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The air in the room began to flow, the runes on the magic circle emitted a dazzling light, and the gem in the center of the room also emitted a strong light, beating like a heart. The light became stronger and stronger, and finally enveloped the entire room in a white light.

The strong light stimulated the eyes of the two people. Mark instinctively covered his eyes, and Albert squinted his eyes, trying to observe the changes through his fingers.

After the white light dissipated, the gems and the magic circle disappeared, leaving only an empty room. There was a faint white powder on the floor, and a strange fragrance filled the air, like some ancient spices, and like some strange flower fragrance. Then the whole room began to shake violently, cracks appeared on the walls, and dust and gravel fell one after another, making a "rustling" sound.

"Not good!" Albert's face changed suddenly and he exclaimed.

Mark also realized that something was wrong. He grabbed Albert's arm and said, "Go!"

The two immediately rushed out of the room and ran along the corridor. When they ran to the hall, they found that the portraits in the hall began to distort and deform. The characters in the portraits seemed to come alive, making hoarse cries, like the demons of hell wailing. The paint on the portraits peeled off, revealing the rotten wooden boards underneath, and a pungent musty smell filled the air. The two did not dare to stop and immediately ran towards the exit of the castle. Along the way, gravel and wooden boards kept falling from the ceiling, making a loud "boom boom" sound. The ground also began to shake violently, as if it would collapse at any time.

Mark and Albert finally jumped out of the castle from the gap they had entered before. The two fell awkwardly in the weed-covered courtyard, covered with dust and dirt.

They looked back and the castle began to collapse, making a deafening roar. The towering walls collapsed like dominoes, stirring up dust all over the sky. In the end, the entire castle was reduced to ruins, leaving only broken walls and smoke all over the sky.

"Ahem..." Mark coughed a few times and spit out a mouthful of dusty saliva. He struggled to stand up, patted the dust on his body, and stared at the ruins in front of him with a dull look, as if he had not recovered from the thrill just now.

Albert also got up from the ground. He was pale and breathing rapidly. He was obviously frightened. He reached out to hold the broken wall beside him and tried to stand firm. His eyes were full of fear.

"Fortunately, we ran fast..." He said with lingering fear, his voice trembling a little.

Mark turned his head to look at Albert, with a hint of doubt in his tone, "What's going on? Why did the fragments of the holy stone disappear?"

Albert shook his head, "The spell just now is definitely not the spell to break the seal."

He paused and added, "Maybe we should find the goblin and ask it clearly."

He looked up at the sky. The originally clear sky was now overcast, as if foreshadowing the coming storm.

Mark looked around and found that the goblin was hiding not far away and secretly watching them.

It hid behind a sturdy oak tree, revealing only half of its green head and a pair of small dark red eyes that rolled around. It held the simple wooden stick tightly in its hand, and its body trembled slightly, as if it was afraid of being discovered.

The appearance of the goblin made Albert's heart tremble, and he immediately became alert.

"It seems that our previous guess was correct. There is indeed something wrong with this goblin." He whispered to Mark with a hint of vigilance in his tone.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, staring sharply at the direction where the goblin was hiding, trying to see the goblin's every move. The light in the woods was dim, and the shadows of the trees were mottled. The goblin's figure was particularly blurred under the shade of the trees, making it difficult to capture.

Mark followed Albert's gaze and saw the goblin hiding. He clenched the slate in his hand, and the slate emitted a faint fluorescence, illuminating his resolute face.

"Let's go over and take a look." Mark said, and walked towards the direction where the goblin was hiding. He walked steadily, his eyes were firm, and there was no hesitation. Albert followed closely behind, and the two of them approached the goblin slowly, one in front and one behind.

As the two got closer, the goblin seemed to sense danger, and it poked its head out from behind the tree, looking around vigilantly. Seeing Mark and Albert coming, it screamed in fear and turned to run away.

"Stop!" Mark shouted sharply, and at the same time quickened his pace and chased after the goblin. His voice echoed in the silent woods, startling a flock of flying birds.

