Ronan stood up from the ground, surveying the room before him.
On the wall he faced was a star map, which had previously caused him to have an illusion.
But upon closer examination, he discovered that the star map before him was merely a simple spell projection, with the wall behind the projection coarse and thin, indicating the identity and status of this body.
Ronan looked around, the room he was in was narrow and humble, akin to a tiny pigeon cage.
Aside from a narrow wooden bed barely half a meter wide, there was no other furniture, with two slightly different jars placed in the corner—one holding water, the other urine—and a few uneaten dry biscuits scattered in an iron basin.
The blurry star map projected on the wall was probably the most valuable thing in the room.
"First-level astrologer... registered disciple..."
