What happened outside the fog did not reach the mist.

Morris didn't know that Lilith, who was chasing her, was temporarily dead, and he didn't know that the island was a kingdom of gods.

It has the scenery described in fairy tales or fantasy poems, but there is no remnant of the spirit of the gods, no heroic spirits to guard it, and no believers to be brought in.

In the name of a kingdom of God, this place is too desolate and bleak.

As a result, Morris only saw it as a desert island that had a lot to do with the gods.

He unconsciously guessed the power of the gods.

......

Jessica fell silent. Morris thought about it and couldn't help but comfort her: "Don't worry, it's only the second day." ”

"I'm a little confused," Jessica replied confused, "what's the point of us here?"

"Who knows. Morris smiled bitterly, "...... Why haven't you slept yet?"

"Can't sleep. Jessica replied softly, "Aren't you too?" I thought the terrestrial would sleep at night. ”

"Yes, but not so fast. Muris said.

There was a feeling of fogging in his heart.

"Why don't we talk?"

As he pondered how to say this more freely, his heart began to beat heavily, and the night became ambiguous. He finally sighed.

Forget it, it's not interesting.

"Your craft isn't very good. Jessica looked at the dead bird in his hand and said with a sense of curiosity, "But it's a delicate magic." ”

"Thank you," Muris accepted the second half of the compliment, "and your singing voice is good, too." ”

Jessica didn't respond to him, she propped her hands on the reef, her starry eyes shining: "I haven't asked you why you want to go to sea." You don't look like a guy who has to make a living from fishing or trading - like that ...... Sailors aboard the Eedin Beauty, it seems that you land-borns will come to sea for these two things. ”

"It's also for war, or for adventure. As for me, it's more like I came here in a daze. Morris smiled wryly and told Jessica what had happened.

"It's a disaster. Jessica in a word.

What happened during this time was a disaster.

......

The mermaid girl returned to the deep sea in the light of the stars, and from the beginning to the end, she did not show the slightest hint of ridicule or doubt.

Morris watched her go away, and he yawned and decided to go back to rest, and the little episode was finally over.

The starry sky on the sea was deep, but the night in the jungle seemed gloomy, and Morris lay on his "bed" made by himself, pillowing his right hand in a daze.

At this moment, a long beast roared and the beasts on the desert island howled one after another.

The dense chorus converged into a deep roar, like mourning.

It reverberates across the desert island through dense leaves, branches, and mist, and is shaken by seagulls...... Or other birds are like waves, flying in circles in the jungle.

Hell, how could he not see these guys during the day, Morris was startled, he quickly sat up, shook his sore arm, and squinted his eyes to see if there were any beasts coming towards him.

No, there were no dark green pupils in the night, and the dark and mysterious jungle had regained its silence after a period of noise.

But his heart was lifted by the chorus of these beasts. He looked at the campfire, it didn't give him the courage to face the unknown.

Honestly, Morris didn't want to be eaten by the beast at night.

Yesterday was lucky, he reminded himself that today is not necessarily such good luck.

So what to do? Cloth an enchantment?

Morris mentally overturned this proposal, and even if he turned himself down, he didn't have the right materials to cast the spell.

After a series of distresses, he didn't lose anything but an alchemy bracelet strung on his left hand.

The bracelet was more memorable than useful, and was given to him by his teacher after he had completed his magical studies.

Morris sighed, his drowsiness gone.

I probably won't be able to sleep tonight. He thought.

......

But Morris clearly overestimated himself.

In fact, when he lay back, sleepiness rushed over his eyes again, and the little ones struggled to close his eyelids.

In the night, only the sound of the tide washing the sandy shore remained, and the jungle was silent.

He told himself that it would be enough for me to squint for a while. You must not fall asleep.

His mind was racing about the day: the fog that had sent his magic back, the doubts he had about Jessica, the hazy emotions......

Then, his consciousness fell into a soft dream.

......

Morris opened his eyes.

In front of me was a heavy iron curtain, which did not shake or end, and infinite darkness stretched in all directions.

His thoughts diverged. It was like a kind of reticulated ripple that scattered and divided Morris into countless pieces.

Countless Morris stood in all corners of the Iron Curtain. Together, they see everything.

But everything was dark.

Somewhere in the darkness suddenly rose a beam of fire, which seemed to be in the center of the Iron Curtain, and as if in the corner.

It was a rootless flame, it burned vigorously, but nothing was illuminated, and darkness poured down layer by layer.

All of Morris's consciousness swarmed over it, concentrating on its sprouts.

It resembles a clump of red plants, growing sparsely in the darkness. Its foliage is solid, vibrant and flamboyant.

The Iron Curtain contrasts with the deep, cold black and the warm, vivid red.

Morris had to keep his eyes on the red in order not to be attracted to the black.

"What do you see?" suddenly a voice whispered.

It was as if a hair was scratching Morris's ear, and his head was tingling with pleasure.

Who is it?, he thought.

He looked back and saw a burning color on his retina, the after-effects of staring at the flames for too long.

But he did see a figure.

He closed his eyes and rubbed them, then opened them again.

"Loman?" he was surprised to see the girl appear beside him.

When he noticed this, a warm touch came from his arm. He lowered his head and found himself sitting on the soft beach, while Loman hugged him beside him.

It was dark now, and a star was like the moon in the sky, and a fire was burning nearby, illuminating the faces of the two people.

In the distance, the sea shimmered in the darkness.

For a moment, a ridiculous idea popped up for Morris: he thought that Loman had also come to this desert island. But the scene in the memory surfaced, overwriting this thought.

He shouldn't have forgotten it.

"Say yes. What do you see?"

The girl in front of her naughtily curled the corners of her mouth, urging him to give the answer.

"I see ......," Morris turned around.