Seeing Hope jump down without saying a word, Carl quickly explained his use.

This was what he had been thinking about when he was picking up those classic and fashionable little pieces of junk in the cleaning room. Those things were the materials for casting spells.

Holding the wrench as a magic weapon, Carl sat on the ground, concentrated his attention and began to meditate.

Karl vaguely felt that the spirituality of his soul had reached a certain requirement, and he knew that he could be promoted to a level 2 machinist.

Without hesitation, he mobilized his spiritual power directly towards the spiritual core that carried his profession as a machinist.

Without any obstacles, with a sense of satisfaction emerging from the depths of his soul, Carl became a level 2 machinist.

It took another two minutes for Carl to replace the two first-level spells he had prepared with Feather Fall and Longslide.

Both of these spells are used for escape, and can greatly increase the possibility of Carl and Hope escaping.

Carl opened his eyes again, stood up, took out a ball of fluff from his pocket, and said to Hope below: "I'll say one, two, three, and we'll jump down together."

"one two three!"

Following the command, the two men jumped almost at the same time. Carl made a few gestures with his fingers extremely quickly, and the fluff in his hands turned to ashes. His and Hope's falling bodies suddenly became light.

The two of them slowly "floated down" like pieces of paper. Hope seemed to be experiencing this for the first time and even did two somersaults in mid-air.

Soon, the two landed smoothly on the rocks at the bottom of the tunnel.

The tunnel on the last level looks extremely dark, making one wonder if it is connected to an underground city.

In order to move forward without smearing, Carl performed a magic trick and then tapped the rivets on his armor with his fingers.

The rivets suddenly emitted a bright light, illuminating an area about 10 feet ahead.

"Magic is really convenient!"

Witnessing this miraculous effect once again, Hope whispered to himself with envy.

"You've never teamed up with a spellcaster before?"

The overall civilization of Eberron has approached the level of Carl's previous life in the 19th century. The magic and magic props here are very common, and ordinary people can afford them if they save money for a while.

So after seeing Hope's reaction, Carl always felt that the other party's performance was a bit exaggerated.

"Zhoam is in chaos. The powerful ones either go out to become mercenaries or enslave the ordinary people of Zhoam. Those who have the ability to cast spells are all high and mighty. How can I be qualified to team up with them?"

Although the words were said in a humble manner, Hope's tone was full of mockery.

"That's good. At least you got out. If we escape, would you like to come back to my hometown with me? Our Eruden Plains is recognized as the most peaceful place in Khorvaire."

"You're from the Eludon Fields?"

When Hope heard about Carl's hometown, a gleam of light seemed to burst out of his eyes.

This made Karl subconsciously take a half step back. Until he was sure that the other party would not pounce on him, he hesitated and asked:

"What's wrong with the Eludon Fields?"

“No problem!”

Hope grabbed Carl's hand. She no longer had that cold feeling as before. Instead, she was as excited as a loyal Harry Potter reader who was about to go to Hogwarts.

Carl's hometown, the Eluden Fields, is an area managed by a druid society, and the most powerful druid on the continent of Khorvaire is the spiritual leader here.

The agriculture and animal husbandry here are extremely developed, providing high-quality and low-cost agricultural products to most parts of the continent.

After taking a few deep breaths, Hope placed his hands on his chest and calmed himself down.

“My dream is to buy a piece of farmland in the Eruden Plains one day and live a peaceful and stable life there.”

"If possible, I would also like to become a druid apprentice!"

Hearing Hope's dream, Carl patted her shoulder.

Tieflings are a race that is easily discriminated against in Eberron because their blood comes from the devil.

For those kind-hearted tieflings who do not want to go along with the evil, the best place to go is the Eludon Fields.

Druids are extremely tolerant of all races, provided that you do not have any evil thoughts and are willing to be close to nature.

"Let me make it clear first. Life in the Eludon Wilds may not be as wonderful as you imagine. Everyone has to work. Although the druids will guide people in farming and grazing, they will not allow you to expand the scope of the fields and grazing because that will destroy the balance of nature."

Seeing Hope's fascinated look, Carl poured a bucket of cold water on her.

People always have certain fantasies about things they don't understand.

"What are you talking to a man who not long ago was stuck in a quagmire and had to live with his head tied to his belt every day?"

Seeing that the other party was adamant, Karl didn't say much.

Many people think that life in the Eruden Wilderness is idyllic, but once they experience it for a few days, they can't stand it.

"Okay, let's go ahead. If we both get killed here, there will be no future."

Sighing, Carl walked forward.

Hope followed him closely, asking questions from time to time such as "Why don't you become a druid?" "I heard that the maple syrup in Red Leaf Township is the best in the entire continent." "I heard that you use giant eagles to deliver messages over there?" and so on.

After chatting idly, the two finally reached the deepest part of the tunnel.

"Is this... a ritual site?"

Standing at the end of the tunnel, Carl looked at the hemispherical cave in front of him and felt a little unsure for a moment.

There were thirteen stone pillars arranged in a circle in the cave, carved with words that the two men could not understand.

But apart from these, there are no openings leading to the outside world.

But the direction of the air flow is indeed here. Standing at the interface between the tunnel and the cave, the two can even feel the breeze on their faces.

"Could it be that some spell from the school of illusion was cast?"

"Impossible. That mind flayer only possesses psychic powers. I witnessed with my own eyes the battle in which he started the rebellion in Greywall City. When he was about to die, he did not even cast a spell."

"That's strange, it can't be these stone pillars..."

Carl stretched out his hand, touched the stone pillar, and was about to express his opinion, but when his fingers touched the words on the stone pillar, a stream of spiritual energy flowed into his body from the words on the stone pillar.

Karl felt a sudden pain in his head and fell to the ground.

"What’s wrong with you?"

Hugging Carl, Hope anxiously asked about his condition.

But Carl's condition did not improve at all, but instead became worse.

At this moment, deep in Carl's brain, the Mind Flayer larvae, which had been inactive since entering his body, was struggling constantly.

After parasitizing Carl, it temporarily stopped functioning because it was unable to read the massive amount of alien information in Carl's past life memories.

Originally, as long as it was given time to digest slowly, and wait for it to grow a little more by absorbing Carl's nutrients, it would be able to read Carl's memory bit by bit and complete the transformation.

But the spiritual power released by those strange words awakened the mind flayer larvae from their dormancy.

As it woke up, Carl's memories of the other world in his previous life once again flooded the mind flayer larva like a flood.

Now, this mind flayer larva is like a mining card taken by an unscrupulous businessman for mining, unable to withstand the infusion of massive amounts of information from other worlds.

To make matters worse, the text on the stone pillar was the psychic language of the mind flayer race, which was also a "compressed package" containing compressed information.

It was already overwhelmed and was stimulated by the psychic energy carrying the spiritual information, just like an old laptop computer that was already running to its limit and was given a decompression task.

So... after the last round of intense psychic energy release, the CPU of this mind flayer larva burned out.

(End of this chapter)