In the darkness, that little bit of light faded away.

But there was still a glimmer of light left on the ice wall, where Ed carved a line of words:

"I closed the crack...... Be careful. ”

Perhaps because he was worried that he would not understand, the words were engraved upside down, so they looked extremely ugly. The light of magic flowed through the earthworm-like writhing lines, fading away.

The ice dragon closed its eyes and curled up again.

He left. There was a small voice in the bottom of his heart, low and ethereal, as if mocking, or perhaps uneasy: "Look, you are not that important. ”

It was his voice, not his...... No, that's his own voice.

He had only one soul, he wasn't Felicity, he didn't have any siblings who weren't born, and he wasn't Saxis, the life that shouldn't have been born was forcibly created by magic...... Dragons and elves could not produce offspring at all, and the bloodlines that could not be fused gave birth to two completely different souls.

And he was a dragon from beginning to end...... He has only one soul.

He may be too human, but this is who he is, and his twenty years of life and memories have shaped him into what he is now. He wasn't happy with himself...... He wasn't strong enough, but he wouldn't allow the memories he inherited to twist him beyond recognition, and he wouldn't allow himself to spiral out of control again.

He is the absolute master of this body.

And until he can do it, he'd better stay away from his friends.

“...... Didn't you find him?"

Bangbu looked behind Ed and even in his hand, unable to hide the disappointment on his face: "Isn't he there?"

Ed was silent. Terry looked at him cautiously, and instinctively looked up to Bertram for help.

"Go see your father. Bertram walked over and warned Bomb to shut up with his eyes, "Or...... Mistress Stobel is asking Strey about the Necromancer, if you want to hear it......"

Ed nodded.

Bertram took him to the cabin where Strey was temporarily held, and thoughtfully left him alone outside the door. Ed listened to the other side of the thin door, the two mages testing each other back and forth, two of the three sentences meaningless, and suddenly he was so angry that he just wanted to blast a hole in the plank.

His hands clenched and released, and he finally turned away silently.

Bertram placed Riveringle in his room. It was the most comfortable cabin on the entire ship, kept extremely neat and tidy, more like a knight than an adventurer.

Ed leaned against the door, staring at River in a daze. The man sat quietly in his chair, his eyes motionless at a certain point in the void...... It looked like Sercio when he brought him back to Limestone Castle.

He couldn't get the boy out of time...... He also failed to rescue his father in time.

The weight of the choked chest kept him from breathing.

There was the sound of shredded footsteps coming and going outside the door. He endured it for a while, slammed open the door, and the little mage who was hovering outside the door widened his eyes in fright, and subconsciously turned around to escape, but after escaping two steps, he retreated back in a sloppy manner, and comforted him clumsily: "He'll be fine." ”

Ed stared at him closely, trying to see if it was just a casual reassurance, or if it was true that he really knew.

Terry bowed his head deeply under his sharp gaze, and only after a moment did he speak, "Your father...... He lived well for a long time. ”

Relieved, Ed was shocked at what he had done, knowing the danger, but still forcing the little mage who inexplicably admired him to say the future he couldn't say.

"Also, the dragon," perhaps forced to a certain boundary, the little mage simply put aside his "can't say", and began to break the jar and gush: "He has lived well for a long time, he ......"

"Enough!" Ed could only stop him, "Enough...... I'm sorry. ”

“...... Also...... It's nothing. Instead, Terry blushed and shrugged his shoulders with ease, "Look, I'm still here." I didn't reveal anything important, so I thought it should be fine. You said that the rules of time are a mystery, and the devil knows it......"

He stopped, silently covering his mouth.

Ed finally couldn't help but smile.

He still had many questions, but he could no longer ask them. For a moment they looked at each other, and neither of them knew how to continue the conversation.

Fortunately, it didn't take long for Bertram to hurry up and tell him, "There's news." ”

There are no necromancers in the Black Sails. Their abilities are far less helpful to the pirates than the trouble that comes with taking them in. Nine toes are not stupid, there is no need for him to offend the ** master tower for this. But not long ago, it was true that a strange mage had appeared in the Hill of Hopelessness, and if it weren't for Stobel's repeated questioning, and even the use of spells, Stray really didn't seem to remember such a person.

"An old man. "Like a scholar." That's all Stray can remember. ”

The blood on Ed's face faded in an instant.

Jay Ilan. He's alive...... Of course he's still alive.

Remorse and anger burned his mind blank. After being deceived, imprisoned, and used again and again, he was stupid enough to work with that old mage...... He should have killed him when he had the chance!

But when he thinks about it, he never seems to have that opportunity.

When he said that name, even Stobel's expression became extremely solemn.

"I've heard of him. "In fact, he was an apprentice to the ** Shita, but he didn't stay long...... Gone even before he started working on necromancy. His strength is innate, like the legendary whisperer, that power is coveted, and he is very intelligent...... After discovering this, it quickly disappeared. ”

Most of the results of staying in the tower are to become a test specimen of a mage, and if you are lucky, you can still have the name of a "disciple" to survive, and if you are unlucky, you will be like those little demons trapped in the magic circle, and you will be a prisoner until you die, and even every fragment of the corpse will be refined in various potions.

“...... You call the ** division tower like hell. Bertram touched the back of his neck. He is also well-informed, and he listens a little hairy.

Stobel smiled wryly. He would be so honest in revealing the darkness hidden under the tower in front of outsiders, even he was a little surprised.

But...... He's backed down long enough. If the darkness born of endless greed is allowed to grow, the tower built by Santo, the stone shaper, to explore the mysteries of this world and pass on knowledge and power, will one day be completely destroyed.

"I will try to meet the Master of Verona in the Tower. He told Ed, "I wonder if you'd like to go with me." ”