The most powerful wizard in the magic world

The moonlight shines through the towering treetops, casting a shadow on Gerling's laboratory, which looks particularly dark and mysterious. The walls are covered with all kinds of strange scrolls, and the huge bookshelves are filled with heavy books, exuding an ancient atmosphere. The air is mixed with the aroma of dried herbs and burning incense, filling the entire space with a mysterious atmosphere.

Garlin stood in front of a large workbench, holding a glimmering crystal in his hand, his eyes focused and determined. Tonight, his goal was clear and bold - to use witchcraft to possess a raven to obtain the information he needed. Ravens, as a symbol of wisdom and mystery, are often seen as messengers to the unknown. Their eyes seem to be able to see through everything, and their light body allows them to easily fly over obstacles and obtain secrets that are difficult to reach.

He flipped open the ancient spell book and carefully searched for the spell about ravens. Suddenly, his fingertips touched a description, and the words exuded a long and mysterious atmosphere. "Use the soul as a medium, control a raven, listen to what it sees; even if it is thousands of miles away, it can still pass on the message." This is the spell he needs.

Gerlin began to chant the spell, his voice gradually rising, penetrating the silent night. As he chanted the spell, the crystal in his hand flashed a strange light. Gradually, a subtle energy gathered in the air, causing the surrounding light to distort. He closed his eyes, immersed in the summoning, and imagined a black raven flying in front of him.

In an instant, a raven of different shapes and colors suddenly appeared beside him. Its feathers were as dark as ink, and its eyes were shining with wisdom. Gerling felt a mixture of excitement and nervousness. He knew that this raven would carry his will and become a bridge for him to communicate with the outside world.

"Now, listen to my orders." He conveyed the command with his mind, and his voice penetrated the raven's consciousness like a whisper. The raven nodded slightly, as if it understood his intention. It then spread its wings and flew high, passing through the laboratory window and disappeared into the moonlit night sky.

In the quiet night, Gerlin waited quietly, his heartbeat echoing in his ears. He could feel the presence of the raven in his heart, soaring in the sky, overlooking the endless land, shuttling between the starry sky and the darkness. He saw everything it saw through the connection of his soul.

The raven flew through the sky, and the night covered the earth like a soft veil. The flapping of its wings was gentle and firm, sometimes passing over rivers, sometimes passing over forests, and crossing fields. Gerling's consciousness followed closely behind, his eyes lingering on its figure, as if he was in that free world, feeling its every leap and stop.

Not far away, the lights of the houses flickered in the wind, conveying the hustle and bustle and tranquility of the world. The raven flew over an open meadow and saw a small village with wooden houses scattered in an orderly manner and smoke rising slowly from the chimneys. An old woman was busy in front of the door, and several children were playing in the yard, and their laughter echoed in the air.

However, these beautiful pictures were not what Garlin was concerned about. His attention was focused on the forgotten castle in the distance, where countless secrets and legends were buried. The raven flapped its wings and flew high, reaching the top of the castle. Its dark outline looked gloomy and mysterious in the moonlight.

"The clues you need are behind that dilapidated door." He guided the raven in his mind, and the connection of souls seemed to synchronize his heartbeat with the raven's. Through its eyes, Gerlin saw that the courtyard of the castle was overgrown with weeds, and occasionally a few wild beasts could be seen wandering in the corners, vigilantly watching the arrival of others.

The raven landed lightly on the windowsill of the castle. Darkness enveloped the surroundings, and a low whimpering sound could be heard faintly. It carefully stepped over the windowsill, looking for the entrance. Gerling concentrated all his attention, trying to capture every moment.

He could feel the metallic smell in the air through the narrow gap. It was a long-lost secret waiting to be discovered and interpreted. The raven knocked on the wooden door of the castle with its sharp claws. A few crisp sounds broke the silence of the night. The door slowly opened, revealing a dark corridor.

