“...... The wind is blowing. Bangbu said confidently, "South wind." ”

When calm enough, he is always very sensitive to the changes of the weather, according to his own words, the cute little fuzz on his head can feel the faintest wind, and his delicate skin can distinguish the direction of the wind from the temperature of the air.

Although he sneered at his "delicate skin", Gichel never doubted his abilities. She looked around, and everything still looked like a mess, but there wasn't much they could do anymore. The "reinforcements" from Neo City were very unhappy that their movements were limited to the vicinity of the harbor, but they did their best, after all, whether it was towing the damaged ships back to Neo, or salvaging corpses and goods in the sea, they could collect a certain amount of remuneration from the owners of the merchant ships. The scattered priests were dragging their feet back to their specially arranged tents to rest in the Brie - in the name of their respective gods they were too embarrassed to ask for any more in the name of their respective gods.

More tents were erected in every clearing, not very neat, but they were very colorful, one on the left and one on the right, blooming like flowers in the ruins that had not yet been cleared, but showing an unyielding, exuberant vitality.

The Brie were never so easy to defeat.

In a short time, the wind picked up. The black ash flew everywhere with small pieces of wreckage, and people couldn't help but speed up their pace.

Gichel instinctively felt a little strange.

Although she didn't want to admit it, the half of the elven blood in her body made her perception of the world more acute than ordinary people - this wind came a little inexplicably.

"Bangbu!" she called back.

It's not that you don't trust your own judgment...... In this case, she always wants someone else to speak.

"Calm, calm. Bombu muttered. His nose fluttered, as if he wanted to sniff something out of the sudden wind.

But the wind lost its direction. Overexcited birds scurried around with the chaotic air currents, chirping non-stop......

Yes, excited. Bangbu thought he could tell the birds' emotions, and their flying and chirping were not out of fear. To tell the truth, because the sun was still shining around him, and the sky was clear overhead, although the wind rose strangely, even he, who had a sensitive and fragile mind and was very easily frightened, did not feel afraid.

As Bumbu tugged at his cute little fluff in confusion, Terry gasped and ran over.

His face was red from running, the freckles on his face were not so obvious, his round eyes were shining, and he looked as excited as the birds, and he almost flapped his wings and flew up.

But he just grinned and didn't say anything.

“...... So, is it a good thing?" Bombu guessed.

Terry smiled and nodded vigorously.

Gichel raised an eyebrow and walked away with her hands behind her back - all she needed to know was this.

But Bangbu was not satisfied.

"What a good thing!"

He circled around Terry, who obviously didn't want to answer, "Is it going to rain?...... I've heard that Tambur has played gold......"

Terry laughed and squinted to the south—he knew he was trapped in the maelstrom of time, that history had changed much more than he knew, and that what was happening here was the story he had heard, even though it should have happened in a different time and place.

He should be upset...... But in any case, that's a good thing.

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Ed knew there was a wind—the wind around him and within him.

The rolled blades of grass slammed on his face, scratching shallow scars, but he couldn't feel them at all.

"Control it. ”

The ice dragon's voice buzzed in his ears, like through the water: "If you don't want the people on this island to be almost burned to death and then swept up in the air." ”

Ed felt like crying.

Seriously, it wasn't a good idea, but he was easily convinced. Even if it's just to prove some of Is's ridiculous guesses, if that's true......

"Human beings are special. The ice dragon told him, "The whisperers are all human...... The dragon refuses to acknowledge their existence, but deliberately leaves behind a plausible lie to convince those who seek the secret that the whisperers possess natural strength because they have dragon blood in them. But in fact, this is not the case for every whisperer. ”

Anger the dragons...... And what they fear is the possibility that they are unwilling to accept - compared to the more "perfect" spirits, humans may not be purely created by God. At least part of them were born in this world...... Well, in all likelihood, they will be able to control the power of this world itself.

"Like a whisperer...... It's like a dragon. ”

The Ice Dragon's tone was calm with a hint of frustration and loneliness, but it set off huge waves in Ed's heart.

Felicity itself may be another proof of this. "The Ice Dragon said, "Possess two souls, and exist as a whisperer and a saint at the same time...... Whatever the source of her power, it is enough to show that you ...... Although short-lived and fragile, it bears the fewest shackles and has the most 'possibilities'. ”

"You may ...... is the real darling of this world. ”

It's hard not to be excited. Ed wasn't an easy person to be proud of—but he was still a human being.

So, at Is's instigation, he didn't hesitate for a moment before deciding to see if he could fill his empty bottle with something new.

However, it's not as easy as it sounds. He could indeed feel something...... But that's as hard to catch as the wind. And his mentor is really not very reliable.

"It's right there...... The power that is completely yours is one with your life and soul, without asking for anyone's gifts or exchanging anything...... But it's not entirely costly, especially if you continue to wander your mind, and death is a blink of an eye. ”

Ed listened silently, and felt seriously that with a good voice that was deep and persuasive, his ice dragon friend was really not a good teacher. It is hot-tempered, impatient, and accustomed to presenting worries as threats......

"Until then, I should probably freeze you to a lump first, so that Nalya has at least a corpse to bury!"

...... It will also be reported, with a small belly and chicken intestines.

He allowed himself to stop following the sound of the ice dragon, but the sound of the wind rolling up in the depths of his soul.

“...... Listen. ”

In a trance, he heard a familiar voice, unable to distinguish the gender, and it was difficult to determine which language it was, distant and ethereal, hoarse and vicissitudes, old and young.

He heard the sound of water in the wind, the faint chirping of birds in the sound of the water, the seeds falling into the earth, the dew dripping from the tips of the grass......

He hears the voices of the world, small and magnificent, weak and strong.