Regardless of whether Bran has handed over the truth or not, one thing is very clear - the wizards have completed the stage of accumulation, and they will not play with them for the time being. As Bran pointed out, if you want to play, go to Frostleaf and Whisper, after all, many things are dominated by that side.

This should be good news, but after listening to it, it is vaguely unpleasant. In the face of them, the wizard would have such an attitude.

- They're despised, even ignored, aren't they?

Perhaps, all thanks to Bran, because no matter how chaotic the world becomes, it has never shaken the fundamental interests of wizards.

- Nether!

If everything really can't avoid there, then everything can't avoid Bran. This gives him plenty of room to maneuver, like the fires of life that are flowing into Winged City, and God knows which ones belong to them.

It's not that I have other ideas, but I suddenly realize that something is wrong! I can't tell what went wrong......

Facing Bran at this time, looking at the wizards in the city who were talking happily, he suddenly realized that nothing was in his own hands, not even himself.

It's really helpless, obviously watching the wizards grow up little by little, obviously knowing their past well, and obviously knowing what they are messing up with. But I suddenly found that these familiar and understood things are forming a strange labyrinth, and I can no longer see the whole picture.

Perhaps, even a wizard like Bran can't see clearly, but he holds the most crucial part after all. And this ring, under the cover of ink, is giving birth to more and more secrets—secrets that only Bran himself will know. Those secrets also make this labyrinth even more complicated.

Lily, the one who could really counterbalance Bran, is now in hiding. Excellently, the channel to find out the secret is thus closed. As for the little wizards in Winged City, don't mention it. Who would have thought that Bran would still be respected by them, and he could speak on their behalf casually. You know, this is the City of Two Wings......

It's a little nostalgic for back then, when Bran was a fool, and they used to be a fool. It's just that everything happened too fast.

The children who stood at the gate of the castle and looked up at the sky were now looking down at them. Although he is still not very tall, that feeling can't be wrong. The child seems to have forgotten how he taught others back then—not by your eyes or your ears, but by magic. So they knew very well that Bran was smiling inexplicably at this time, looking down at them condescendingly.

It's really uncomfortable ——,......

......

Bran didn't want to be here, his thoughts were already drifting away.

Seniors –

Scold!

Sooner or later, it will become a joke in the Northlands. Now we may still be able to use age and wasted years to compose the score, but what about decades, centuries, or even thousands of years from now?

These people still haven't been able to see the ever-changing world clearly, and they still haven't been able to recognize themselves. They are already different, already on a different level compared to those short-lived races. A little time doesn't mean anything, and the age of the idiot is not enough to become capital.

They shouldn't have come......

This point, Frost Leaf and Whisper saw very clearly from beginning to end, rather than expecting the wizard to keep backing down, it was better to work hard to forge ahead. Even if it's a trick, it's much better than coming to the door like this.

Obviously, there are opportunities that are difficult for outsiders to reach, but they still want the wizards to continue to back down. However, the city of Two Wings has dispersed, and the wizards have become more independent. Begin to be like these people, thinking for yourself from an individual perspective. Not for the whole of the Northland, nor for all the tribesmen, but just for yourself.

Nowadays, there is no longer a need for wizards to carry anything, because what should be carried has already been carried by it. Now, what the wizard needs is to let go.

Or did the mother understand Bran and saw his strangeness: "What are you thinking?"

"I'm thinking - let go. ”

"Drop?"

"Suddenly, I realized that I was actually very good at letting go. Just like back then, you put aside your worries about me and insisted on embarking on the road of trials, just like later, you put aside your arrangements and expectations for me, and left the castle without looking back. I let go of too much and tried to keep myself independent.

Although I am still a member of the Northland, many times I am just me, doing what I want to do, and I don't care what other people think, let alone look at other people's faces.

I don't know if you've noticed, maybe it's better, otherwise it wouldn't be where it is today.

Oh, I'm not trying to show credit, and I don't want to ask for thanks. After all, the choice I made is still very selfish even today, because it was only making the best choice for me.

Like now, this choice was made because it was the best, especially for me. Sometimes, I regret that I pushed the little wizards to Lily at that time, otherwise she might have achieved far more than I did.

You know what?

She was the chosen one. I discovered this secret a long, long time ago. However, it doesn't matter anymore, after all, we can't go back and do it all over again to verify another possibility.

I'm really glad I was able to make a choice, and that's what I'm most grateful to you for. Either way, you are the ones who have given me this. Unfortunately, some of my choices left Lily without a choice. Now she's gone, free, just like I was back then.

At that time, Wings was carrying the entire Northlands and more. Many times, she is not making decisions on behalf of the wizards, but on your behalf. All that wealth and authority is converging here and then distributed from here.

It's not like me then, and the Northland I occupy. At that time, everyone knew that everything around me was mine, until she gave me a hard time.

On behalf of herself, on behalf of the wizards, and on behalf of everyone in the Northlands, except for me and my Northland. It's a pity that in the end, she can't represent anyone but herself. The war witches still need to bow their heads, come to the door to admit their mistakes to us, and then learn. Of course, it's not just war witches.

And I didn't fight back, and only because that choice wasn't in my best interest. Even if that really makes me sad and angry......

Do you see it clearly?

I'm weighing everything, but it's a lot more than you know. Now, I have more things to fear and weigh.

Many times, I don't dare to act recklessly, and in fact, no wizard dares to act recklessly, so there are many things that I shouldn't worry about, and there is no need to worry.

The rules of the world have begun to manifest, and I am a part of them, how can I easily break them. Instead of destroying, I maintain. ”