The corridor exuded a rotten smell, and the walls were covered with dead vines, as if telling of the ruthlessness and desolation of time. The raven went deeper and deeper cautiously, investigating the deep corridor. Its eyes were like a bright lamp in the dark night, illuminating the secrets hidden in the shadows.

Gerlin held his breath and stared, feeling uneasy. Just when he was about to lose his patience, a light suddenly flashed before Raven's eyes. Through the dark corridor, he saw a faint fire flickering at a corner.

"Come closer and see what that is." He urged in his heart, the connection of souls made his will more in line with the raven's. The raven seemed to feel his heartbeat, and it approached the fire without hesitation, flapping its wings lightly and crossing the dark corridor.

When it came near the fire, Gerlin saw an old study covered in dust, with ancient books and scrolls on the walls. The flame was jumping out of an old candlestick, illuminating every detail of the room.

In the center of the study, there was a dusty wooden table with a few open books scattered on it. The handwriting was unclear, and they seemed to be records of studying witchcraft. On the wall next to it were a few ancient portraits. The faces of the people in the portraits were blurred, but from their eyes, one could feel the deep wisdom and secrets.

"This is what I want." Gerling was extremely excited, realizing that this might be the key to his search. As long as the raven came closer, he could bring back all these secrets.

However, at this moment, the door of the study suddenly made a dull sound, as if something was approaching. Raven twisted his body in surprise and heard quiet footsteps. Gerlin's heart suddenly lifted up, and he instantly felt a sense of crisis.

He strongly asked the raven to fly to the side, looking for a hidden place to avoid being discovered. At that moment, a figure appeared at the door. A mysterious figure in a robe could be vaguely seen, emitting a strong pressure. Gerlin held his breath and concentrated, feeling uneasy.

"Hurry, find the clues quickly." He urged in his heart. The connection of souls made him feel the tension and anxiety of the raven. But the raven seemed to understand his intention, and even spread its wings and flew high at this moment, hiding in the shadow of the roof, observing the mysterious figure.

"Who's here!" The robed man shouted in a low voice, with a sense of oppression in his voice. He walked slowly into the study, as if looking for something. Raven hid in the shadows, and although he was nervous, he still observed everything.

Gellin prayed in his heart, hoping that the raven could escape this disaster. He knew that every second that followed was crucial. The mysterious man slowly approached, and his eyes that saw everything scanned the darkness, as if he had noticed something strange. Gellin's heart was filled with tension, and he could only pray that the raven would not be discovered.

At this moment, the faint cry of a raven broke the tense atmosphere. The man in the robe suddenly turned his head, a trace of doubt appeared in his eyes, and then walked towards the direction of the sound. Gerlin's heart was lifted, he knew that the opportunity was fleeting.

"Now, take this opportunity to look for clues in the books!" he instructed anxiously in his heart.

The raven reacted quickly, moving lightly between the study and the ceiling, trying to find the scattered books. Gerlin's consciousness rippled with its movement, and the scene in front of him kept changing. The ancient books and records intertwined into fragments in his mind.

Finally, Raven found a tattered scroll, the edges of which were eroded by time, but the words were still clearly visible. It was about a legendary magic ritual that could reveal the secrets hidden deep in time.

"Catch it and bring it back to the lab!" Gerling's voice roared like thunder in his heart.

Without thinking, the raven flapped its wings quickly, picked up the scroll, and almost at the moment the robed man turned around, rushed out of the window again. The stars in the night sky twinkled, reflecting its free-flying figure.

Immediately, Gellin felt a powerful force connecting him and the raven tightly again. He saw the familiar laboratory again and felt the mysterious energy calling him. The raven quickly traveled through time and space and returned to Gellin's side.

The door of the laboratory closed with a loud bang, and Gellin felt relieved. He quickly took the scroll from the crow, and his heart was filled with tension and anticipation. He opened the scroll, and the handwriting illuminated his thoughts like warm sunshine, suggesting infinite possibilities in the future.

