In the castle on the ice field, Frost Leaf dozes leisurely. In his sleep, he occasionally shakes the branches contentedly.

Since the Wings City launched a large-scale operation with the outside world again, the goblins have also found a more fun game, and there is not a single one left. There are no goblins frolicking around, and Frost Leaf begins to feel sleepy from time to time.

Previously, Frostleaf had always thought that Bran would be interested in the secrets buried beneath time, only to be deeply disappointed.

Once the magic web was connected to it, first the old elves surrounded it and asked questions, then the little trees, then the curious wizards of Winged City, and finally a group of ignorant goblins.

When everyone's enthusiasm gradually dissipated, Bran came over. Most of his topics revolve around magic, and he wants to test some conjectures. He would ask if anyone had used magic like that in the past, but he never cared who that person was or what experience he had.

Frost Leaf can only respond briefly in depression. It wanted to tell Bran about the people and things, but it couldn't find the opportunity. Because Bran would run away without a trace as soon as he asked, leaving it full of lust, messy in the cold wind.

After a while, Frost Leaf came to his senses. Bran is not without curiosity, on the contrary, he is extremely curious. It's just that Bran treats the process of satisfying curiosity as the most interesting game. He didn't want someone to tell him the answer in advance, because that would ruin the fun of the game.

However, Frostleaf hopes that Bran will think about its feelings somewhat, and let it enjoy the pleasure of pouring out once in a while, and not base its happiness on its depression.

Sometimes watching Bran holding pieces of broken pieces, trying to piece together images of the past, Frostleaf is really anxious. It roared in its heart, and asked me!

Unfortunately, Bran ignored its anxiety.

It's not an urgent matter, why do you know in advance?

History cannot run through the history of ancient and modern times, and how much role can it play if you know it?

Frostleaf was speechless and very frustrated.

But things are not as Bran said, because Frostleaf suddenly discovers the real secret, which is in those immature figures. Frostleaf didn't hide this, at least not from Bran.

Frostleaf wants to tell Bran that there is what he wants through the ages. It's just that unlike the excited Frost Leaf, Bran looks gloomy when he learns of this.

The change of the magic network has put many things aside, and finally allowed Frostleaf to find a chance to confide in Bran. This time, Bran had to listen if he wanted to, and he had to listen if he didn't want to. After all, life is at stake, and Bran can't afford not to listen. This is the happiest and most painful pour out of Frost Leaf.

It starts with a seed that I don't understand. Under the soil, the fear in the darkness sprouts, takes root, and finally breaks through the soil, and welcomes the joy of the first rays of sunshine. Later, it grew into a towering giant tree, and everything was stuffed into Bran.

But it didn't expect that Bran would actually turn into a seed not long after......

"Thank you!"

These were the first words that Bran spat out when he met after solving the trouble and getting out of the sea of magic, and then there was a long silence.

......

"I watched them grow up, and I remember everything that happened. My sister is fine, she always came to me when she was a child. Sister, I couldn't get close to that back then.

Perhaps they are the relatives I know best, and even the parents who gave birth to me feel strange to me. My parents were the first strangers I saw when I came into this world. The strangeness also became a certain imprint at that time, deeply rooted in my heart. For a long time, they were regarded by me as a symbol of strangeness.

Nervous, fearful, until a little girl appeared next to her.

You know what? Little girl, she's that big. I was full of curiosity about everything, and I thought that I suddenly had a younger brother, so I stayed around all day to watch, look.

Shortly after my sister was born, I was brought closer to see a crumpled little thing. ”

Frostleaf didn't say anything, because Bran's statement was too weird.

"I couldn't accept that someone I knew suddenly became something else. They are my sisters, and they can only be my sisters.

So, I've been avoiding talking to you about the past. What you can do with my sisters, that's your business. I don't want to, and I won't be cruel enough to break your obsession.

Hopefully, you'll do the same to me.

They will be who we think we will always be. Our secrets, as well as that familiarity, will always remain in our hearts. ”

After saying this, Bran was obviously much more relaxed.

"I suddenly wanted to hear more stories from you, not just how to take root and draw strength. Now I know how to make an old tree, but there is a lack of communication between us.

I can also tell you about the sight beneath the sea of magic, the remains of the mountain-like beasts, and the rhythmic ancient atmosphere. Unfortunately, I can't understand the rhythm yet, so maybe you can help. ”

......

Frostleaf knew what Bran wanted to hear, and even if Bran didn't want to, some things were inevitable. So it began to tell Bran about the people, the things.

Friend or foe, all the characters that can be found from memory, all of them are told to Bran.

Another happy narration made Frost Leaf have a good impression of Bran. Of all of them, Bran was the best listener......

In her sleep, Frost Leaf was already looking forward to the next long talk.