Green: "This is a maze, a maze full of unknowns and dangers. Therefore, we once made it clear in the contract that you must obey my orders. If you think my orders are unreasonable, you can refuse my orders, but you must not act without authorization."

Hearing Green's words, Pastor Wright looked a little unpleasant: "You mean, this road is not the way to the exit?"

Green: "I once said that as long as you keep entering and exiting the same door, you can reach the exit sooner or later. So in theory, as long as you keep entering and exiting the door, you can go out sooner or later."

Rev. Wright: "But it's just a theory?"

"Yes." Green nodded, "There are other doors in this castle, we have to find that door."

Pastor Wright stared at Greene and lowered his head and thought: "How much do you know about this maze?"

"I'm not sure if what I know is correct, but you can choose to believe, or you can choose to believe in your own judgment, disband the team, and act alone." Greenton paused, "What I and my followers carry will be directly regarded as our trophy."

Pastor Wright glanced at what Green and his party carried.

Most of the things Green and his group carried were books, and in addition, there were only a few props and equipment currently in use. Whether they were disbanding the team now or distributing spoils according to the agreement after going out, the results were almost the same.

Green's attitude made Reverend Wright feel a little hesitant.

Although they are teammates, they are just cooperative relationships and do not have much trust. As an extraordinary priest who can see through lies, Reverend Wright can see that Green has never lie from beginning to end, but has concealed some news - this is not good news, because it means that the mage in front of him is likely to know a lot about detecting lies.

People who are good at dealing with lies detecting are harder to deal with than those who are full of lies.

"What will happen to them when they go down?" Pastor Wright asked Green for confirmation.

"There will definitely be a lot of dangers." Green lowered his head and thought, "You should already be very clear about the situation in this world, right? This is a world that was broken and pieced together randomly. Before exploring it completely, no one knows what kind of world is behind each door. Maybe it is the desert, maybe it is the ocean, maybe it is in the air, or maybe it is underground!"

This world is like a broken bottle, and then the glass is glued up randomly. The relationship between the fragments becomes a bit strange, and each small fragment becomes a relatively relatively existence.

"What will happen to them when they go down?" Pastor Wright stared at Greene, completely ignoring Greene's misleading.

Green curled his lips: "Maybe you will encounter a high-altitude fall. Just like when we jumped in from outside."

Pastor Wright's heart tightened: "They only have a scroll of feather dropping techniques!"

"Only one?" Green looked weird. "If I remember correctly, the feather drop scroll should be in the second most important item list in the list of items I gave you."

Pastor Wright smiled bitterly: "Don't you know the feathering technique? I thought there were mages in the team, so we only brought one emergency photo."

Green: "...Well, you're very reasonable. When they fall, they must have a scroll of feather drops for emergency use."

Green's words gave Pastor Wright an ominous premonition: "The height below is very high? Are you sure?"

"Unsure." Greenton paused, "But I always thought that carrying antidotes with you, the Feathering Scroll and the Underwater Respiratory Potion should be common sense for adventurers... No! It's fine! Underwater Respiratory Potion is nothing but a spell, and its reel should not be expensive. With your financial conditions, it should be fine. Are you short of money?"

The Five Holy Lights is a team of extraordinary ranks, with the Pelo Church as its backer. Except for the monks, the rest of the people use excellent and even excellent quality equipment. The money for a few magic scrolls is not enough to be afforded, right?

"It's not a matter of money, but because it's not sold in Yoder Village." Pastor Wright smiled bitterly, "The only scroll was bought by Porter half a year ago."

"...Okay." Green had nothing to say in an instant.

From a certain perspective, Green also has a responsibility for this matter. Yoder Village does not lack powerful warriors, but Green is the only senior mage at present.

Mages are different from other professions. Upgrading a mage does not rely on combat, but on reading, learning and research. Fighting is of no help in improving the strength and level of a mage, and it will also drag down the mage's knowledge accumulation!

If a mage wants to upgrade, he should open a black-hearted workshop, squeeze the apprentice's labor force, and then hoard funds to conduct spell research - at least NPC mages upgrade in this way.