The goblin was frightened to death when he heard Mark's shout, and it ran desperately, its figure shuttled through the woods like a frightened rabbit.

Mark and Albert chased after it, they pushed aside the dense bushes, stepped over the fallen tree trunks, and quickly chased the goblin. The goblin ran very fast, but Mark and Albert were faster. Just as he was about to catch up with the goblin, Mark suddenly reached out, grabbed the goblin's arm, and pulled it back. The goblin screamed in terror and struggled desperately, but Mark's hand was like an iron clamp, holding it tightly, making it unable to move.

"Don't run!" Mark said harshly, with a hint of majesty in his tone.

The goblin was caught by Mark and trembled with fear. It looked at Mark with fearful eyes and mumbled something in its mouth, but neither Mark nor Albert could understand its language.

Albert walked up, squatted down, and looked at the goblin carefully. The goblin's skin was rough, like cracked bark, covered with bumps and scars. Its bare arms and thighs were covered with sparse hair, and it looked skinny. It was wearing tattered straw sandals, revealing dirty toes.

Albert took out a sparkling gem from his pocket and shook it in front of the goblin. The goblin's eyes lit up, and his greedy eyes stared at the gem tightly, and saliva flowed down the corners of his mouth.

Albert put the gem away, pointed at the collapsed castle, then pointed at the goblin, and then made an inquiring gesture. The goblin seemed to understand what Albert meant. It nodded and pointed in a direction. "Where is it taking us?" Mark asked.

"Maybe it's the hiding place of the castle owner, or the place where the fragments of the holy stone disappeared." Albert guessed.

"Then let's follow it and see." Mark said, and then he let go of the goblin's hand. After the goblin was free, it immediately ran in the direction it pointed. Mark and Albert followed closely behind, and the three of them disappeared into the dense jungle one after another.

The goblin took Mark and Albert to a hidden cave. The entrance of the cave was hidden in the dense bushes. If it weren't for the goblin leading the way, they would have found it difficult to find this place. The goblin pointed at the cave and made an inviting gesture, motioning Mark and Albert to go in.

Mark and Albert looked at each other, and then walked into the cave carefully. The cave was dark, and the air was filled with a damp and musty smell. Mark took out the stone slab, and a soft light emanated from the stone slab, illuminating the interior of the cave.

At the end of the cave was a small stone chamber. In the center of the stone chamber, there was a stone bed, on which lay a short, haggard old man. The old man closed his eyes, breathing weakly, and seemed to be dying. "Who is he?" Mark asked.

"He should be the owner of this castle." Albert guessed. Albert walked up and gently pushed the old man. The old man slowly opened his eyes, looked at Albert with turbid eyes, and uttered a weak voice: "Who... are you?"

"Old man, we have no ill intentions, we just want to ask you about the fragments of the holy stone." Albert said gently.

When the old man heard the words "holy stone fragments", a gleam of light flashed in his eyes. He struggled to sit up, looked at Albert, and said weakly: "You... are you here to find the holy stone fragments?"

Albert nodded.

The old man sighed and said slowly: "Have you been to the castle?"

Mark nodded and said: "The castle has collapsed."

The old man looked at Mark and Albert, then at the goblin next to him, hesitated for a moment, and finally said: "The fragments have disappeared in..." The old man suddenly stopped breathing, his body limply fell on the stone bed, his eyes closed, and never opened again.

"Old man!" Mark exclaimed, and hurried forward to check.

Albert also walked up, stretched out his hand to feel the old man's breath, shook his head, and said: "He is dead." "He hasn't finished telling where the holy stone fragments are hidden!" Mark's tone was a little anxious and annoyed.

Albert sighed, "It seems that we can only look for it ourselves."

He looked around and his eyes fell on the goblin, "Maybe it will know something."

The goblin huddled in the corner, looking at Mark and Albert, his eyes full of fear.

Albert walked forward, squatted down, looked at the goblin, and said gently: "Can you take us to find the fragments of the holy stone?"

The goblin hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded.

"Lead the way." Albert said.