Stray

The confinement room was completely different from what the two imagined.

Speaking of confinement, the cell in the Withered Castle unexpectedly appeared in Oliver’s mind, and he calmly stuffed it back into the depths of his thoughts of while Nemo’s mind was full of the cobweb-covered storage room of the Light Orphanage. After creating trouble, Old Patrick would drag them by their collar and toss them in and they wouldn’t be allowed to come out until they had peeled all the potatoes.

The layout here was interesting. Except for the wall at the entrance, which was covered with portraits, the other three walls were full of books. The wall facing the door protruded inwards, forming a perfect arc. They quickly figured out the purpose of this thing. As long as the brass level next to it is pulled to the position engraved with a specific major, the curved book wall would slowly rotate, showing all the books related to the major.

The remaining two book walls were a bit special. One side was pure black like charcoal powder and the other side was pristine white. There was only one name on the monotonous spine of the book, followed by a line of fine print.

Nemo happened to be leaning on the white side. He took the book casually, and then found that it was not paper between the cover books, but a liquid, like mercury. He looked at it suspicious for a while and finally decided to open it.

The mercury-like liquid seemed to regain its gravity in an instant and slammed into the smooth floor with a bang. A silver-gleaming mist rose into the air, and a “person” appeared in front of Nemo. His face was very clear, but he didn’t reveal the lightest breath unique to life. The outline of the man shook occasionally, overflowing with colored mist.

It was an illusion.

The bearded man formed by the illusion was flushed. His gorgeous clothes seemed to be bulge by his stomach, and the buttons was stretched out in the next second. His gaze passed through Nemo and was cast into the void not far away with an enthusiastic smile all over his face. Nemo looked at the man up and down for a while. When the man’s illusion took a deep breath and looked like it was about to speak, Nemo snapped the book cover in his hand shut.

The illusion instantly disappeared. A silvery mist whooshed into the book cover and once again condensed into a quivering, metallic shimmering liquid.