Bran was very grateful to Lily and the wizards around her, large and small. Over the course of ten years, Lily has led them to refine the magic web, laying a solid foundation for what he is doing today.

He left in a hurry, and now he returns in a hurry, whether it is for this world or for the maturing magic network, he has not paid much. At least compared to what he's getting now, that little effort is too small.

So, he's really happy to be able to share the view with them......

As the cycle of life and death kicks in, Bran becomes increasingly scrambling. But he knew that as long as he stuck to the past. Like many things I've experienced before, from jerky to skilled, until these operations are turned into instinct.

Equally busy with him are those who are not very competitive. Although the cycle of life and death only contains one world at the moment, it is unimaginably large for them. Even though Bran had been mobilized, they were still not ready.

Charlotte is the laziest of all. Her dog finally has a place to use and becomes a real watchdog. And she also took over the responsibility of guarding the gate, allowing entry and exit on the left side, and no entry on the right side. The entrance to the back garden is guarded by the most majestic of the three ghost dogs, guarding against the daredevils.

As for the main entrance, it was guarded by Charlotte himself with two vicious dogs, because it was the quietest and most suitable place to rest. People who are busy don't even have time to look here.

......

Compared to the people of Buzz and Pachu, Saja is not busy. At first, she was a little confused about the new location of Sandstone City, but when the Netherworld Mansion appeared, she found that the Great Wizard had already made arrangements. Today's Sandstone City is more like a gatehouse, located in a corner of the mansion.

Just like when she was in Northland, all she had to do was keep order here. Right now, most of her focus is on the left hemisphere, combing through the growing number of revenants. Of course, it was only for intelligent life, and those of the lower creatures would follow the wind of magic through the hall, and she didn't need to think about it.

In the process, her father and uncles became the most effective helpers.

When I first arrived in the Netherworld, I could still see it except for the grassland, and I couldn't see anything else in the eyes of mortals. So her father began to comfort her and told her to take a long-term view......

Lija wanted to laugh, she could see that even her father didn't believe these words. So she began to explain some of the arrangements of the archwizard, telling him, and everyone in Sandstone City, that this was the land of the dead. From today onwards, they will start a new life here.

For a moment, there was a hint of looking at a stupid child in the father's gaze, although he hid it well. Before the return of the Great Wizard, the relationship between father and daughter seemed to have returned to the beginning, and the father would secretly shake his head and sigh every time he looked at her.

As the Great Wizard said, this is his own world. Everything outside the grassland is made up of thick and light ink, the sky, the earth, and the black sun that seems to be real and illusory overhead. Maybe it's not ink, it's just magically dyed like that.

As soon as you walk out of the grassland, your surroundings immediately become gray. When you look into the distance, the gray will gradually turn thicker, and finally turn into a deep black, like the robe of the great wizard.

The magic slowly flowed through his body with that familiar dark feeling, but there was a hint of calmness.

As the mountain-like palace rose abruptly and the rainbow of light fell from the sky, she heard her father whisper—the land of the dead.

He finally believed that the Great Wizard's alternate identity was the King of the Dead, the god Night. He was even a little excited about his death at the hands of the gods, as if the strength of his opponent had just proved his worth. He selectively ignored the tens of thousands of demons, as well as the even more numerous amphibians, because those people would only prove how insignificant his death was......

My father was still the same old-fashioned knight, even if he had become a necromancer. He had been longing to serve under the king's tent during his lifetime, and now he had finally got his wish.

From that moment on, my father suddenly became vivid......

......

After rising from the throne, the hard days of Buzz came. Bran gave him the simplest job, but it was also the most tedious.

Listening and writing, Buzz felt like he was back in his apprenticeship. One by one, even if most of them were magical, he already felt a little overwhelmed.

In the past ten years, the tiredness that he had never felt before found him again. When he first arrived in the Netherworld, he felt that he had an inexhaustible amount of energy, but now it seemed that it was mostly a hallucination.

Over the years, he has not given up research, hoping to learn more about the power of this body, but unfortunately with little success. It stands to reason that the Black Dragon Maya should be an existence similar to him, but why does he have a power that is beyond his reach?

With this question in mind, he discussed it with Pachu.

Pachu believes that this is the result of the body's inability to adapt to magic. At a time when the magic power on the barren continent was becoming increasingly scarce, and it became increasingly difficult for races like the dragoons to survive, their ancestors were able to multiply quickly by giving up their magic power. Now that the magic was abundant again, his mortal body could not adapt to the change.

Originally, I wanted to wait for the great wizard to come back and continue to ask for advice, but I never had the opportunity.

Buzz felt tired enough, but nothing compared to Pachu. His tiredness was due to the fact that the great wizard had arranged specific work, while Pachu's tiredness was the opposite.

Thinking of Pachu, Buzz subconsciously looked over, but opened his mouth wide in surprise.

......

At this time, Pachu no longer felt tired.

These days, Pachu is a miscellaneous man, appearing wherever there is a need. The Grand Wizard did not assign him any specific work, so all the work was related to him.

General orders are the most headaches, and if there is chaos in any place, it will become his unshirkable responsibility.

The Great Wizard didn't show any sympathy for him because he was about to die. But Pachul believes there must be something deep in doing so. So he gritted his teeth and persevered, dragging the old and decayed body around.

This made me realize that death was not a pleasant and easy thing. This last bit of energy seems to be endless, and it can't be drained no matter what.

It wasn't until a while ago that he felt like he couldn't walk anymore and sat back in his place to rest for a while. Unfortunately, there was always something that kept him at ease, and there was another congestion at the left gate. The roar of the ghost dog, the scolding of Saja rang out at the same time.

Pachu sighed and got up and hurried there.

Someone stopped what they were doing and looked at him, and there were more and more of them. This made Pachu a little irritable, when did he still have time to watch the excitement?

Soon, the gate was close in front of him, and the noise suddenly disappeared the moment he approached, and the disciples and colleagues all stared at him. Only then did Pachu notice the surprise in people's eyes.

Looking down, he suddenly realized that his body was translucent. Looking back in amazement, there was a body sitting on his seat with no breath at all, and its head was lowered.