After roughly negotiating a framework with Felwood, Balin took the lawyer Skinny Freckles, the middle-aged female accountant, and Alice onto the wide flying carpet and returned to the Blood Sea Enchantment.

The dozen or so Arcanists who had traveled with Felwood stayed in the crater to temporarily guard this new energy source that was about to become a blood sea enchantment.

Bahrain was still wrapped in a tattered blanket, and his face became more and more gray as the flying carpet slowly rose into the air.

The smell of sulfur that had perennially filled the crater faded away, and the werewolves below were busy rebuilding new camps like ants.

"Take advantage of this time to prepare your speech," Faywood suddenly looked at Bahrain with a playful smile.

"I'm not a hero, and I still need to give a speech?" said Balin, stunned slightly.

"Trust me, it won't be long before you'll be made a new war hero by the Blood Sea Enchantment. Felwood straightened his collar and glanced at Alice, a young girl holding a large wooden box, intentionally or not.

The smell of blood wafted from the wooden box, and with that smile full of love, even Felwood, who had lived for almost a thousand years, felt a burst of creeping.

Following Feiwood's gaze, Balin sighed lightly: "Master, I will leave it to you to contact the Ancient Magic Research Association!"

"Have you thought about it?" she may be in ...... mental state now," said Felwood, with a slight hesitation.

The Ash Warriors are a product of the occult of the Age of Magic before the rise of Arcane civilization, and now only a few Arcanists from the Ancient Magic Research Association who are obsessed with them have mastered those illogical mystical rituals.

That's why Bahrain never took the initiative to preside over the transformation ceremony for Alice.

"Leave it to fate, I promised her!" Barin sighed. Alice, on the side, hugged the large wooden box tightly, seemingly indifferent to the two people who were talking about her closely.

In the final analysis, the cause of Alice's tragedy originated in Bahrain. Bahrain does not intend to break its promises. With a gesture of help, this poor girl may be able to regain the meaning of her life.

The flying carpet cut through the sky, and the black, scorched earth faded away behind everyone until it fell below the horizon and disappeared.

The flying carpet breaks through the turbulent troposphere and rises into the stratosphere. The white clouds spread like a soft blanket under everyone's feet. People always have the illusion that they can step on white clouds.

The sunlight shone unobstructed, and the small arcane enchantments embedded in the four corners of the flying carpet blocked the low temperature caused by the low pressure outside, leaving only the warmth of the sun to pass through the enchantment.

"Whew, whew, whew......" The rapid change in air pressure made Balin feel a slight blockage in his ears, and the sound of heavy breathing for some reason seemed to roar directly in the cavity of his body.

"First time on a flying carpet?" Felwood asked, sitting down next to Bahrain. But he turned a blind eye to the werewolves on the side.

"When I was in school before, I had the experience of riding a few times. But it was a civil aviation at that time, and it was the first time for a combat flying carpet!" Bahrain tugged at the corners of his mouth with a slightly embarrassed smile.

"What school did you graduate from?" asked Feywood curiously.

"Princeton University, but I was captured in the war before I could submit my thesis," Bahrain said with regret...... thinking that his grades in school had always been good, but fate had suddenly changed the trajectory of his life.

"We're alumni too!" Faywood suddenly laughed, "When His Excellency Lord first came to this planet, Princeton University was established with the support of His Excellency Lord. I'm the first student at Princeton, and the prom is the most famous of any college on the planet!" said Feywood, as if his memory had gone back to the distant past.

"How's the school?" Bahrain finally couldn't help but ask, and it was estimated that it would be difficult to find out about his parents in a short period of time. In the era of war and chaos, an ordinary couple is very likely to encounter accidents. Bahrain had already been mentally prepared for this, but the school was more worrying to him.

"Rest assured, several schools have been evacuated smoothly. Now a United University has been established in the Blood Sea Barrier. Your classmates should have graduated successfully!"

"Yes, things are not people...... "Balin suddenly sighed with some emotion.

"It's good to go home! get some rest when you get back!" Feywood patted Bahrain on the shoulder and handed Bahrain a cigar.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Feywood, but I'm not a smoker!" said Balin with a slight gesture of his hand.

"Three hundred years ago, I went on an adventure on a planet full of ice, and that time we were in a great crisis. Many of my companions were frozen by the powerful Ice Elemental King, and only me and one of my companions were still able to move. At that time, I had just been promoted to a third-level arcanist, and in order to survive, I was squeezing my mental power to the limit, which caused a heavy damage to my soul. So I am well aware of the debilitating feeling that soul trauma can bring. Try one, it will ease some of your pain!" Felwood smiled and carefully cut the tail of the cigar. The right hand snapped with a snap of his fingers. A flame burns in the fingertips.

Faywood was engrossed in placing the cigar on the outer flame and slowly flipping it. It wasn't until a wisp of rich cigar aroma wafted out that he reached out and handed it to Balin's mouth.

"Don't suck it in your lungs, put it in your mouth and spit it out!"

"I'll try!" Barin couldn't resist the other and reached out to take the cigar. Gently inhale a puff of smoke and hold it in your mouth.

Soon a slight feeling of anesthesia began to enter his brain, relieving the discomfort caused by his systemic stress response.

"How's that!" asked Felwood, who had lit a cigar himself and put it in his mouth, with a smile on his lips.

"Hmm...... Not bad!"

Seeing that Balin finally showed a slightly childish smile, Feywood laughed.

"That's right! Young people just have to be adventurous. I think the first time I stole my teacher's cigar, I was punished for a whole night of extreme shooting!" Feywood patted Balin on the shoulder, reminiscing about his bloody youth.

"You've suffered all this time, but that's not a reason for you to be gloomy. This period will be a valuable experience for your life, but it is only an experience. Life has its ups and downs, and when we master the power of the arcane and begin to evolve our lives, we will always encounter all kinds of twists and turns in our lives. Any suffering can only temper our will, but it cannot let suffering distort our hearts!" Felwood looked at Bahrain with blazing eyes. This young man he just met must have a great future, and he does not want an experience in his youth to cause him to perpetuate his psyche.

"Thank you, Master Felwood!" Balin suddenly stood up and bowed to Felwood.

"Look at this magnificent river and mountain! this mountain, this great river, this forest that cannot be seen at the edge is at our feet at this moment! This is the bearing that an arcanist should have!" said Felwood as soon as he stretched out his hand and pointed to the earth under his feet, quite a bit of spirit.

"yes...... I can finally go home and no longer have to hide!" Barin muttered to himself, a faint smile on his lips.