Therefore, except for those new mages who cannot bear the labor force squeeze of their mentors and decide to go out for training, most of the senior mages are dead houses, and even occasionally go out, they have clear purpose. Therefore, even though a large number of adventurers have recently poured into Yode Village, there is still only Green in Yode Village.

In this case, unless Green's "Black Heart Workshop" can produce feather drop scrolls, or a merchant brings feather drop scrolls from other places to Yode Village for sale, it will be difficult for the Holy Light Five to buy feather drop scrolls in Yode Village even if they have money.

Good luck with goose rice tofu!

After obtaining some ominous information from Green, Pastor Wright had to give up his teammates and continue to follow Green.

Green skillfully took Reverend Wright to shuttle through the castle.

The castle is very quiet, and unlike the previous world, the facilities in this world are well preserved.

"The magic concentration here is smaller than in the previous world!" Pastor Wright said.

Green: "Because there was a mage tower in the previous world, when the magic power stored in the mage tower spreads into the air, the magic concentration in the space naturally increased significantly."

Hearing Green's words, Pastor Wright breathed a sigh of relief: "That is to say, there should be no undead in this space..."

Green glanced at Pastor Wright, smiled slightly, and said nothing.

No undead? No! On the contrary! There are undead everywhere here!

The space here is isolated from the world, and the soul after death cannot leave this world, let alone enter the Styx! Therefore, all the dead in the castle have turned into resentful spirits that cannot rest. If Green and his group had not been bUF, they would have been as bright as a light bulb, and would have been flooded by resentful spirits long ago!

Since the magic concentration here is low, the level of the vengeful spirits is not too high, and they are still very afraid of the holy light. However, once the holy light disappears, it is hard to say, so the group must leave this space as soon as possible.

Under Green's leadership, the group quickly arrived at the gate of the castle.

The castle was pitch black, but outside the castle gate was sunny - blue sky, white clouds, and prairie, which seemed very beautiful.

Obviously, this gate is a one-way door.

"What kind of world is the opposite?" Pastor Wright couldn't help asking. Due to what happened before, Pastor Wright was somewhat guilty about passing through the one-way portal.

Green: "If nothing unexpected happens, the opposite side should be outside."

Green stood at the gate and threw a few small fireballs into the gate to ensure that no one would make trouble outside the gate. Green didn't want to jump out of the gate just like a bad luck ranger, but was knocked back into the gate by a pit.

After making sure that the outside of the door had been cleared, Green rushed out of the door without hesitation!

...

Outside the castle of the Golden City.

The excavation for dozens of days has already dug up all the gilded on the Golden City. Now the Golden City has completely turned into a dilapidated castle with pits everywhere.

Although there is no gold in the Golden City, many adventurers still come in to visit. However, since none of the adventurers who entered the Golden City before returned, most adventurers stopped outside the door.

"The 'Gold Coin Prophet' entered from the top of the viewing tower." A villager pointed to a watchtower and introduced to several adventurers.

Recently, the tourism industry in Yode Village has been very prosperous, not only driving commerce, but also driving the development of the tour guide industry in disguise. Many villagers act as tour guides to introduce the situation of the Golden City to new adventurers. As the "legendary" of the village, the Golden Coin Prophet naturally becomes an important gossip material.

"Did that 'Gold Coin Prophet' come out after entering?" an adventurer couldn't help asking.

"Not yet." The villagers laughed.

Adventurer: "So has he said when he will be able to come out?"

Villager: "I don't know this."

Just as the villagers were about to continue the introduction, a big rolling fireball suddenly flew out of a gate!

"Boom boom boom"

Accompanied by the sound of flames, the fireball rolled through the open space near the gate.

"There's someone in that gate!" an adventurer screamed at the gate where the fireball flew out.

Originally, the entrance should be pitch black and there was no sight, but at this moment, a few people shining all over the body appeared inside!

Because there was light in the door, everyone could finally see the situation in the door.

"That's the Prophet of the Gold Coin!" The villagers recognized the person in charge.

"What? You said that is the Prophet of the Gold Coin?" The adventurers immediately came to their spirits, "The short man in the silver-white mage robe?"

"Yes." The villagers looked inside with a look of surprise, "Did the gold coin prophet really crack the secrets in this castle?"

In the shocked eyes of everyone, Green jumped out of the door.
Chapter completed!