In the center of this vibrant painting, in the deep shadows, stands a chilling skeleton. It is a corpse in a black robe, seemingly forgotten by time, guarding this secret laboratory alone. The black robe is like a dark cloud, covering the skeleton's figure, revealing only two empty eye sockets, as if silently examining Gelling's soul.

As the raven's perspective gradually deepened, Gerling saw a black wooden table with several heavy books scattered on it. One of them was particularly eye-catching, with "Alchemy: From Basics to Essence" written in golden font on the cover. The edge of the book was worn, and the marks of time carved out the traces of years on it. Gerling's heart was filled with strong curiosity, and he wanted to reach out and read it, but was stopped by an invisible force.

The atmosphere in the laboratory suddenly became tense, and the vines swayed slightly, as if sensing some kind of uneasiness. Gerling's soul then realized that this place was not simply quiet, but hidden under the peaceful appearance was another deeper crisis.

It emits a warm glow in the darkness, reflecting the outline of the skull, as if looking for a home for its soul. Every pulse of this device resonates with the equally flickering red flower buds, like the rhythm of life interweaving with each other.

"What happened?" Gellin was confused. He wanted to explore the depths of this world, but the limitations of his consciousness, like the shadow of a black robe, trapped him and made him unable to move. But he knew that all this was not a coincidence, but a call of fate. The lingering sense of belonging drove him to uncover the mystery behind this laboratory.

As time passed, Gelling's attention turned to the books piled up randomly. They seemed to be shining with wisdom, attracting his thoughts. He realized that the existence of the skeleton was not accidental, but a witness to a great experiment. Perhaps this book could reveal its true intention.

Raven's perspective always remains suspended, making him feel that he is on the edge of being unreachable. But he can still feel that the pages contain not only knowledge, but also countless stories of joy and sorrow. A desire arises in Gerling's heart. He wants to master these forgotten secrets and explore the cause and effect behind the life of the skeleton.

The door of the laboratory was suddenly pushed open, and a figure slowly walked in. It was a woman in a gorgeous robe, with a pale face, as if she had experienced countless injustices and struggles. In her hand was a staff that shone with blue light, and every step she took seemed to be a fight against the world. The arrival of the woman broke the tranquility of the laboratory. The vines seemed to become more active as she approached, and the red flower buds also bloomed with dazzling colors.

Gerling's heart couldn't help but beat faster. His intuition told him that this woman was inextricably linked to this laboratory. Her existence might be the key to solving all mysteries. The woman looked around and was slightly startled, as if she sensed an unusual aura. Under her gaze, the black-robed skeleton seemed to emit a faint glow, responding to the familiar presence.

"You're finally back." The woman whispered softly, with a hint of complex emotions in her voice, as if she was reminiscing about the past. She slowly walked towards the black-robed skeleton, gently stroking the cold skull, tears flashing in her eyes.

"I have given so much for you, why don't you want to wake up?" Her words seemed to contain endless sorrow and helplessness. At that moment, Gerling could almost feel the pain in her heart. It turned out that the connection between this woman and the skeleton was not just a past experiment, but also an intersection of emotion and fate.

He wanted to get closer, to listen to her, but he was helpless. From Black Crow's perspective, Gerling was like an invisible observer, quietly feeling all this happening. Through the thin mist, he seemed to see the flow of time, tightly entwining the two of them, and the secrets hidden in the books were waiting to be revealed.

Taking a deep breath, Gerlin's thoughts gradually became clear, and he realized that he had to find a bridge to connect all of this. Whether it was the skeleton's past, the woman's regret, or the mystery of the alchemy book, they were all the key to his re-infiltration of this world.

At this moment, a flash of inspiration flashed through his mind, and Gerling decided to find a way to unlock the sealed secret in this mysterious space. His soul was no longer afraid, and began to gather energy, eager to gradually gain a new sense of existence, to touch the book about alchemy, and to unlock the shackles of time.