This was an unfamiliar Level 1 Elderly Sorcerer, with pale hair, a weak Soul Fire, and dry, wrinkled skin.
"Must be over six thousand years old..."
Looking at the Elderly Sorcerer in the underground chamber of the Lord's Manor, Green had such a perception.
Yet this Elderly Sorcerer seemed unaware of Green's arrival, still bent over, focusing intently on studying the mysterious powder on the experimental bench.
Bookshelves were lined with old books, some with yellowed pages protected by wax, some on unknown animal hides, some damaged remnants, and some even carved on wooden boards and stone slates in Ancient Wizard Language.
The bluestone altar emitted a decaying scent, as if it hadn't been used for many years.
Green strolled through this massive underground laboratory, naturally flipping through the magic witchcraft books on the shelves. Initially, Green was just curious, but after a short while, his expression gradually grew serious and solemn!
