the first thing he saw was a hanging lamp stand wrapped in spider webs, hanging from the ceiling with worn panels, twenty feet above the ground. His companions lay down around him, and the teleportation did not separate them, which was good news.

"Well……"

The old smell of rotten wood mixed in the air, waking up the sleepers. Barnes and others opened their eyes one by one and stood up from the ground. They first checked their physical condition, and then observed their teammates to confirm that the number of people remained unchanged. Also relieved.

"At least there is a humanoid civilization here." They felt lucky for the result of their crossing into another world. Some people may have to face traps or dangerous monsters in the next second after crossing the portal, or fall from a height of 10,000 meters. Being in a dark environment like this is undoubtedly a good start.

Barnes lit a torch, and the light illuminated a small area around the group.

They found a long table with only a few chairs left on both sides and covered with a thick layer of dust.

Barnes walked to the adjacent long table. He saw a book with a green cover on the table. The pages were turned squarely on the table. Barnes blew on the paper. The light dust raised a cloud of smoke, and the obscure writing on the yellowed paper could now be read in front of me.

Barnes looked at it casually and said, "I don't know. This doesn't belong to any language I've ever seen."

John moved closer and compared the writing on the book with the knowledge in his memory.

"It feels a little familiar, like a variation of a certain text."

Raven shook his head, not even looking at the book.

They turned their expectant eyes to the female ranger, because they knew that her historical knowledge could exceed the sum of several people.

Ever since she woke up, Vivian Ordiz has kept her head lowered, with her long straight silver hair covering the side of her face. Vivian approached slowly, lowered her head and looked at the words carefully. She swept her hair across the dusty long table and slid her fingers gently along the writing.

For a moment, the breathing of the three people became the only sound here. Arlington looked back and forth with his head, as if he had discovered something, and smiled sinisterly.

Vivian said: "This is an ancient language, somewhat like a simplified variation of Dragon Language. I cannot decipher the information above."

Vivian's answer made John suddenly realize. He understood that the familiar feeling was just the influence of dragon blood. Unfortunately, he did not inherit the knowledge of identifying dragon language from his bloodline, let alone that it was a variant.

It seemed that no one could decipher the words in the book. John and the others felt a little regretful and stopped paying attention to the words. They looked around and confirmed from the decaying rows of bookshelves and long tables that this was once a library.

Barnes raised the torch, and the lighted area formed a halo with blurred boundaries. The captain slowly chose a direction to move, looking for the entrance and exit along the wall. John, who has dark vision, did not disturb his enthusiasm for careful exploration. In an unfamiliar place, staying cautious is the key to survival.

A solid door was completely stuck for some reason. Barnes tried it himself, but his strength was not enough to open the door. So the captain gave up his position to his trusted companion.

Raven observed the door, and John determined that there was no magic on the door. The warrior nodded, reached out and grabbed the copper ring in the middle, and slowly opened the door with all his strength.

They came to an empty corridor.

One side of the wide corridor is lined with arched windows, and outside the windows are a dark forest and a bright moon. The empty corridor echoed with the footsteps of several people. The moonlight invaded the corridor from the window and cut the blanket horizontally.

On the side against the wall are displayed many complete sculptures of knights' armor, six feet apart, holding swords, spears, war hammers and other weapons. Most of the armors have fallen dust and the weapons are rusty.

A dilapidated scene of a powerful family in decline.

"This should be an abandoned castle. This means..."

"This means there should be a lot of treasures!" Barnes rubbed his hands excitedly.

"Explain that there will be a castle gate that will allow us to leave."

"Okay, but if we find treasure while looking for the gate, we can take it out with us."

The five members of the team chose a direction and continued moving forward holding torches.

The lights disappeared, and the moonlight outside the window became the only illumination of this corridor.

Click!

A knight in armor holding a long sword turned his helmet and turned in the direction that John and others left.

Click, click.