At the turn of spring and summer on the continent of Chia, there will be a month-long polar day, and according to legend, the origin of this extreme weather is that the god of light created a law in order to suppress the god of darkness.

This is a great opportunity for those who have coveted the psychic book in the Tower of Death for a long time, but are afraid of the legendary necromancer.

Jing Hao flew back from the bushes again irritably, and landed on the window frame, but did not immediately tidy up her messy feathers, but turned in circles anxiously.

She had already seen the Golden Knight Jason and the Light Lady Dinah in a circle on the outskirts of the woods today, although the two were still some distance away from the Tower of Death, but as the polar sun continued to appear, the trees that had a good shielding effect on the Tower of Death would also lose their activity, and the road would only become easier for them after that.

She frantically scratched her claws at the window frame a few times, rarely annoyed at the powerless and weak body she was underneath.

After cleaning the dust from the window frame, Jing Hao flapped her wings and flew to the room where Maxwell had stayed for the past few days, and as soon as she entered through the small window specially set up for her, she saw that the person sitting in front of a cauldron was not directly holding the flame with his hand as he had done a few days before, but holding a staff and directing the flames.

The mages of the continent of Chia all require a specific staff and chant spells when casting spells, but it was the first time she had seen Maxwell casting spells with a staff in the time she had been in the Tower of Death.

All the qiē he needed before seemed to be at his fingertips.

Sure enough, even his abilities were weakened.

Maxwell stared at the fire, and put out the stir-fried vegetables in the pot in time and accurately, and when he looked up, he saw the gray sparrow standing silently next to him poking the dough in his hand, leaving a series of small footprints on it.

Even the soul that had been able to see more and more clearly recently frowned in anguish, and his delicate face was full of chagrin, as if he was thinking about something big that could not be solved.

Tsk, a sparrow's brain, can you help her come up with any useful answers?

He casually put the staff aside and pushed the freshly served dish in front of her, "Taste it." ”

Jing Hao has already lost count of the dishes he has tasted in the past few days, running through the east, west, north and south, and I don't know where he got so many ingredients and recipes.

She looked down and pecked, contrasted it, and pressed three paw prints on the table.

"Three stars." The mage, who had become a professional chef, repeated the evaluation he had received, bowed his head and took his staff, tentatively emitting a cluster of flames that were slightly warmer than before.

Jing Hao chirped a few times, shook his head vigorously at the person who looked at him, shrunk one paw, and wrote slowly on the table.

Maxwell looked at the soul who was writing quietly with his eyes down, his long burgundy hair with natural curls hanging down his shoulders as she lowered her head, her face was obviously girlish, and her face still had a little baby fat that had not faded, and her round cheeks were like beautiful pearls.

Her back is always straight, her outstretched fingers are slender and white, her pink nails are trimmed and rounded, and her eyes are like a thinking goddess.

In a gray sparrow, the soul that lives is a noble girl with elegant manners.

Maxwell hooked the corners of his mouth, his silver-white eyes half hidden behind the lowered eyelids, and did not interrupt the stupid and weak sparrow's movements.

After writing quietly, he jumped aside, and before he could stand firmly, he heard one after another terrible screams from the window, and the sharp sound seemed to pierce the eardrum and take root in the depths of his soul.

She looked up at the window, and saw that the bird that had been lazy in the nest to be fed had somehow crouched on a branch where the castle could be seen, and its fat body was so conspicuous that even the two claws under its feet were covered.

It screamed one after another, staring at the plate at its feet, and its straightforward gaze almost swallowed it whole.

Maxwell, apparently unable to stand its cry either, snorted, and pointed the scepter in his hand at the voice-controlling bird standing in the tree, "Stupid bird that only calls." ”

Jing Hao quickly pounced on the hand he was about to move, black bean-like eyes staring at him, and the small claws struggled to hold half of his fingers, maintaining an eerie posture to avoid the hooks on the paws from puncturing his skin.

Maxwell looked down, his silver-white eyes full of joy or anger, "You're going to save that stupid bird." It belongs to the light system, and its appetite will only be greater after the arrival of the polar day, and you can't expect its little wings to support its bloated body to forage. ”

The sound-controlling bird standing on the branch chirped a few more times, as if it was going to starve to death in the next second, but its footsteps were still rooted in the branch, and did not move in the direction of the food.

It's really getting used to it.

