Dani worries about Bran, and she knows that Bran is about to face something out of her control again. Not a man, not even a mount. Bran's seemingly indifferent attitude has been cautious. Whenever there is danger, you will stand in the way, and then put on a posture that you are a group of burdens.

No one wants to be a liability, so as time goes by, there are fewer and fewer people who can stay by his side.

He refused to accompany him, and for good reason. The personnel in the city are becoming more and more complex, and there needs to be someone in charge, and there needs to be someone who can command the flowers and ancient trees at critical moments.

Huahua, a creature who enjoys loneliness, finally accepts her. Occasionally, he would run into her arms and lie down for a while. The ancient tree also has a different attitude towards her, at least he will not intimidate her with a sledgehammer.

Bran is getting stronger and stronger, and it seems that she is no longer needed. Someone tried to replace her, but it didn't work. Bran needed someone to keep him company, someone to listen to him. And she is the same, she needs someone to accompany her, she needs someone to talk to.

People don't see it: strong or not is not the reason why they stand together. They were together when Bran was weak. It's meant to be something that can't be changed.

No one wanted to have a relationship with Bran at that time, even if it was only a temporary teaching. She doesn't belong to the castle, and she doesn't belong to the West. So, although she knew Bran, she didn't know him.

In the eyes of many, she is more like a wild child. His parents died in the West, and they didn't even have their bones recovered. A simple routine revenge, a simple accident, someone died in battle, someone fled back.

There will be no shortage of food and clothing for her in the clan, but only food and clothing. She was missing after all, missing a lot of what other children had.

Her luck has always been good, so the friends around her seem a little unlucky. That's the thing, if it's always someone else who is unlucky, then why isn't it you who is unlucky? Either luck is favoring you, or you are bringing bad luck to others.

Who knows?

The number of companions around her gradually decreased, but her luck was really good. She sneaks out of the house, runs into the wild, and then meets her companions, two wild young white wolves.

She had a good talent, at least at the time, how could she have been sent to the castle and trained. Before the trial, the lady approached her and wanted her to become Bran's squire.

Bran, who knew him not long after entering the castle. The existence in the castle cannot be ignored, because at that time, he stood at the gate of the castle every day to show his existence.

She had sympathized with and pitied him, but that sentiment quickly faded. At least he had a family, and he had a sister who occasionally held his hand, but what about her?

She completed the trial with her fellow white wolf, but there was nothing to be happy about, as she was alone again. She's been lucky, hasn't she?

Life and death together, she could hear Bran's words at that time, but she still made the oath......

She kept her vow, and Bran began to do it. Since then, she and Bran have had good luck. Maybe she has always been able to bring luck, but she lacks the person who lives and dies with her......

Whether it is to be protected, or to be protected, it is a pleasure for her and Bran. All she and Bran needed was the warmth of being with each other.

Outsiders won't understand, so they'll never be able to stand by Bran's side.

......

Scholars are trustworthy and efficient. After being driven out by Bran, he immediately began to build the small fortress in the direction of Sandstone City, which was used to guard and defend the agreement.

Bran walked through the busy construction site, ignoring the scholars who had arrived in a hurry, and headed straight for Sandstone City. This caused the scholars to look at each other, and soon a night owl flew up and carried Bran's news to the front.

During this time, scholars have done a lot of work. For example, some wizards were sent to observe and record the environment, and for selfish reasons, they were able to stop outsiders from approaching, and succeeded in curbing the increase in the number of undead. But their research is still in a difficult situation, and they can't find any direction.

Jonah waited in front of Sandstone City. Bran's appearance made them vigilant and full of anticipation. Maybe Bran made a new discovery, so he hurried to Sandstone City. Perhaps some hints can be gleaned from his words through temptation.

Faced with the temptation of eternal life, scholars have lost their former composure and appear to be eager for quick success. They're slowly changing. It is difficult for them to feel the unique aura of scholars anymore.

Impetuous, that's how Bran felt when he approached them.

Bran doesn't like academics, but he has to admit that they have an indescribable calmness in them that makes people feel reliable and peaceful. But what is all this?

It's only been a few months, and I've seen decadence and madness in Jonah's body, like facing a madman. It seemed that he wanted to block Bran's way, but out of his intuition of danger, he adjusted his movements in time, and followed Bran closely, and then said bluntly: "Hello, what can I do?"

Bran walked on his own, without a word, and led the already crazy man into Sandstone City.

Sandstone City is still the same, without people, the whole city seems empty and lonely. The weeds stubbornly poked their heads out of the rubble, only different from the outside, with a sickly withering feeling.

There are no birds, no snakes and rats, just some illusory or solid figures busy here, just like they were when they were alive.

Jonah didn't realize he was in danger, and continued to babble rudely until Mianlan stood still, until a whisper came from his ear, "That's it." ”

It seems that the last moments of life can really burst out with some kind of power, and Jonah is awake!

A certain temperament of the scholar returned to him, and after looking around, he couldn't help but show a wry smile.

The dead surrounded the place quietly. A statue towers over it, with a clear line on it: "May the dead have eternal peace, Maker of the Necromancy - Wizard Bran." ”