A recliner was quietly placed on one side. Roland looked closer. A navy robe wrapped in a white skeleton, quietly nesting in the recliner. A magic scroll was placed on the skeleton. The bones were full of white, but there was no horror, or it was terror that was covered by the sadness of the passage of time revealed by the bones, which was not worth mentioning.

Roland seemed to see the last moment before his death, quietly lying in the lounge chair holding the magic scroll, falling asleep, and never woke up again.

The magic scroll on the bones shone with a faint light, which showed that the magic scroll could still be used. Roland did not care about the rudeness, and silently apologized in his heart, and gently picked up the magic scroll.

The material of the scroll is a precious monster skin with a slight dragon pattern. It may be a close genus of a certain dragon clan. Roland rarely dabbles in this area, so he doesn't know what kind of monster it is. However, one thing is certain, that is, this scroll is very precious.

Roland opened it and watched it carefully.

The magical texts of the ancient Odyssey Empire were somewhat different from those of the present. He looked a little vague. After studying it for a long time, he roughly concluded that this is the perfect magic of the four-ring ring - Anteno's Purgatory of Death.

Roland's breathing suddenly became tight. This was the perfect magic of the four-ring rings! Since it was difficult for the golden-level powerful man to possess. What's more, this is a rare and rare illusion magic that is rare than ordinary elemental magic. In this way, it was quietly and silently placed here, and thousands of years have not changed.

Roland seemed to be able to imagine that if he spread the news of this scroll, the entire Greenland human empire would have caused no wonder.

His hands holding the scroll kept shaking and almost threw the magic scroll out.

After breathing slowly over and over again and meditating on the frost element, Roland's boiling heart gradually calmed down. He carefully put the scroll into the storage ring, Roland restrained his inner excitement, cheered up his spirits, and continued to search for the rest of the lab.

At this time, the sigh of time passing and life's limited sigh was long hidden deep in his heart. He was like a greedy mouse, searching for boxes and scraping cabinets, looking for things that could be used as much as possible.

I don’t know what kind of magic ore, the magic crystal core that cannot be distinguished clearly, the magic potion labeled with a tube of magic potion, and the magic scrolls drawn, some still have magical aura, and some have been eroded by the years below.

Roland put them away one by one.

He still looked at his storage ring reluctantly, and found that the space was not big, and the medicine, food, clothing and some things he had brought, were already full of stuff.

"There is not enough space. It would be great if there was a larger storage ring that could be found." Roland regretted slightly.

Suddenly, Roland's mind flashed: "Yes, storage ring!"

Roland quickly turned around and turned his eyes to the recliner. The white bones were still lying there quietly, and there was clearly an ancient ring on his right index finger.

Roland patted his head with some gratitude. He was so excited that he almost forgot the storage ring when he got the scroll.

For thousands of years, the soul mark left by the Master of Bone has long disappeared, and Roland is familiar with the storage ring with his own soul mark.

Pushing his soul into it, Hao Ran had a space of nearly 100 cubic meters, like a small house. There was nothing in the storage ring, only a black robe and a large number of magic crystals.

When you reach a certain level of strength, because the value of the trading items is huge, the amount of gold coins required is also very large. The strong people usually choose another more convenient and non-depreciation item - the Magic Crystal Magic Core, as the trading coins, and some even barter them. Therefore, it is not surprising that Roland only sees magic crystals but not gold coins in the storage ring.

According to the Ethivan Great 6 elemental law, a person can only use one storage ring at the same time. Roland took out all the things in his original storage ring and put them in the new storage ring again.

The laboratory was gradually emptied, and Roland went to the owner of the castle again.

The bedroom is claustrophobic and dark, the windows are closed, the air is stagnant, and the whole body is dark. Here, it seems that even time is stagnant.

It's right.

The faint and unpleasant creaking sound of the door opened broke the silence in the bedroom for thousands of years, and Roland stepped inside it softly.

To Roland's surprise, although the bedroom is wide, the layout is not much different from the apprentice's room on the second floor. There is only one bookshelves that are very conspicuous and stand quietly.

Roland first flipped through the classics on the bookshelf. Whether he was on Earth in his previous life or the original Rolander, he loved reading. In his previous life, he was orphan and grew up with a welfare dean, reading was his only way out. The original Rolander had few playmates in his childhood, and his teacher Wells had a lot of books. In his spare time, Rolander liked to read and developed the habit of reading.

Most of the classics on the bookshelf are gone and turned into pieces when touched lightly, but some of them are precious, and the owner of the castle can use magic and preserve them.

Roland looked at it casually. The current ones were about telling that history, and some about cultivation experiences, which were useful to him. He put them away with joy.

Leaving the bookshelf, Roland observed around.

"Huh?" At this time, Roland saw a stack of magic paper placed on the desk, with handwriting on it, and a quill was placed aside.

The magic paper was already a little fragile, and the handwriting on it was blurred. Roland carefully identified it, but found that it was a letter from the owner of the castle.

"Dear Aphro Hocto, I see words as if I were to face."

"········I have successfully created the four-ring perfect magic, "Anteno's Purgatory of Death", which uses flame elements as medium to create the illusion of Purgatory of Flame. I can even use this as an opportunity to break through the golden level and reach the next stage......"

"········But I'm old, and I obviously feel that the magic god Iliad is going to summon me back to his arms. I don't know if there is still a chance to break through, or if there is still a chance to see you again..."

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"··········· I hate those hateful and selfish nobles. They fear that the power of magic will hit their rights, so they use all their conspiracies to expel us here and allow us to stay in this dark place forever. They will be punished by the Lord of Magic, Lord Iliad......"
Chapter completed!