In Siri's anxious waiting, Bran finally returned. Qianrui, who was full of grievances, began to make a small report in front of her brother. In the face of her accusation, Flowey hugged Bran's neck and appeared to be at ease. This situation made Qian Rui's voice complaining lower and lower. As the complaint ended, she was confined again.

Bran wasn't in the mood to pay attention to his sister for the time being, he had more important things to do. He needed to test some of his guesses and try to let the fog carry him into the sea of magic. So, Bran, who had just come back, began his retreat.

The mist slowly turned, like a rusty copper key, twisted open the lock in a difficult and jerky way, and creaked open the ancient door into the sea of magic.

Faced with the onrushing magic, the mist turned into a solid island. Under the rush of magic, the edge of the island gradually became rounded. The magic began to rise on the island, slowly moistening it, as well as Bran. With the infiltration of magic power, the isolated island gradually turned into a piece of black jade, delicate, firm and warm.

The sea of magic was no longer dangerous, and Bran was bitter, and a lazy tiredness had put him to sleep. In his slumber, Bran curled up like a baby waiting to be born in her mother's womb. There was a murmur in the sea, like a lullaby, humming its past, present, and future.

Lily, who broke into the sea of magic again, couldn't help but smile reassuringly as she looked at her younger brother who was sucking his fingers in his sleep. She watched quietly, as if she had been squatting in front of her brother's crib when she was a child. A hint of tiredness found her, just as it had done all those years ago, and pulled her into sleep.

In the Northlands, Bran sleeps soundly on top of the tower. A faint gray mist emanated from the body, gradually filling the tower, and the whole tower became mist, and in the city of Wings, light emanated from the sleeping Lily. The light pushed out the creatures in the tower one by one, and a huge cocoon of light enveloped the tower, blocking the inside and outside.

Siri is free. As the gray mist emanated from Bran's body, the power that had imprisoned her vanished. Flowey then appears in front of her and takes her away from the tower. The joy of first-time freedom was quickly replaced by fear, and the gray fog kept everyone out, even if it was difficult for Flowey to penetrate deeply.

As the fog shrouded in the tower, Flowey completely lost contact with Bran. After the initial confusion, Flowey became restless, and those eyes gradually became bloodthirsty. He walked restlessly in front of the tower all day long, his steps no longer light, but accompanied by an unusually low stampede. It was a loud voice, but it filled the whole city. In the dead of night, the sound of stampedes is especially dull, like a heartbeat.

Anyone who approached the front of the tower would be stopped by his roar, and even the ancient tree would not dare to approach Huahua at this time. One could only watch from afar, as the beast wandered alone in front of the tower.

Siri has been very well-behaved lately, and she knows that she can't make a mess at this moment. She tensed her little face, trying to make a majestic appearance. Now that her brother has had an accident, she feels she should keep the city safe.

The old tree took over the city again, and he didn't know what happened to Bran, what happened to Flowey, but he knew what he was supposed to do at this time. No matter how wind and rain you blow, no matter how lightning and thunder you roar, he will always hold up a piece of sky and bless a land.

......

Dani still sits in the city mansion every day, although her heart is uneasy, but her face is not visible. The white-robed men had already scouted the fiefdom, and they collectively referred to the area as the Wizard's Domain, and reported the new name.

The Wizard Realm is still wild, overgrown with bushes, and it will take time to become a habitable place. There is news that Zach has returned to Northland with his family and servants. The white-robed men were busy clearing the ruins and preparing to rebuild the city's garrison, and they really couldn't spare any manpower. So Pachu once again cheekily begged Dani for a modest request, but it was very cumbersome - temporary accommodation, food.

This kind of thing doesn't have to be done by Dani herself, as long as she nods her head and leaves it to Il. Northland City can have today, and Il can be regarded as a hard worker. Under Bran's extensive management, many details were implemented by Il.

Pachu admires Il, knows her hard work and dedication, and is also convinced of her ability. Sometimes I feel sorry for her, what she does is too trivial, she is the identity of an executor, she doesn't have much credit for success, but she has to bear a lot of responsibility if she fails.

Fortunately, Bran also understands these things and never criticizes them in this regard, but the rumors of slander below have continued. After all, although her position is hard, she can often come into contact with Bran, and occasionally get some unexpected rewards, which arouse the eyes of some people.

Eyre's progress as a wizard is obvious to all, and Bran won't give her much reason, but the occasional reminder is quite a lot. He'll tell Il, maybe you can do that. A small display that breaks some of Il's preconceived notions. Il's magic is still not strong enough, but changes are starting to change.

Rivalries between wizards take place from time to time, and in the darkness of the night, it is gradually difficult for Pachu to detect the hidden Il. It was enviable, it was enviable, but Pachu knew that this was what Il deserved, because it was the Great Wizard's compensation for her.

When Pachul finds Il with Dany's approval, she is looking at the misty tower. Instead of disturbing her, Pachu stood gently beside her and followed her gaze towards the tower.

The sound of palpitating footsteps resounded in my heart, and I felt heavy all at once. In this heavy sound, there is madness, murder is implied.

Ilr sighed, "Thank you." I never thought he would be so terrible. When you reminded me before, I thought you were exaggerating. Now it seems that you underestimated him. ”

"Yes, the Grand Wizard has not stopped since he entered the Tower. ”

"I hope the Great Wizard is well, I hope he can come out soon, and if this continues, this city will ......" Il sighed again, and did not say any more.

"My student Saga said that Gushu had warned her not to go near the east of the city recently. So, you should be careful. ”

Pachul and Ill sighed and looked at the tower, not wanting to talk about work for a moment.

......

The footsteps in Northland were dull, but there was silence in Wings. When the cocoon of light lit up, the little wizards in the city gathered under the tower and looked up. But after waiting for a long time, there was no movement.

Since the creatures in the tower were calmly pushed out of the tower unscathed, it was not an accident. Maybe it's their idol, Lily has made a new discovery, or started a new breakthrough.

So they spontaneously took action and stopped the wolf howling falcon. At the same time, he secretly raised his vigilance to prevent outsiders from disturbing him.

Even the sound of prayers outside the city was faintly heard under the command of Khan. As a believer, how can you disturb the sleeping of the gods? The singing and prayer of the past are gradually being replaced by silent prayers.