It looked like a bedroom. There was a wooden table, a cabinet, a big bed in the middle, and a balcony next to it.
There was a round table on the balcony, and a wooden chair beside the table for afternoon tea.
At this moment, there was a figure sitting on the chair.
To be exact, it was a skeleton.
It looked like it had been dead for God knows how long. Some dried bacon was hanging on the pale skeleton, and a tattered cloak was draped over it.
"Is this the Wizard?"
Heath could still feel faint elemental fluctuations from the skeleton. It was obvious that it belonged to the level of a Wizard.
Heath spread out his spiritual tentacles and scanned the surroundings. After confirming that there were no traps or other dangers, he walked forward.