Jing Hao glared back, and called out as if threatening with half-open wings, and the young bird, which was so fat that it couldn't move, whimpered aggrievedly, but completely stopped its mouth.

It's just that the dark green eyes are still looking at the plates on the table.

Maxwell withdrew his gaze from the girl who had suddenly become fierce, raised his hand to shake off the gray sparrow standing in his hand, raised his staff and pointed at the plate, and saw the plate fly up and reluctantly fall to the branch, and in the blink of an eye it was eaten by the Bird of Control.

Jing Hao looked here and there, and was wondering how Maxwell could be so kind today, when he saw the sound control bird standing on the branch with wide dark blue eyes, and opened its mouth in vain but did not make a sound, and the whole bird collapsed in despair on the branch, and looked at it from a distance as a colorful lump.

The mage, who was holding his staff to rekindle the fire, was intently focused on the affairs in front of him, but his smooth tone made people hear a bit of murderous intent.

"I thought my stuff could be eaten by anyone."

The voice-controlling bird, which was slumped on the branches, opened its mouth, and the bird's face was full of tears.

Jing Hao shook the feathers on his body, and he was quite a little apprehensive.

If she hadn't remembered the several failures of District 1 on him before, and hadn't trespassed into his territory at the beginning, I'm afraid she would have died long ago and would have been transported back to ashes by now.

But he didn't have any intention of doing anything to the sound control bird before, and now he suddenly ......

"Although I have already admitted your stupidity, I still have to be shocked by your stupid Cheng dù again."

Maxwell controlled the staff with one hand to release the flames, the spatula in the pot was stir-frying the dishes at the most appropriate angle, and the other hand was nimbly controlling a small knife and fork, carving a piece of white radish into a whole white lotus, and carving a series of shrinking lotus flowers one by one, arranged in turn.

As the series of movements unfolded, he even had time to look out, "I hate Polar Day." ”

Because I hate the polar day, I hate it so much that even the sound control bird whose attribute is bright is angered when I am in a bad mood.

Jing turned his head and looked at the aggrieved voice control bird, and his heart was quite concerned, after all, although Maxwell didn't have much patience before, he had never made a definite embarrassment.

"You don't have to pity it, whether it's mine or not, I can tell clearly."

He placed a series of lotus flowers on his plate, the smallest petal as thin as a hair, and among the white wreaths, several slices of meat drenched in sauce were all the more tempting.

"For example," he paused, a rare reflection on the content of his words, "and given that you have been doing well lately, I don't mind giving you some reward lest you put yourself in the shoes of that 'poor' stupid bird." ”

"Tell me what you want?"

When he spoke, he didn't even shift his gaze to the direction of Jinghao, and his expression was more natural and casual than when he talked about the weather every day.

A small ball of dough on her paws as she moved her feet, and she quickly rolled her black bean-like eyes, contemplating the possibility of letting Maxwell take out the upcoming duo now.

What is the reason?

A feud between a sparrow and two people whose abilities have reached the top of the continent of Chia?

Is the love of people and birds over?

She could even come up with Maxwell's disdainful look and sarcastic words after understanding what she meant.

If Maxwell can't just get them out, what method does she need to use? How can they be treated as if they had never been to the Tower of Death?

The duo came to the Tower of Death for the legendary psychic book, and if they didn't get it, there wouldn't be even a single superfluous word of this fruitless journey.

"I can't think of anything after thinking about it for so long, your stupid head should have been burned by your greed."

Maxwell caught a glimpse of the soul, looking down to find that the carrot he was carving had unconsciously been carved into the shape of a girl, and even the curls hanging down his shoulders were lifelike.

He directly pinched the half-carved figure into carrot puree, raised his hand and threw it aside, but turned his head and saw the translucent girl with her head down, the most gentle and shy, directing a gray sparrow to learn crooked words.

It's a "treasure" of a treasure.

He snorted coldly in his heart, no matter how noble and flawless he looked, what he asked for was still not a few points more noble than the greedy human race.

Jing Hao shook her sour paws and was about to continue writing, when several huge gems thrown at random fell straight down on her, and with a "bang" sound, they smashed on her paws standing on one foot, "click", a subtle and crisp sound.

She sat down on the table, pulled her paws out from under the jewels with difficulty, and clutched the paws that were obviously turned out abnormally and cried without tears.

She said that Maxwell could not be a kind person, and that moodiness was the true portrayal of him.