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The old wizard raised his hands high in the air, appearing particularly eerie in the dark forest. The cold moonlight filtered through the leaves, casting The old wizard's shadow on the ground, creating a strange scene. Van Loon was overwhelmed with fear, his thoughts seemed frozen, leaving only resignation and acceptance of death. His body trembled slightly, as if he could feel the icy hand of death approaching in the cold night.
His breathing became increasingly rapid, each expansion and contraction of his lungs became unusually difficult. Every breath seemed to be a scream, but the sound was suppressed by fear, rendering it inaudible. His mind was filled with flashes of his experiences in this strange world, each scene causing him immense pain. He harbored too much regret, too many unfinished matters, but the dire situation before him left him unable to break free.
Van Loon's heart was pounding like a drum, echoing in the silent forest. He could feel time slowing down at this moment, with each second feeling like a long century. His life seemed to stagnate at this moment, waiting for an unknown judgment.
Just when Van Loon thought he was going to die in this mysterious forest, The old wizard's actions completely stunned him. The old wizard suddenly put down his hands and gently and rhythmically rubbed the fur on Van Loon's belly, with a satisfied and joyful smile on his face. He happily murmured, "What a good pet, so cute!"
Van Loon was completely stunned and couldn't understand The old wizard's reaction. His heart was still filled with the fear from earlier, but now mixed with a hint of confusion and surprise. The tension in his heart suddenly loosened, but he still found it unbelievable. He didn't know how to react, so he could only lie quietly on the ground, letting The old wizard continue to stroke his fur. Besides astonishment, there was also a hint of anticipation for the future in his heart. What kind of changes would this strange The old wizard bring to his life in this strange world?
The old wizard's actions made Van Loon feel both embarrassed and helpless. It was as if he was holding a beloved treasure, stroking Van Loon's fur while passionately holding him in his arms. Van Loon could feel the rough stubble on The old wizard's face rubbing against his own, causing a slight stinging sensation each time, but it wasn't entirely unpleasant. This unusual intimate contact between a person and a dragon made Van Loon feel somewhat at a loss. He had never imagined that one day he would become a sheep so cherished by a person.
Van Loon is filled with contradictions and anxiety. He wants to communicate with The old wizard, to tell him his true identity and purpose. But every time he tries to speak, he can only make the sound of a sheep. This sense of powerlessness makes him feel incredibly frustrated and deeply hopeless. A bitter taste rises in his heart, but he doesn't know how to express it.
The old wizard holds him and asks in confusion, "How did you, little one, end up here?" His voice is full of curiosity and kindness, but to Van Loon, every word feels like a mockery of his incompetence and powerlessness. Van Loon's heart is torn, but he can't make any response.
Van Loon tried once again to answer, wanting to tell The old wizard about his origins and purpose, to share his misfortunes and hopes. But all that came out was another helpless bleat, a deep sense of helplessness and regret weighing heavily on his heart. A glint of tears welled up in his eyes, but he forced them back.
It seemed that The old wizard did not perceive Van Loon's pain, still happily stroking the creature's fur as if enjoying an intimate moment with this special sheep. Van Loon felt a mix of emotions within.
The old wizard gently helped Van Loon to stand up, allowing him to feel the freedom in his body. Finally released from The old wizard's warm embrace, Van Loon breathed a sigh of relief. However, his heart was still filled with helplessness and frustration. He couldn't express his feelings to The old wizard and could only look at him with powerlessness.
Then, The old wizard turned to look at the dark and mysterious forest around them, seemingly contemplating something. He muttered to himself, "Poor little fellow, being driven out of the flock of goat all alone..." Upon hearing this, Van Loon felt a wave of confusion and regret in his heart once again. He wanted to explain, to tell The old wizard about his true identity and experiences, but when he tried to speak, all that came out was a feeble bleat. His sense of helplessness left him feeling deeply despondent.
The old wizard seemed completely unaware of Van Loon's struggle. He walked to the door and gently opened it. Then he turned around and gently patted Van Loon's buttocks, gesturing for him to go in. His voice was full of love and care as he said to Van Loon word by word, "Go in and rest well."
Van Loon could only obediently walk into the room; he had no other choice. His heart was filled with various emotions - helplessness, loss, and a hint of gratitude. He knew The old wizard meant no harm, but he couldn't express his feelings and could only silently accept his kindness.
Van Loon stepped into the small wooden house and was immediately drawn to the atmosphere inside. The interior of the small wooden house was very warm and peaceful, forming a sharp contrast with the cold, dark forest outside. The air inside the house was filled with the aroma of dried herbs, fresh and pleasant. He saw all kinds of herbs hanging from the ceiling, placed on wooden shelves, and even piled on the floor, freshly picked. The mixture of these herbal aromas created a unique and comfortable scent, making one feel calm and peaceful.
In addition to the herbs, the small wooden house also contained various mysterious potions and a large cauldron. The bottles of potions were of various kinds, some with transparent bodies, containing brilliant colors of liquid inside; others with dark bodies, containing deep and mysterious liquids. The large cauldron was placed next to the fireplace, with some mortars and millstones for grinding herbs nearby. These utensils exuded a strong ancient and mysterious atmosphere, making Van Loon feel as if he had stepped into an old wizard's study.
The warmth of the fireplace is the soul of the entire small wooden house. A gentle flame burns in the fireplace, with the fire occasionally leaping and illuminating the entire interior. The firelight leaves warm shadows in every corner of the wooden house, transforming the originally dark and damp small wooden house into a cozy and comfortable space. The warmth of the flames dispels the chill from Van Loon and relaxes his mood slightly. He feels a hint of safety and comfort, experiencing the warmth of home for the first time since arriving in this strange world.
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