The Kingdom of Fiore, a permanently neutral magical country with a population of 17 million, has written a legend of a magical civilization in this country famous for magic.

This is a thriving magical civilization, and there are large and small magic guilds in this magical continent, which are used as a cohesive profession: magicians, who undertake all kinds of work. It can be said that becoming a magician is everyone's dream when they are young, especially in this Fiore Kingdom.

However, just as sunlight cannot illuminate every corner of the world, even in this magical kingdom, there are places where magic is barren, and the town of Urissi is such a place.

Although it is called a "small town", the population here is not strictly comparable to that of a village, and during the day, there is silence in this large complex, with the occasional ghostly flash of two or three shadows. And only at night the town began to breathe, but it was not the lights of the ordinary people's imagination, but countless battles and fights. Violence and decadence pervade the land, echoing the other name of the place.

The shores of the wasteland – Urissi!

As you might not guess, this was once a very bustling magical city, with merchants, gentry and, of course, all sorts of magicians.

However, a catastrophe changed the place completely, and no one can say the exact reason for it, probably a natural disaster, or a failed magic experiment. In short, the dark green glow reflected in the sky, and not a single seed of Uurisi could break through the ground.

Without plants, the city is gradually losing its life, and the Magical Guild makes all the efforts to come to a desperate conclusion: Ulysse is no longer fit to live!

For a prosperous city, this is undoubtedly equivalent to a death sentence, and the population has moved again and again, and it has finally become a dead land.

Later, it became a paradise for the lawless, people who were abandoned by the world, who saw this place as a place to stay, and people who were desperate for the world came here to survive, and finally, it became a corner of the world that could not be written into the map, a place where they could escape from the world alive. The people here live on the garbage of the surrounding cities, draw nutrients from the most desperate soil, and here is its own exclusive rules, and this place has become a hell and a pure land.

Here, it's Ulysi!

At this moment, on the mountain of garbage that exudes the smell of corruption, a thin figure is bent over, trying to rummage.

"Lucky, there's even bread with wrapping."

Renault carefully unwrapped the wrapper, looked at the barely touched bread inside, and took a deep breath greedily. A mixture of wheat and milk poured into his nostrils and rushed straight into his brain, glowing with the sweetness of happiness. He swallowed, looked left and right, made sure that there was no one around, and gulped down the bread until it could no longer fit it.

"Sure enough, it's high-end goods, this smell is too fragrant!" Renault was about to cry with happiness.

Swallowing the bread by the neck, Renault couldn't wait to take another bite, but stopped abruptly the moment his teeth touched the bread. He looked at the bread in his hand, and after a moment of struggle, he viciously stuffed the bread and the bag into his breast pocket, then grabbed the rest of his "trophies" and jumped down the mountain of garbage towards a low shack.

"Hey, old man, you're not dead." Renault lifted the curtain and shouted into the corner.

After a while, a hoarse voice slowly sounded: "Stinky boy, Lao Tzu can still breathe." The man gasped three times as he said this, as if it was not a lobe in his chest that heaved in his chest, but a bellows with eight holes.

Renaud pursed his lips and threw the half of the bread in his arms to the old man, "I didn't even want to eat what I just picked up." ”

"Hehe, this is the high-end goods of Torus Bakery, you kid is lucky, I guess which stupid boy was dumped by the girl."

Renault crossed his knees over the old man and asked curiously, "Why do you say that?" What does this bread have to do with being dumped? ”

The old man chewed the bread in his hand and said thoughtfully: "This bread is called 'True Love's Kiss', and it can only be bought in that Tolus guy's shop every year during Valentine's Day, and it is in limited quantities, so if it weren't for something unpleasant, no one would throw this whole piece of bread that symbolizes love in the trash." Speaking of this, the old man glanced at Renault slyly.

Renault touched his nose, and sure enough, he couldn't hide anything from this old guy.

The old man smiled a little, looked north from the broken small window, and muttered to himself: "It's already February, I didn't expect it to be so long." ”

Renault's eyes lit up, and as is customary, every time the old guy shows this expression, it means that he has another story to listen to. Although Renault was skeptical of the legends in the old man's mouth, it was one of the few pleasures he had in this hell-notched place, and he didn't want to miss it.

Sure enough, the old man said slowly: "Speaking of which, I know Torus very well, he has no talent for magic, but he is a genius in baking, and we all like to team up with him to do tasks, because every time he brings a whole bag of desserts, and that guy has to chew things whenever and wherever he wants, and of course, we chew with him." ”

As he spoke, the old man unconsciously showed a light smile, at this moment he swept away the gloom of his usual days, and he was as kind as the old man sitting next door drinking tea in the sunset.

"After the guild was disbanded, that guy completely gave up his identity as a magician and ran to open a bakery, and in the blink of an eye, after so many years, we have all become a group of old guys. I don't know where the others have gone, maybe they're dead, the kind of guy like Nobra is not destined to live long, and Of, and Ivan, and ...... Layla...... Layla...... Layla......"

Renaud lowered his breath, he knew that it was difficult for the old man to sleep, his physical condition was actually worse than it looked, it seemed that there was a force that was depriving him of his vitality all the time, and the slightest movement could wake him up from his sleep, and to be able to fall asleep like this was probably something particularly happy.

He gently covered the old man with a broken blanket, crept out of the shack, leaned against the steel bar beside him, and looked at the night sky with his arms crossed.

At this time, the sky was faintly white, but the stars in the sky were still bright, and Renault stared blankly, not knowing what to think.

"Magician, I really want to see it, real magic."