Thump!
Kicking the door open with one foot, Liszt entered the destination with the Crimson Blood Sword in hand.
Only after entering the cabin did he realize why there was such a concentration of magic power here—it was because the entire cabin's walls were densely carved with magic runes.
In the square cabin, there was nothing but a simple square table and a stool. On the table lay a book, a box of ink, and a goose feather quill dipped in the ink.
The green magic runes flickered continuously, creating a mysterious and magical atmosphere.
"Woof woof!"
After Douson squeezed into the cabin, he rushed toward a wall and barked aggressively. Following Douson's gaze, Liszt looked at the wall and saw another pale face emerge, suddenly screaming a piercing, "Damn it!"
"Go to hell!" Liszt raised the Crimson Blood Sword and stabbed forward, bursting the pale face.
