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Van Loon Quietly walking to the side of the wooden house, his heart seemed to quicken with each step, carrying a hint of excitement and nervousness to explore the unknown. He carefully stepped onto a small wooden box so that he could see into the room through the window. His heart trembled slightly; this was the first time he had observed humans from such a close distance.
He saw an old man with white hair sitting at a wooden table, flipping through an ancient book and leisurely grinding herbs. The air in the room seemed to be filled with the scent of herbs. Next to him, a large pot was slowly bubbling with some mysterious liquid, emitting a faint aroma. The color of the liquid appeared unusually mysterious under the night lamp.
In one corner of the room, many dried herbs are hanging, obviously well organized. In another corner, there are rows of wooden shelves with various bottles, jars, books, as well as some strange symbols and ancient documents. Next to the wooden shelves, there is an old wooden box with mysterious runes painted on it. It seems that the old man is a scholar knowledgeable in herbalism and magic. Every move he makes seems very skilled and leisurely.
Van Loon did not dare to be negligent and immediately used The Eye of the Demon to carefully observe the old man's attributes. He was shocked to find that the old man's level is as high as fifty, making him a mage with mastery over the four elemental magics of fire, water, earth, and air, as well as many herbal concoction skills. Watching the old man's skilled techniques, he could almost feel the mysterious connection between the herbs and elemental magic. His power and skills are undoubtedly formidable, unlike anything Van Loon has ever seen.
Van Loon is filled with awe, but at the same time, there is a strong sense of curiosity and anticipation. The old man's knowledge and skills represent a precious learning opportunity for him. He is tossing and turning in his mind, unsure of what to do. He knows that if he could receive guidance from the old man, his survival and growth in this strange world would become easier, but at the same time, he is afraid that the old man might be wary or displeased with his presence, after all, he is just a sheep.
He thinks that appearing in front of the old man in human form might offer more possibilities, but the current situation leaves him feeling helpless. His heart is filled with contradictions, with a strong desire for knowledge and power on one hand, and fear and unease of the unknown on the other. He grits his teeth lightly and decides to observe a little longer, to see if there are other opportunities and possibilities, perhaps finding a way to communicate with the old man.
However, Van Loon suddenly lost its balance and slipped off the small wooden box, making a clear impact sound. Its body quickly made contact with the ground, falling over with all four legs in the air. Although its body had been trained countless times, becoming stronger and more powerful, in such a sudden situation, it couldn't react immediately.
Van Loon was extremely nervous, struggling desperately to try to stand up quickly, but its four hooves were sliding weakly in the air, and its efforts were in vain. It felt the fear and tension in its heart, never expecting to be discovered in such a situation. Its breathing became increasingly rapid, each breath warning it that the situation in front of it was full of unknowns and danger.
Suddenly, the wooden door of the room creaked open, and the old wizard slowly walked out. A hint of surprise and curiosity shone in his eyes as he looked at the struggling Van Loon on the ground. The old wizard's expression was calm, but the gleam in his eyes sent a chill down the Van Loon's spine. He held a delicate wooden staff with a shimmering gem at the top, which emitted a faint glow in the night, as if hiding some mysterious and powerful force.
The old wizard slowly approached the Van Loon, bending down to scrutinize him with an inquisitive gaze. His eyes seemed bottomless, as if trying to see into the Van Loon's soul. The Van Loon could feel his curiosity, perhaps astonished by his extraordinary appearance and power. The old wizard's gaze swept slowly over the Van Loon, finally pausing at the two horns on his head, as if contemplating something.
Van Loon felt uneasy, not knowing what would happen next. He tried to calm himself down, but the situation made it impossible. His eyes revealed a hint of desperation, hoping to evoke sympathy and understanding from The old wizard.
The old wizard squatted down with a serious expression, staring at Van Loon. Van Loon could feel the piercing gaze of the old man, each look cutting through his heart like a blade. His chest heaved rapidly, as if something heavy was pressing on his heart, making it difficult to breathe. He swallowed hard, trying to ease his nervousness, but his throat felt unusually constricted, almost making it hard to breathe.
Van Loon The fear in his heart was like a raging flood, surging and turbulent. He knew all too well that his The Eye of the Demon was of no use against the The old wizard before him, causing what little confidence he had to vanish without a trace. His heart pounded rapidly against his chest, each beat reminding him that the The old wizard before him could easily make him disappear with a simple spell.
His limbs felt weak, his muscles tensed to the extreme. He wanted to stand up, but his body seemed completely out of his control. He could feel every hair on his body trembling, while his eyes were fixed firmly on every move of The old wizard.
Suddenly, The old wizard raised both hands.
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