Lily looked at her brother sitting at the head of her bed, gritted her teeth and asked, "Did you do it on purpose?"

"Deliberately what?"

"You were like that, I've seen you. You didn't even remind me, you wanted to see me laugh. ”

"I didn't expect that. ”

"You're revenge, forget it forgive you this time. ”

"Hey, you don't have a conscience, you should thank me. ”

"What will I do next?"

"What to do?"

"What's the best idea for the improvement of your abilities in the future?"

Bran spread his hands: "No way, I'm also in a more subtle perception at the moment. ”

Then he demonstrated, radiated his magic power, randomly found a target, and began to continuously penetrate the magic power into it, and perceive it in a more microscopic direction. Then Lily noticed that after only a moment, Bran's face turned pale.

Bran explained, "That's it, there's no other way. It's just that after a long period of exercise, it can last longer. ”

Lily was concerned about another question: "This is also the reason why your face has always been pale for the last two or three years. ”

"Well, I'll try to sense it casually whenever I can. Bran continued: "Our abilities are too different, my magic is to radiate outwards and act on external objects, and I need to constantly perceive and learn and see more and more things. While your magic is acting on itself, you need to have a more detailed understanding of the structure of the human body. So, I can't help. ”

"I regret that I didn't set up a card with you to collect taxes at that time. Call me next time you cut someone, and cut a few open to take a closer look. ”

Brand......

......

Lily needed bed rest for the past two days, and Ayman turned his attention to him. In the way that his future brother-in-law flattered his brother-in-law, he followed him, which made him very helpless.

At this time, Bran was taking a few friends and walking towards the river. Water is an important and indispensable foundation of life, so castles where humans live are often built in places where there is plenty of water. Bran's castle is no exception, built near a river that Bran is destined for.

On the way, he explained to a few young men: "The moat of my castle is brought in from this river, be careful when approaching the river, some amphibian reptiles will lurk at the water's edge." ”

The Northlanders and Dragoons are more like a group of independent people, who have lived in their own territories for generations, guarding some ancient secrets and following their own unique traditions. Therefore, neither the Northlanders nor the Dragoons have any real friends in the aristocratic circle. But both of these groups are a bit too destructive, so anyone will maintain a certain amount of awe, and the alienation that comes with awe, as well as the indispensable communication and co-optation. When the Northlanders and Dragoons appear at the same time, the two groups are attracted to certain natural commonalities, whether they are drawn together, whether they break each other's noses or knock out their teeth, they will always come together.

Dolma learned the lesson of the last time, and knew that he couldn't really integrate into the interaction between the Northlanders and the Dragoons, even if he and the little dragon man had been beaten by the same person, but the little dragoons could be on an equal footing with Bran and his sisters, and could continue to be provocative like death, and they could make sarcastic remarks from time to time. He even saw that Erin had just punched Bran hard, and then seemed to be hurt by something on him, and shook her hands and yelled. It's a spiritual identity, and it's something he can't understand right now. So, he called his good brothers, good friends, at least he won't be left alone anymore.

Zoya also called a few female companions to join in the tour, and she missed the idiot Bran a few days ago, at least then this idiot was her own best friend. She even hated the two dragoons a little, because they broke the tacit understanding between her and Bran. Looking at Erin's clenched sword from time to time, there was a sharp intent on her body, and then the response of a certain weapon hidden in Tlan's body made a metallic trembling sound. When she first saw Bran, she thought that legends were just legends, and that every Northland was said to be a sword. But all she saw was a clean, pale-faced, unsavory little northerner. Until that day, his whole body made the sound of metal swords, crazy and sharp, and then she hid behind her brother, she was really a little scared, she knew that legends are not just legends.

Erin played her own game, constantly provoking her brother. She stumbled upon this phenomenon today, and every time she targeted Bran, she would elicit a response from one of his weapons. So she was like a cat that found a pom-pom and jumped left and right with excitement.

"How did you do that?" asked Erin.

"I didn't do anything, it was their natural reaction. ”

"Lie to me. ”

Bran sneered, "What's the good of lying to you? You've been playing for a long time, so you should have some guesses." ”

"What's that?"

"Spirituality. ”

"Can you control the non-response?"

"Yes. ”

"Why don't you control it? just let them react naturally?"

"Nothing, a guess. Just as a child is attracted to sounds and toys, he will gradually develop self-control as he grows older. If it is suppressed at this time, it is not good. Bran smiled happily at this, "I should thank you for your constant teasing. ”

"How do you give birth to spirituality?"

"I don't know, maybe as long as I carry it with me for a long time, believe in them, trust them. ”

"Hust! liar. ”

"Don't provoke me like that, you just want to know the secret. In fact, it is not a secret that weapons possess spirituality, which is not uncommon. People develop emotions for weapons that have been with them for a long time, and gradually weapons acquire spirituality. However, having spirituality does not increase the quality of the sword, and this is not the direction pursued by a warrior. After years of fighting, how can there be weapons that are not damaged or damaged?"

Erin was a little indignant: "I know this, I don't need you to say it." I'm trying to ask, how can your weapons give birth to spirituality! How old are you?"

Bran laughed a little: "It seems that you are not much older than me, 2 or 3 years old?"

"Why can't your weapon and not mine?" asked the girl rhetorically, with some puff of air.

Bran happily asked, "This must be a secret, right? As a secret, you want to know that there must be an exchange, right?"

"What do you want?" said Erin, alarmed.

"Give me a piece of the metal you brought. ”

"It's impossible to give you, a change of request. And how do you know that?"

"Forget it. It's no secret that every few years, you'll come to our Northland with a metal called Dragon Gold to get some alloy ingots. Although our own weapons in the north do not leak out, this kind of thing of bringing materials to the door to ask for processing can still be accommodated, not to mention that there are fewer and fewer races like us who are still following the ancient tradition, and they will always reach out to each other because of the same disease. ”

Aiman suddenly said, "Deal, I can give you a piece." ”

"Brother!"

"It's okay, anyway, if you look for a Northlander, you always have to pay a part of the cost, and one less piece has no effect. ”

Bran smiled, "Just don't go back, it's really not a secret. ”

"Tell me! Don't talk nonsense. ”

"As long as you wear it with you for a long time, day and night, you have strong emotions. As he spoke, Bran flipped over and a dinner knife appeared in his hand, "My first weapon, which I always carried with me, was kept under my pillow when I slept when I was a child.

And I was thinking, what if my family didn't want me, what if they wanted to strangle me, what if they left me to fend for myself in the wilderness, at least I still had him, didn't I?"

The brother and sister looked at the table knife in Bran's hand, and there was indeed a trace of spirituality, and there was a sense of excitement in the palm of the master's palm.

Erin was a little puzzled: "This doesn't seem to be any different from what I said before. ”

Bran sighed and said in a frivolous tone: "As long as there is enough emotion, enough despair, and the straw that there is no hope in despair, he is the only companion and the only reliance." ”

Bran put away the knife and reminded, "Don't forget to give me my dragon gold." ”

Erin recalls the excitement of when she first got the sword, and then the sword became a part of her daily training, a burden, a burden to her, and gradually became a habit, a habit that could not be parted.

"They are my partners, they are my dependence, they are my life. Erin muttered, she could feel that the sword seemed to be waking up, breathing, the sword was already a part of her, just waiting for her to wake up. But, that's not right......

"It is my sword, my companion, my dependence, my life. Erin repeated softly, her voice crisp, transparent, without any impurities, any emotion. Her sword fell silent with the voice, regaining the essence of a weapon, tough, sharp, and cold without any spirituality.