At least on the surface, the white crow who lived in Lockburg was respectfully treated as a guest, and the window of her room did have a view of most of the city. Even though it is a desolate city, it is still beautiful.

When Isis pushed the door open, the female mage was sitting on the windowsill and shaking her legs boredly. She didn't bother to maintain any elegant image when no one saw her - that was tiring, too.

"What's that?" she glanced at lazily, "the last meal before the execution?" seriously, you're carrying this kind of ...... The common people's gadgets look really stupid. ”

However, her grumpy dragon didn't blow up as soon as it used to. He came over and laid the basket on the delicate little round table by the window, and calmly told her, "Sackse...... Won't be coming back. ”

The crow's hand reaching for the basket paused slightly, and then picked and chose in it casually: "Your friend who is as soft as a dough probably doesn't have this ability...... Did he 'die' himself completely?"

"You knew what he was going to do?"

"What can I know?" the mage snorted, "do you think he really trusts me, and he wouldn't have found me if there wasn't anyone available...... But I have brains. ”

She tapped her forehead.

"A long time ago, when I was still on White Rock Island, he often looked like he had nothing to do and nothing to love. She pulled out the bottle and poured it into her mouth, her eyes gentle and silent in the light reflected by countless crystals.

She did hate the restraints of White Rock Island...... But he was indeed a glimmer of hope in her despair. She was actually quite happy when she knew that he also had a selfish, cold, hateful side - happy for him. In her opinion, it is better to have such dark but strong emotions than to have no desires and no desires, and the heart is like ashes.

What's the difference between that and outright death?

"What did he exchange for himself?" she asked, still wanting to know his end, "did his 'other half' actually admit it?"

Isis looked at her silently and did not answer.

The female mage suddenly reacted and couldn't help laughing, not knowing whether it was sarcasm or self-deprecation: "You don't believe him." ”

You never believed me.

Isse has no intention of denying it: "I just know how stubborn a dragon can be." ”

I don't know if it's nature or curse, but the long life never seems to have allowed any dragon to have a peaceful and indifferent character. They decide that it's hard to change something, and they never let go, whether it's love or hate. If Sachses allowed his soul, which had never fully fused, to split into the sun and the moon, he was almost certain that the half that belonged to the dragon would not be resigned to such a sacrifice.

He must have had something else in mind.

Ed had actually been in that world for a long time. He watched the rain moisten the earth, watched the sprouts emerge from the soil, he watched the sun and the moon alternate several times, and was sure that they had sustained the rules that must exist between heaven and earth...... He noticed the shadows that sprouted in the night, wandering silently in the newborn world, but wishfully dismissing them as the ghosts of the old world.

He didn't want to smear a little darkness on top of Saxes' sacrifice, he always preferred to see the light. It would not be bad if it gave him more courage and strength, but there will always be someone who will have to stare into the darkness for a longer time to see the danger.

"You're rightly worried. The crow was lazy, and the wine in the bottle was half gone.

She didn't want to ask any more, and she didn't want to say more. After all, what does all this have to do with her? Her life is actually coming to an end.

Iss could hear her perfunctory and sense her sudden indifference. All along, in front of him, this woman has never been afraid to show her truest side, whether it is good or bad, so, even if she calculates him...... Maybe more than once, he didn't have much dislike for her.

This sudden distance made him inexplicably uncomfortable.

"I ...... I haven't thanked you yet. He spoke, struggling because he wasn't good at it, "You've given us the right direction. ”

She pointed them to the right world.

The white crow suddenly leaned forward, and a face flushed with drunkenness approached him, smiling openly and coldly: "Let me guess what that unspoken sentence is—'Whatever your purpose is.'" 'Really?"

A faint smell of wine sprayed into Is's face. He frowned, didn't back down, just snatched the bottle from her hand without saying a word.

"It doesn't matter what your purpose is. He admitted, a little annoyed, but still calmly finished, "I should thank you for helping me...... Is there something wrong?"

In the end, he was still a little irritable. His suspicions were real...... But his gratitude is also real.

The crow was silent for a moment, giggling, laughing louder and louder.

"You really don't look like a dragon at all. The alienation, she said, was blown away like a mist by the wind.

"Do you know better than I know what a dragon looks like?!" Ise replied angrily. He really couldn't deal with such capriciousness, so he simply threw away all the pretenses, and when it was time to blow up, he still blew it up with confidence.

"So I guess it's not dragons that I like, but you. The mage smiled and tried to reach out and touch his head, even if he dodged it.

"Don't worry. She snatched back her wine as Isis stared at her vigilantly and awkwardly, still smiling: "It's just 'like'...... I'm old enough to be your grandmother. ”

Such a deliberate explanation only made Isis even more uncomfortable. Before he could get angry, the cunning mage got back to business: "If you want to ask me if he has any schemes, I can't give you an answer. But, lo and behold, you can look at the results first and put the 'purpose' aside. A small world like a magical landscaping only needs power to circulate for life to exist, but a larger one, large enough for a city or even a country to accommodate and even multiply, requires more powerful support. Trinine's Rose and ...... The sun and moon, the source of life and the source of power, when they are connected, are a triangle and a circle. Plus the world itself ......"

She casually draws simple shapes in the air, with four interconnected dots forming a regular and perfect shape: "It's quite a solid structure. So, as long as you can guarantee this 'stability' itself, some dangers will not happen. and ......"