"You know," said Filly, "you're worse than Sean Frecher. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info"

“...... Is it. Scott replied.

Fili glared at him, and what little patience he had left was instantly exhausted. If it weren't for being pressed by Xiaobai, he would definitely be uncontrollably punched in that crazy calm face. He had known Scott for more than twenty years, not without arguments, but he had never felt so depressed and powerless as he was now—standing in front of him, this familiar stranger, completely incomprehensible and unable to communicate.

"In any case, it doesn't matter. Scott said.

Filly laughed angrily.

"Okay. He said, "So, Lord Sage, what do you think is 'important'?"

Scott frowned again - the muscles on his face seemed to make such simple expressions that the confusion and gloom that swept through his eyes seemed to Filly to be just his own imagination.

"Wait. He said.

The paladin watched in disbelief as he suddenly turned away, and finally couldn't help but scold: "What the hell is wrong with you?!"

He tried to push Xiaobai off him, chased after him and punched the disgusting face of the dead man with his due expression, but Xiaobai seemed to think that he was playing with it, and threw the big soles of his feet over and slapped him in the face lightly.

As he angrily and helplessly twisted with the white leopard, someone pushed the door open.

“...... You look in good spirits. Allen said.

“...... Did you see that guy?!" Fili snapped as he dodged the white leopard's rough tongue, "What the hell is that! Is that Scott?!"

"Isis said he was. Alan replied, "Although it is true that something is wrong. ”

"Is it only 'a little'?!" Filly growled.

"Speaking of which, what did he do wrong?" replied Alan with a wry smile, "he killed the people who should be killed, he found you, he saved you...... It's just that there are things that he doesn't do in the way we know and can identify with, and he loses his enthusiasm and kindness, anger and joy...... It's like all his due feelings have been swallowed up by something, and all that's left is the simplest judgment of right and wrong and the calculation of how to achieve his goal in the most direct way, which makes him look like a puppet - doesn't it?"

“...... Isn't that bad enough?!" Filly continued to growl.

"It's bad. Alan sighed, "But it's not something that can be solved in a moment. Filly ...... You've got to tell me what happened. ”

“...... What?" Filly was a little stunned for a moment—and then suddenly his whole body was tightly captured by intense fear, "Ed and the little king......"

Frederick was unscathed, but could scarcely utter a complete sentence. "Allen said," Ed ...... We didn't find Ed at all. ”

.

Ed once felt that flying through the sky on the back of a dragon was the most beautiful and incredible experience a person could have imagined - except that the wind was always a little too cold.

At the moment, however, he is the wind. He doesn't need wings to fly.

He walked freely through the sea of clouds, skimming over the mountains and forests. The winding river of Vinez guided him silently like a golden light.

When he sinks, when he sinks into the water, he becomes water, or a fish swimming against the current, and when he pounces into the mist of the plains of Collins, he becomes a swirling steam. For the first time, he believed that Scott was right, that these fogs were not punishment, not curses, but protection...... Their low murmur was thin and gentle.

He made a circle around the tallest tower in Kriesburg. The ruined castle was scarred, old and tired, but it still made a low sound, like some kind of retention.

But he couldn't stay.

As he walked through the still-bustling streets of Balach, the crystal spires of the Branti Library flickering curiously at him, asking where he was going with a string of crisp bells.

He didn't answer, he didn't know.

He had put out a wildfire that had just been kindled by a heavy rain in the Warhawk Forest, and he had flown over a snow-white sand beach and saw a beautiful three-masted ship on the vast sea. As he puffed up its white sails with a gust of wind, a brown-skinned young man looked up and let out a hearty laugh.

He liked that big smile and waved to him happily, even though he couldn't see it.

Then he found the lonely island in the sea, a little white in the endless blue, like a delicate and fragile white shell.

He hesitated. It seems quieter than anywhere in the world, but it's actually noisier than anywhere in the world.

But the voice grew clearer and clearer—someone was calling him.

No door, no magic, could stop him. He burrowed into the ground, into a forest of crystals.

The transparent foliage intertwined above his head, and the long, majestic music they emitted made him feel like he was in a temple of some god. However, there was no sacred altar or ornate throne, and at the end of the path, a floating shadow was surrounded by a shimmer of light, long brown hair draped over her shoulders, and her transparent eyes shifting between gray-green and golden-yellow.

“...... Welcome, guests from afar. ”

The shadow smiled at him, "It's nice to finally see you, Ed Singal...... I'm Saxis, maybe you've heard my name. ”

Ed nodded.

That unfortunate half-breed, the offspring of the Spotted Leaf Dragon and the Elves...... But he didn't know he was still ...... Alive?

It probably wasn't still alive, but Ed couldn't help but get excited. The names that appear on those tablets have all died without exception, and this one, at least somehow, still exists...... Maybe he can tell him something.

At the same time, another figure appeared in his consciousness - it was Oylan, his pale cheeks covered in black scales.

"Yes. "I am the first, but not the only one—the dragons have left behind a number of half-bloods, most of whom died young, or died in obscurity, and those who survived in obscurity were the truly fortunate ones—their fathers, who did not even know of their existence, and whose power was far less than fearible. ”

The power in their bloodlines is silent but has not disappeared, but it has continued to the next generation invisibly, gradually dissipating...... or suddenly awakened.

"I teach them the language of dragons, because it's the only way to control this power. However, the dragons are reluctant to admit their existence...... They are protected here, but in fact, they are also trapped here, and the stronger the power, the heavier the chains. ”

That's a talent, and it's a curse.