"Sonny, we should go back to our lives first, Horn's whereabouts are unknown now, and now you are the only one in the North City, Aunt Nina, aren't you still interested in women just now?, how can you hear that girl's name, it's like you've lost your soul?" Selsey stood by the stable, watching Sonny saddle the gray horse, and whispered, "Besides, do you know where the girl went?" Sonny turned a deaf ear, wrapped the reins around the horse's head, and stepped on the stirrup with one foot. "Sumer is so big, maybe she's already back to Sunshine City, do you want to chase her to Sunshine City?"

"What if I knew where she went, would you come with me?" he drove the horse to turn around, and the villagers who had heard the news flocked to the inn again.

"You've found what you need, and I'm going to take my brothers' ashes back," said Sersi, tilting her head, "but you must go back with me, and when you get to the North City, meet your mother and tell her that you've done your job." ”

"No, the mission has just begun. Sonny sat in the saddle and shook his head. These days back to Sumer, he had been studying that parchment. Since leaving the Sid Mountains, or more precisely, the dragon's peak, the dark blue light on the piece of paper has disappeared, replaced by an ordinary piece of parchment with nothing on it, except for an ancient Sumerian incantation and an unintelligible cipher. He thought about it for a long time, but he still couldn't understand what it meant, so he could only repeat the long incantation day and night, trying to come in handy when he encountered the dragon.

Sersi snatched the reins from him and led the horse to him. "Stinky boy, you also know that the mission has just begun," he rebuked in a reproachful whisper, "You were the heir to the North City until Horn returned, and no Sumerian one had seen the dragon except your mother, but that doesn't mean it will never appear." If one day, it does spit dragon flames and burn down forests and towns, will the girl's whereabouts matter compared to the lives and deaths of millions of people in Sumer?"

But uncle, I want to know if it was an illusion that day, or if it was ...... What about dreams?" "Release, Sercy-sama, I must go to her." Sonny sat down in the saddle and frowned, "She's not far from here, and you can wait for me here, or come with me, or go back to the North City first." I promise you, it only takes three days, it only takes three days. ”

"Maybe tomorrow, maybe today, maybe the next second, the dragon will suddenly appear!" Sersi turned his head to look at the approaching villagers, who were commanding the convoy to keep them ten feet away from the inn. "Son, now your father is dead, and your fucking brother is missing. You're different, you're like Kenny Dalton, kind, kind, generous, and you've inherited almost everything from him. Be obedient, go back with me, and go back to Beicheng to preside over the overall situation for your brother. ”

"Madame will not agree, and besides, I am the king of Assyria, Lord Selsi. Sonny said with a bitter expression.

"She?" Serci shook his head, "Son, Lawrence is dead now, I am the regent of Northtown, you are Kenny Dalton's biological son, and Northcity is his life's work. Now that your mother is buried there, do you want to watch the dragon burn everything to the ground?" Seeing that Sonny was still silent, he let go of the reins in his hand, "I will ask again one last time, will you go back with me?"

Sonny hesitated for two seconds and shook his head. "Three days, I only need three days. ”

"One day, I'll just give you one day. ”

"Two days. I promise you that at sunset the day after tomorrow, no matter what happens, I will definitely be back. With that, he shook the reins, and the horses ran around the iron cages and the stinking corpses, and ran along the crowd to the north of the village, then turned east and galloped away.

The cold wind was chilling in his ears again, and Sonny felt that the sound of the wind was so reassuring to him for the first time. It was the wind of the Sumerian continent, and he felt that he was getting closer and closer to Sula, so he grabbed the reins and raised his head slightly. There was nothing in the way in the east, the plains stretched as far as the eye could see, half of the sun above his head peeked out of the clouds that were moving low, and there was a smell of snow in the air, but it did not fall after all.

At sunset, he drove his horse up a gentle slope, and from here he saw like a raging storm in the east. He did not dare to stop, for the time agreed with Uncle Sersi was only two days, and even if the storm was stronger, he would be above the wind and let the snow blow.

But the truth is that the wind howls like a wolf that night, and there are real wolves in the distance teaching the wind how to howl. He didn't bring torches, he didn't bring supplies, he didn't even fill the kettle, and the gray horse under his crotch was so tired that he could only jolt forward in the wind, hoping that the sand and gravel that blew into his eyes would not lose its direction, and that the horse under his crotch would not fall. "At least you must not fall until you find the illusion. He gritted his teeth and muttered softly.

The sun did not rise the next day.

The snow began in the middle of the night and continued to fall into the early morning, covering the earth with a white coat of lichen. Men and horses walked through the woods and fields, waded through the rising streams, the rushing water reached the belly of the horses, and the tops of hundreds of trees stretched out from the swirling rapids, and the branches grabbed blindly into the sky like the arms of a drowning man. The shore was covered with thick leaves, covered with fresh snow, like damp mats, and the hooves of horses creaked when they stepped on them. Sonny covered his frozen face in a shabby cotton coat and lowered himself, although his whole body was soaked with melting snow and trembling for a while, he did not show weakness, and now he only prayed that the horse under his crotch would not fall.

As the grey horse stepped across a familiar stream, Sonny, who was drowsy in the saddle, woke up. This time, instead of the smoky village, he saw a settlement surrounded by stone towers, and then rows of human stone houses.

However, when passing through the illusion, the centaurs seem to have broken their strings due to a brief relaxation, and Sonny only feels that it is dark in front of him, and he is no longer conscious.

When he woke up, he found himself lying in a stone house, white outside the window. He tried to sit up, but he felt sore, as if his bones had been soaked in snow, and his body was a little hot, and he had a runny nose, and then he couldn't help but sneeze.

Immediately, he thought of the purpose of his trip and the agreement with his uncle, so he pushed open the door of the stone house with his body.

"Awake?" asked a familiar voice.

Sonny looked around and saw that there was nothing, and it wasn't until he looked down that he saw the elder of the Earth Spirit Clan, Old Maude, standing there, his face not looking good.

"You didn't bring me any wine!" the elder reproached, pointing to the saddlebag beside him.

"What about Sura?" asked Sonny.

"Where's the wine?" said old Maude, not to be outdone.

"Don't tell me, I know where she is. Sonny braced himself up and walked down the wooden steps.

"That's ...... What is it?" said Old Maude's voice behind him.

"Alright, alright, I'll remember to bring you wine next time. Sonny waved his hand. Old Maud jumped on his shoulder and nodded with his fingers the thickness of a toothpick.

Sonny looked up impatiently and noticed that there seemed to be a dark shadow in the snowy air.

"Tell me, son, what is that?" repeated Old Maude, "crow, vulture, eagle?"

By the time Sonny stopped, the shadow was larger than any bird. It flew down from the sky with huge wings, so fast that it seemed to be the illusion they were in. "Elder, is there anything in this world that can pass through the illusion?"

"Nope. Old Maud craned his neck, opened his mouth slightly, and muttered.