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Mark approached the magic circle carefully, staring at the gem that was shining with strange light. The gem was irregular in shape and the size of a pigeon egg. It emitted a soft light, illuminating the entire room and dispelling the original darkness in the room. The runes around the gem were complicated and mysterious, emitting a faint fluorescence, like the stars in the night sky, flashing with light.

Mark carefully observed the runes around the gem, trying to find the pattern. He stretched out his finger and gently touched the rune. A cold touch came from his fingertips, making him shudder.

Albert walked to the cabinet in the corner of the room and stretched out his hand to open the cabinet door. The cabinet door made a harsh "creaking" sound, breaking the tranquility of the room. The cabinet was empty, with only a thick layer of dust, like a thin layer of snow covering it, silently telling the passage of time.

Albert reached out and brushed away the dust, revealing a smooth wooden board. There was a strange symbol engraved on the bottom of the wooden board. The shape of the symbol was complex and abstract, like a twisted creature, or a string of mysterious words. He memorized the shape of the symbol firmly in his mind, and then gently closed the cabinet door. The cabinet door made a harsh "creaking" sound again, which seemed particularly abrupt in the silent room.

Albert walked to Mark's side, pointed at the runes around the magic circle, and said solemnly: "These runes are a kind of sealing spell." When he spoke, his brows were furrowed, and his eyes were deep, as if he had penetrated time and space and saw the distant past.

"Seal?" Mark asked doubtfully. He raised his head and looked at Albert, his eyes full of confusion.

"Yes, the owner of the castle sealed this fragment and isolated the outside world from sensing this fragment. This can prevent others from finding this fragment," Albert explained. When he spoke, his tone was slow and clear, and every word was full of power, as if emphasizing the seriousness of the matter. He paused and added, "This sealing array probably seals the castle as well, otherwise we wouldn't have found this place through the stone slab. It seems that the goblins we met before are servants of the owner of this castle."

"Can we unlock the seal?" Mark asked, his tone was anxious, and his eyes were shining with anticipation. He couldn't wait to get this fragment.

Albert pondered for a moment, tapping his chin with his fingers, making a crisp sound, which was particularly clear in the silent room. "Perhaps, we need to find a spell or other token corresponding to this array." He said slowly, with a hint of uncertainty in his tone.

As Albert spoke, he began to look carefully for clues in the room, hoping to find a way to unlock the seal. He walked to the table, picked up a cup upside down on the table, and blew gently, and the dust flew, like a flying firefly in the dim light. He carefully checked every corner of the table, hoping to find some clues.

Mark also joined the search. He walked to the bedside, lifted the rotten bedding, and revealed the dusty bed board underneath. He gently brushed away the dust with his hands, hoping to find some useful information. The two carefully checked every corner of the room, hoping to find some useful information.

The air in the room was dull and depressing, filled with an old and corrupt atmosphere, which made people feel a little breathless. There was a faded portrait hanging on the wall, and the figure in the portrait was blurred, as if hiding some secrets. The sunlight outside the window shone in through the broken window, casting mottled light and shadow on the ground, swaying gently with the breeze, as if silently telling the passage of time.

Finally, Mark found a tattered book under the table. The cover of the book was already worn out, revealing the yellowed paper inside. He bent down, picked up the book, and gently blew away the dust on it. There was no text on the cover of the book, only a simple pattern, and the shape of the pattern was exactly the same as the symbol Albert saw at the bottom of the cabinet.

Mark opened the book and found some ancient spells and symbols in it. These spells and symbols were written in a language he had never seen before, but he could magically understand the meaning. He flipped through the book page by page, quickly scanning every symbol and spell, hoping to find the spell corresponding to the alchemy array.

Suddenly, his eyes stopped on one of the pages. There was a symbol recorded on this page, and the shape of the symbol was exactly the same as the symbol Albert saw at the bottom of the cabinet. Below the symbol, there was a line of ancient spells. "Albert, look!" Mark shouted excitedly, and he handed the book to Albert, pointing to the symbols and spells on it.

Albert took the book and looked at the symbols and spells on it carefully. His brows were furrowed, and his eyes flashed with a thoughtful light.

"It shouldn't be this!" He said uncertainly, "This rune is too different from the seal rune I know!"

"We'll know if we try it!" Mark said impatiently.

Albert nodded, "Okay!" Mark picked up the book and began to recite the spell on it. His voice was low and deep, and every word was full of power, as if awakening the dormant ancient power.