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By the warm fireplace, the satiated Van Loon felt a wave of unprecedented comfort and contentment. As the hay slowly digested in his stomach, waves of fatigue washed over him like the tide. His eyelids grew heavy, and all the weariness and stress seemed to dissipate in this moment. He lay by the fireplace, watching the dancing flames, feeling a strange calm and warmth in his heart. It was the first time since arriving in this otherworldly place that he had felt the warmth and peace of home. The flickering flames seemed to tempt him, urging him to let go of all caution and fear, allowing drowsiness to quietly take over.
The old wizard watched the Van Loon slowly fall asleep on the ground, feeling a surge of love and tenderness in his heart. He walked over to the Van Loon, gently picked up a soft blanket, and slowly covered the Van Loon with it. The blanket seemed to carry a magical warmth, and as it enveloped him, the Van Loon felt a warmth emanating from it, resisting the cold night breeze, making him feel incredibly comfortable and at ease.
The old wizard gently touched the head of Van Loon, his palm carrying a unique warmth and power, making Van Loon feel an unprecedented sense of peace and reassurance. The old wizard lowered his head and softly said to Van Loon, "Sleep, little one, with me here, nothing will happen." His voice was like a lullaby in the night, with a unique rhythm and warmth, bringing a deep sense of relaxation and comfort.
In the warm gaze and gentle words of The old wizard, Van Loon slowly let go of the tension and vigilance in his heart, allowing sleep to gradually take over. His heart was filled with a long-lost sense of peace and anticipation. He knew that with the kind The old wizard by his side, he could feel an unprecedented sense of safety and warmth. Under The old wizard's warm protection, he could finally release the fear in his heart and enter the realm of dreams. In his dreams, he seemed to return to the distant past, back to those familiar and warm days.
When Van Loon woke up from the sweet dreamland, he felt a long-lost comfort and ease, almost forgetting the fact that he was in a different world. Slowly opening his eyes, he felt the world in front of him becoming clearer. Through the window, the rising sun quietly poured into the small wooden house, illuminating every corner. This warm sunlight made Van Loon feel a long-lost warmth and hope.
He slowly got up, feeling the blanket on him slide down with his movements. That blanket had given him enough warmth and reassurance last night, allowing him to sleep soundly. He couldn't help but touch the blanket, thanking it for the warmth it brought him.
He turned to look at the extinguished furnace, where only a pile of cooled ashes remained. The warmth of the furnace from last night seemed to linger in his heart, making him feel a hint of warmth and comfort. However, when he saw the ashes, he couldn't help but feel the indifference and ruthlessness of the other world once again.
He scanned every corner of the small wooden house again, and everything was still in its place, without any changes, including the dry grass, medicine bottles, large pot, and artifacts, all quietly placed where they were before. But he quickly noticed something unusual, which was that the old wizard was gone. His kind and gentle appearance from last night seemed to still linger in the heart of Van Loon, and he couldn't help but worry about the whereabouts of the old wizard.
Van Loon waited in the old Magician's small cabin, filled with curiosity and a desire to explore the unknown. He began to wander around the cabin, finding many of the old Magician's belongings to be novel and mysterious to him.
The first thing that caught his attention was the herbs on the stove. He picked up some herbs and examined them carefully, only to find that they were all unfamiliar to him. Even those he had seen in the forest before, he had regarded as weeds and avoided. Now it seemed that these "weeds" had magical uses in the hands of the old Magician. He couldn't help but feel awe for the old Magician's knowledge and curiosity about the mysteries of this otherworldly place.
Later, his attention turned to the books on the old magician's table. He picked up a book and flipped through it, only to find that he couldn't understand the text at all. However, the drawings in the book intrigued him. There were hand-drawn pictures that seemed to explain some principles of magic. He carefully observed these drawings, trying to find some information that he could understand.
In one drawing, there was a blue droplet symbolizing magic, flowing throughout the entire body. Van Loon felt that this drawing seemed to describe the way magic flows within the body. Next to the magic, there was an arrow with a line of text above it, but he couldn't understand it. However, next to the arrow, there were several different magical symbols. Van Loon felt that these symbols seemed to be some basic magical symbols, but he didn't understand what they specifically represented.
Van Loon Carefully studying the instructions in the picture, slowly focusing attention on one's own body, feeling the flow of magic throughout the body. This feeling is completely different from the sensation previously generated solely by The Eye of the Demon, more like an unusual force constantly circulating within him.
Following the instructions in the picture, he diligently controls the flow of magic within his body. As time passes, he gradually feels that he seems to really be able to sense a new kind of power and can make this power flow through his body according to his will.
He looked back at the words in the picture again. Although he couldn't understand them, he guessed that they were probably indicating how to use a certain spell to guide and activate the power. Even though he couldn't understand the words, he could try to figure out how to use the spell through the pictures and his own intuition.
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