Witcher: I Can Extract Everything

They looked at each other in silence for a while...

"Long time no see!"

The same voice sounded in the corridor.

It was as if neither of them had expected the other. They were both stunned when the voice sounded.

Shirley was stunned on the spot, a little at a loss.

Heath walked over and greeted her with a smile. "Long time no see."

Shirley nodded and greeted him again, "Long time no see."

After that, she stopped talking.

As usual, the scene fell into an awkward silence. Shirley stared at him with her big eyes.

Heath sighed. 'I knew it...'

Feeling speechless, he said, "I came back to look for Witch Cassandra."

Shirley said, "Oh."

Heath said, "Then, shall we part ways here?"

Shirley nodded. "Yes."

Heath walked forward, but Shirley was still standing in the same place.

As if it was an illusion, he seemed to feel that she was a little depressed at the moment he passed by her.

It was not until Heath walked out for a while that Shirley, who was half a beat full, continued to walk.

Da da da da...

Da... Da da da...

Two footsteps were heard again. One was straightforward, while the other seemed to be a little slow.

After walking for a while, Heath seemed to have suddenly thought of something and suddenly stopped in his tracks.

He turned his head and shouted to Shirley behind him, "Tonight, we will hold a banquet at the Green Bamboo Hut. If you have time, come together!"

Shirley turned around with a puzzled look on her face.

Heath thought she didn't understand, so he repeated, "I said, we're having a party at the Green Bamboo Hut tonight. Ender, Jessica, and the others are coming. If you have time, come with us."

Shirley said, "Oh... Oh!"

She repeated it again and emphasized her ending.

The two of them parted.

Heath continued forward and came to the end of the long corridor in front of him.

There was a big door with an oil painting hanging on it. In the painting, there was a fat middle-aged man wearing a jazz hat and a red button-down shirt. He looked like a court etiquette officer. He exuded a flamboyant temperament.

Strangely, this painting was alive. At this moment, the fat middle-aged man inside was holding a small mirror and shining it back and forth.

This was Ghost Glennie. It was said that he used to be a noble of the sixteen kingdoms at the edge of the forest. A Wizard from the Shadow Tower went on a trip and he offended that Wizard. Therefore, he was made into a ghost and put in a photo frame to manage the door.

Heath walked over and said, "I'm here to see Witch Cassandra."

On the wall, Glennie was still looking at the mirror and said indifferently, "Do you have an appointment?"

Heath said, "No, tell her for me..."

Before he finished his words, Glennie snorted lightly and interrupted him with disdain, "No appointment? If you don't have an appointment, why are you telling me about your grandmother's false teeth?"

"The Wizard Master has such a noble identity. How can a nobody like you meet her just because you want to?"

Heath frowned.

He suddenly understood why this guy was hung on the wall.

He did not say any nonsense and just released a little of the Wizard power that he had deliberately concealed.

Wizard!

How powerful was that energy?

Even if it was just a little, it was still abnormally terrifying.

Glennie immediately felt a powerful spiritual force sweeping towards him like a tsunami.

Clang!

The small mirror in Glennie's hand dropped to the ground in fright.

He put his five fingers into his mouth and said with a trembling voice, "Wizard... Wizard..."

"Oh! My god! Wizard!"

He was shivering in the painting, lowering his head to the ground and begging repeatedly, "Wizard, Glennie knows he's wrong. Glennie is a b*stard. Please spare Glennie, Glennie won't dare to do it again..."

Was he so cowardly?

Seeing how interesting he was, Heath couldn't help but want to tease him.

But before he could do it, a voice sounded.

"Alright, you're already a Wizard, yet you're still making things difficult for a ghost. Don't you think it's beneath you?"

Heath immediately restrained himself.

The voice continued, "Glennie, let him in."

The Ghost Glennie felt as if he had been granted amnesty.

He hurriedly said, "Yes, I'll follow your orders, the Supreme Wizard Master."

"This Lord, please come in."

With a creak, the closed door finally opened to both sides.

After passing through the door, Heath came to a strange space.

At this moment, he was on a platform. In front of him was the center of the tower, and above it was the Wizard Master's room. However, this place was hollow. There were no stairs, no corridors, and nothing at all.

Moreover, there was a spell that forbade flying here. Once he entered this place, Heath felt that the flight runes were suppressed by some kind of power.

There were no stairs and he couldn't fly, so how could he go up?

Clack, clack, clack!

Just as Heath was surprised, the sound of wings flapping suddenly sounded from the horizon.

Then, he saw pieces of strange stone slabs flying up.

The appearance of these stone slabs was not much different from ordinary stone slabs. The strange thing was that they all had a pair of small wings, and there were mouths on the stone slabs.

The flying slates lined up in a long line and overlapped in front of Heath, forming a spiral staircase.

"Step on me!"

"Step on me!"

"Step on me!"

The slates let out cheerful shouts and warmly beckoned Heath to go up.

Heath did not stand on ceremony and immediately stepped on it.

After he stepped on the slates, these slates once again flapped their small wings rapidly. At the same time, the entire spiral staircase began to spin rapidly, bringing Heath along as it quickly zigzagged upwards.

In a short moment, Heath had already reached the top floor.

There was also a platform here, so he immediately walked up.

"See you!"

"See you!"

"See you!"

The stone slabs once again let out waves of shouts, and then they flapped their tiny wings and scattered.

Heath turned around to take a look.

'Is this a Flying Stone Slab? It was created by an ancient Wizard. So there really is such a strange creature...'

This was the first time he had seen such a stone slab.

Then, he continued walking forward.

There was only a very long corridor in front, and on both sides of the corridor stood metal armor.

It looked like an ordinary castle decoration, but Heath knew that it wasn't. These were genuine alchemy puppets, and each of them had extremely strong combat power. When gathered together, even a Wizard like him would feel a chill down his spine.

Heath couldn't help but feel a little apprehensive.

'Such a colossus, were they really defeated just because of a three ring scroll?'

As his thoughts ran wild, he walked through the corridor.

At the end of the corridor was a huge door. On one side of the door hung a stone tablet with the words 'Wizard Master's Room' written on it.

When Heath came to the door, the door creaked and opened on both sides...