As the sun sets, the magic street lamps turn on, and the darkness is driven away before the earth even falls.

Although the cold slowly fell with the night, it did not dampen the enthusiasm of the people in the slightest. The signing of 500 copies was completed early, but Eric was congested by enthusiastic fans and couldn't leave, so he had no choice but to hold an afternoon fan exchange meeting. Now that night is falling, they still refuse to let go of poor Mr. Writer, and it seems that there is a desire to let him return to his role as a bard......

Seeing this, Mu Yan was the first to slip away, and took Eric's dinner as a reward for helping him all day.

After leaving the downtown area, the world gradually quieted down, leaving the outer city, passing through the "untouchable screening barrier", the surroundings suddenly fell silent as death, as if suddenly abandoned by the world, dark, cold, dead silence.

It's like that's what winter should look like.

It's as if that's what a slum should look like.

There was still no one here, and after Philo's speech that night, the secret passages under Elemental Alley were dug up...... In the face of the truth, no one wants to say a word for the Tower. Similarly, no one wants to occupy an inch of land in the slums.

It's like a museum sealed in amber, preserving the last remaining bonds between the deceased and the world, as well as the conscience of the Jialan people.

Mu Yan silently walked through the slums, all the way to the west, gradually leaving the city of Falan, passing through a forest, to the Moulin Rouge on the outskirts.

On the farm protected by the thermostatic barrier, tulips are blooming like the sun. Mu Yan casually released a light spell and threw the light source into the air, and the space within the enchantment was instantly illuminated, and it also illuminated the Ember Tower.

The tower's long shadow fell to the ground, and at the end it was a small clearing among the flowers, where a tombstone stood.

"No matter what kind of suffering he suffered, he never hated the world."

It reads this line.

The old man played his own swan song in the wasteland thousands of miles away, and then the three creations of the broom, the pointed skull, and the big bag also became the most primitive forms, the broom, the candlestick, and the chest. Mu Yan buried these three things here as relics, as the teacher's final destination.

"Teacher, the students have come to see you again."

He sighed, sat down directly across from the tombstone, took out the red wine he had prepared, took out two glasses, filled each of them, and set them in front of him.

"Thanks to my strong memory, I would not have been able to reproduce the wine you prepared in Heru...... After all, the grapes of the two worlds are not very different, and strictly speaking, the grapes cultivated by the Heru people are fuller, and I think this should have something to do with the concentration of elements. Well...... Anyway, I failed a lot to make such a bottle of 'Carbole Red Wine', and I still taste a little nostalgic. ”

Mu Yan took a sip of the wine glass, the wine soaked the tip of his tongue, but the taste was a little bitter.

In a trance, he seemed to have returned to Heru, remembering the first time he met the old man.

"Ahem...... "He's not good at drinking, but he has a bitter face and sticks out his tongue after just such a small sip." I don't know why you like this drink, but I prefer plain water to it...... Well, in fact, the most I have ever drunk is a liquid that is said to cure Parares syndrome after 10 years, and this wine is nothing compared to it...... What, you ask me about efficacy? Ha, I haven't had time to stick to it for ten years, so naturally I don't know the effect......"

Mu Yan smiled, took another sip of the wine glass, and then slowly exhaled.

"I wanted to talk to you about a lot of things before I came, but now I'm a little nervous. I'm afraid I'll cry out as soon as I open my mouth, and you'll see the jokes all the time. This is far worse than you and Mr. Zha, he will only count and laugh at me when he sees me crying, but I won't cry when he does this, but you are different, you will comfort me...... It's too foul to do this, and the gentle comfort will only make the tear glands work hard, and it won't have any stopping function at all, okay...... So I put up with it until the bottle was ready. As the saying goes, 'Wine makes people courage', although this is our side of the saying......"

Mu Yan chattered for a long time, and finally drank it all.

"Amatho said that I have too many things hidden in my heart, and too many things on my back, which seems to be the case when you think about it...... So far, no one has been able to confide in me freely, not even Surya......" he smiled helplessly, "after all, some things are too shocking to say.

"After all, where I came from is a mystery...... I can't tell you that I spent more than forty years in Lokan after I made a backup of Lokan and threw it on another aqua blue planet, paralyzing that world in bed, accumulating a head of knowledge, experiencing the future and end of this continent firsthand, and finally being sent back to Lokan in 774 in the Faith calendar when the game was closed, and descended on Kanza, and was given the mission to save the world...... It sounds even more bizarre than the story Eric made up.

"I'm afraid you've always wondered why I know so much and occasionally reveal the potential of a god stick to see the future...... Lo and behold, this is the answer, and it sounds absurd, but it's actually true...... I'm sorry I couldn't solve your doubts, and I don't know if it's too late to make up for it. Speaking of this, Mu Yan couldn't help but smile, "Actually, I've been looking forward to a miracle, I'm looking forward to saying a lot of sad things in my own words, and then you suddenly popped out of which horn and told me that you weren't dead, and asked me, 'Surprised, surprised, your kid's secret is now all known'......

"I'm really looking forward to that...... But why hasn't it happened yet......

"Why hasn't it happened yet......"

The smile was gradually replaced by bitterness, and Mu Yan sighed self-deprecatingly: "Actually, miracles, people who are a little more sensible know that it is just a pre-arranged result, just like those whose fate is changed by miracles, in fact, smarter people manipulate their fate, and they should feel more careful thinking than anticipation for the so-called 'miracle'...... But there will always be times when people lose their minds, and there will always be times when they are naïve and unrealistic, like me now...... If you see me like this, I'll sigh. ”

Without the support of the magic power, the light source gradually dimmed, just like day turned to night, and the shadow of the tower became longer and longer, covering Mu Yan in it.

The latter's gaze was slightly confused, but his expression was unprecedentedly relaxed, he simply leaned against the tomb, poured another glass of wine, thought about it, and finally fell to the ground.

In a trance, he seemed to see the old man's helpless and complaining gaze, as if he was disgusted with his waste.

"As a mage, you should always be awake."

The old mage seemed to be saying so.

"But winemaking and wine tasting are what you taught me." Mu Yan smiled slyly, then sighed, stood up, rubbed his cheeks, and his eyes became clear when he raised his head again.

"I almost forgot what I was doing this time."

He snapped his fingers, and the elemental was re-injected into the light source in the air, and the world that was about to fall into darkness was illuminated again, like a burned-out candle being replaced.

"The time left for me to escape from reality has passed like this......" Mu Yan pouted.