After passing through a thin illusory curtain, what came into Director George's sight was a castle that was still under construction. A group of robot-like beings were constantly building a silver-white castle. From the outside, the silver-white castle under construction was simple and majestic, full of a magical style. It looked indestructible and occupied a large area.

There were green plants dotted around, and the armored man patrolling nearby looked very similar to the one who rescued him and his daughter, except that he was a little smaller and the decorative patterns were not as beautiful.

Where on earth is this place? Who on earth is this person? Why is there a castle under construction here? And the size of the castle is so huge, it doesn't make sense at all!

Chaotic and complicated thoughts kept flashing through Chief George's mind. He felt that the scientific education he had received since childhood was slowly collapsing. The scenes before him were completely beyond what he could accept.

There was a metal skeleton man holding a shovel, a humanoid creature made of mud, strange green plants, an armored man who could knead steel like plasticine, and the strange mysterious man in front of him who could make him fly with just a flick of his finger.

What on earth is going on?! Hiss~~~~ The pain from the wounds on his face and the injuries on his body woke Director George up from his contemplation. He turned his head and looked at his daughter who was floating beside him and had fallen into a coma, his eyes full of worry and concern.

He didn't know where this mysterious man wanted to take him and his daughter.

His fingers gently opened the holster, and the cold gun brought a little comfort to Chief George's uneasy heart. He understood that the gun might be of no use to this mysterious man, but having a weapon in hand always brought a tiny sense of security.

Taylor led George and his daughter into the first floor of the castle. Hawks did not go in but turned around and led other heavily armored knights to patrol nearby. He enjoyed doing this.

After entering the castle, George was enveloped by a quiet and peaceful atmosphere. He looked at the furnishings around him, which were simple, elegant and very artistic. There were animal specimens on the walls that he could not understand, and a gorgeous chandelier made of precious metals hung from the ceiling. The candles around him were burning all the time, but the candles did not get shorter after burning for a long time.

This place is full of splendor and mystery. It is full of artistic sense and at the same time gives people a sense of mystery. It makes people feel dazzled but not bored, without aesthetic fatigue, and the space is full of layering.

The spiral staircase in the middle and the carved railings on both sides of the stairs add a different layer of beauty to the interior of the fortress, as if it is a kind of symmetrical beauty or a three-dimensional beauty.

Tables, chairs and other wooden furniture all have intricate and beautiful patterns. The patterns on the wood itself are also gorgeous and extremely beautiful. Not far away there are rows of bookshelves filled with books. It can be seen that this mysterious man must be a studious person.

Taylor walked over to his animal skin sofa and sat down. He folded a corner of the book he hadn't finished reading next to him, and then, as if he had his own consciousness, he flew to a nearby bookshelf, found his own seat and flew in.

The injured Chief George and the unconscious Gwen were placed on two other sofas. Taylor waved his hand and two bottles of medicine appeared. The stopper of the first bottle of medicine loosened by itself and the liquid inside was divided into two streams. One stream was poured into Gwen's mouth, and the other stream of liquid began to heal Chief George's injuries together with the liquid from the other bottle of medicine.

Gwen woke up soon after drinking the potion. She opened her eyes and saw the gorgeous chandelier above her head, a table with beautiful patterns next to the sofa where she was lying, a strange and handsome young man, her father, and the artistic decorations around her. She was dumbfounded.

Gwen's memory was still at the moment when they overturned the car and she suddenly passed out, but when she opened her eyes now, she suddenly came to a luxurious residence. Everything around her seemed extremely unfamiliar to her. Only her father sitting next to her made her feel a little safe.

A puppet came here carrying a plate with a pot of tea and three cups on it. The puppet placed the cups in order, then picked up the teapot and poured the cups with light blue tea.

This is a kind of algae that is unique to the fishman plane. After being dried and then soaked in water, it has a spiritual effect. It tastes slightly bitter and has the taste of the sea. It is an everyday drink that can enhance spiritual strength.

Taylor picked up the tea, took a sip and put it back on the table. George and his daughter, who were sitting opposite him, looked at the blue tea in the cup in front of them and the few unknown plants floating in the air, and froze at the same time.

The water was light blue, and it didn't look like real water. What if it was poisonous? Director George frowned, raised the cup in front of him and put it down, raised it and put it down again. After thinking it over, he decided to put the cup back on the table and looked at Taylor and asked.

"Thank you for saving us. May I ask who you are?"

Gwen hugged her father's arm and leaned back slightly, trying to hide herself behind her father. George patted his daughter's hand gently. He tried his best to block Gwen and put on an attitude of being ready to die together.

There was a barely perceptible light in Taylor's eyes, and he used a very simple mental hint to let the father and daughter sitting opposite him lower their guard. Seeing that their expressions had eased a lot, he said.

"You can call me a wizard. My name is Taylor and this is where I live."

After a pause, Taylor continued, "If you hadn't overturned your car into my garden, I really wouldn't have bothered you. After all, if a police chief suddenly died in my garden, I wouldn't be able to live a peaceful life."

What Taylor meant was that if Chief George had not overturned his car into his garden, he would not have cared even if Chief George had died on the spot somewhere else.

"Well…………"

Chief George's mouth twitched. He thought the other party saved them for some purpose or out of goodwill, but he didn't expect that the other party was simply afraid of trouble and was afraid that his death in his garden would attract attention from other parties.

Taylor's words "wizard" caught Chief George's attention. Isn't wizard a profession that exists in myths or fairy tales? Could it be that wizards really exist, right in front of them? (End of this chapter)