In the Divine Realm, Cassia stands on a dilapidated floating island, holding a cup of coffee in his right hand and today's newspaper in his left hand, with a strange style of painting.

In fact, Cassia also admired Ferrante and Sost a little bit, and changed to himself, putting aside the mentality of ordinary people in the past, and he definitely couldn't maintain this optimistic attitude and honey confidence before a world-class disaster.

He saw the strife of the gods here, and he left here in a fit of rage, and the mess was thrown here.

But now that I think about it, this is his own thing, so I'm going to come over and clean up today.

Of course, he repaid his debts by himself, and Cassia still insisted on it, whether those few people can return to the kingdom of God depends on whether they can get out of their crazy side.

As soon as he said and did, the coffee cup floated in the air, his left hand still held the newspaper, and his right hand kept flying up and down, and the floating islands returned to their places, and the water was clear everywhere.

It didn't take long for the entire kingdom of God to return to its original appearance, and the twelve temples on the top floating island also stood again, but all of them were dull and dusty, except for the temple representing the Death of Wells, which was barely clean.

After packing everything, Cassia didn't plan to go out again, and nothing could be hidden from him here, so he planned to wait here, waiting for the arrival of another world.

......

Another two years passed

At the Dwarven Holy Mountain Turin Academy, Evernie walked around the campus, smiling and responding to the students' greetings, leaving no one behind.

Now she is the vice-president of the Turin Academy of the Holy Mountain, yes, a student who once blew up this place and was expelled, and now she is the vice president here, and sometimes even she herself laments the impermanence and amusement of fate.

Things have to start from two years ago, when countless information about the magic seal poured into her mind, making her faint instantly, and she lay straight for a week before waking up, thanks to her good health, otherwise she might never wake up again.

After waking up, she went through a period of confusion, sorted out the knowledge in her head, and then returned to the Dwarven Holy Mountain.

Evernie concealed the situation of the magic seal under the southern land, and did not say that in the mining area of the Oak Shield family, there was a dwarven ultimate wisdom buried.

She just told the existence of the magic seal, and then personally led many deans and even members of the dwarven royal family to the workshop to demonstrate it in person.

The first-level magic seal, just a first-level magic seal engraved on the long sword, completely subverted the cognition of all the dwarves present.

For the dwarves, who have always been truth-seeking and pragmatic, this is a problem of impacting concepts, and this is an unreasonable problem.

Who would have thought that a simple pattern could produce an unexpected magical effect.

After that day, Evernie stayed in the academy, and the dwarven archpriests debated and discussed for half a month, and finally gradually accepted the facts, and accepted the fact that the myths and legends were true.

The dwarves are indeed very pragmatic, after research, they can't solve the principle of the magic seal no matter what, so they can only temporarily give up exploring the principle and focus on practicality, after all, there is not much time left for them.

Since then, Evernie has been appointed Vice-Dean of the Turin Academy of the Holy Mountain, specializing in the study of the Magic Seal.

Moreover, the Magic Mark course is only marked in the class schedule, but there is no actual teaching course.

At the same time, the dwarven factory has also been improved, and the weapons and equipment sent to the orcs, humans, and the Western Continent have the shadow of the magic seal.

Walking along the path of the campus, Evernie looked at the smiles on the faces of these young people, and paid a little more attention to the arrangement of the academy in her heart.

Time is strange enough to change any perception of a person, and ten years ago, Evernie didn't care if the end came, and now, she has unconsciously put the Guardians in mind.

"Hmm...... At the very least, you have to protect your family. Evney thought.

Back in her office, locking the door, Evernie opened an envelope at her desk, signed "Sost".

The content of the letter was sprinkled, quite aristocratic, and at the same time, it also had an indescribable feeling like an official document.

Avni looked at it for a long time, and finally sighed, two years ago Sost had written to explain the research on 'electricity'.

This was a fantasy, but in the eyes of a dwarf like her, there was a lot of interest, and at that time she almost agreed to study it together.

Can ...... now Evernie shook her head, no matter where Sost's research went, she could only refuse now, nature bowing her head in the face of the mission.

Picking up a pen and writing a polite reply, Evnie put it in a drawer, intending to send it when she left.

Then she stared at the ceiling in a daze, recalling the experience of more than ten years ago, and pinched her eyebrows with her hand.

There is no news from Ferrante and Cassia, as if the world has evaporated, only Sost is still in the North Continent, and even mixed up, and opened a company two years ago.

What is the company? Evnie didn't know, she just thought about her former freedom and fell asleep unconsciously.

......

Three days later, Evernie set out on her own and sent a reply to Sost, bidding farewell to the Dwarven King, whom had been sent by her colleagues at the academy and even herself, and leaving the Holy Mountain.

This is what she calls a larger mission, to find an ally for the next catastrophe, the dragon.

The dragons don't have a tail, but there are occasional legends that dragons were once enemies, and very wise enemies, in the dwarven accounts.

Evernie had seen the corpse of a dragon in the ruined Scarborough, and it was not true that they were reluctant to contact the outside world.

This errand was taken by her on her own initiative, and now the magic seals that dwarves can apply are almost explained, and no matter how advanced they are, they don't have time to produce them carefully.

So only she is the most suitable for this trip, the so-called strength is not enough, the equipment is to make up, in the face of a powerful race with unknown emotions, the danger does not need to be said.

Avenne carried a long sword with a seventh-level magic seal engraved on it, which she had barely carved in two years, plus the experience inheritance of the Lem Oak Shield.

No one knew the Demon Seal better than her, and no one could maximize the power of the Rank 7 Demon Seal better than her, so no one was better suited for this journey than her.

Legend has it that the dragon hid in the southern part of the dwarven kingdom, even close to the snow line, so Evernie traveled south from the Holy Mountain to find the dragon's tracks.

That night, in a leeward col, Evernie simply set up a tent, with jerky and boiling water by the fire, while she sat on a stone and continued to study the sigil.

When you are sleepy, you sleep, and when you are tired, you think about how to reason with the dragon and move it with affection.

But after going around and around for almost a month, Evernie estimated that in two or three days she would be able to see the extreme southern snow line, but there was still no trace of the dragon.

The closer she got to the south, the cooler it became, and the cold light of the moon fell, so she drank some hot water and went into the tent early to rest.

Slowly, the moon gradually moved westward, a dark cloud obscured the moonlight, and a black mist rose from the ground, condensing into a black figure.

Wells wiped the sweat from his forehead, smiled bitterly and shook his head, he didn't expect him to sweat now, he really hasn't experienced it for a long time.

Calm down, Wells, who had left the middle of Hell, approached the tent, felt the sleeping Evney, and nodded slightly.

Then a black mist as thin as a hair spread, pouring down Evnie's eyebrows.

"The dragon is moody, and it's a bad thing that you can't understand what you say, so I'll give it to you...... Oh, I think I was a dragon-blooded back then. ”

Wells' voice grew quieter, the moonlight fell again, and his figure vanished.

The next day, Evnie left as if she hadn't found anything, and continued south.

Sure enough, three days later, she rushed to the snow line, resupplied nearby, and walked in without looking back.