Wright had a feeling of being deceived, it was so beautifully bound that it was a children's picture book, Wright hesitated, but since it was borrowed and there was nothing else to do, then simply take a look, Wright continued to read, "There is an island at the end of the ocean, the island is cut off by endless waters, no stranger has ever been able to step into it, and there is a kingdom of peace and happiness on the island. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Hawkers,It's a very ordinary beginning.,There's no feature at all.,Wright looked at the picture next to it.,It's drawn from a high-altitude perspective.,The whole turquoise sea.,There's a small piece of land inlaid in the middle.,Lush and vibrant.,I have to say that the painting of this album is very exquisite.,Every stroke seems to be drawn by the master himself.,Unlike other albums, which are simple color blocks and lines.,Fool children.。

"The kingdom is small, like a village, but the people in the kingdom are very happy, there is no dispute and no suffering, the gods have given them unlimited food and supplies, and all of them do not have to work" The page on the right is full of lush islands, full of fruit-bearing fruit trees, clear springs, all kinds of wild animals, and people are leisurely picking in the forest.

"After they had eaten their food, they spent all the time they had left to have fun, they painted, they sang, they wrote poems, they ran races, they had a campfire and danced late into the night, every day. Wright glanced at the picture on the right, a large group of people singing and dancing around the campfire, although the book described them as happy, but Wright felt a little shuddering when he looked at it, the shadows reflected by those campfires seemed to be some kind of weird cult ritual.

"This little kingdom also has a king, and after the death of the previous king, the next king is decided by lot, and the king is really no different from anyone else, and he doesn't have to do anything, but he can enjoy the best food and the best clothes, and no one has any doubt about that. "In the picture on the right, there is a middle-aged man, dressed in bright clothes and wearing a crown on his head, standing in the crowd, looking at others with a smug expression, while everyone else cheers and applauds him.

"But the son of the current king, Prince Bira, was never happy with the sumptuous food, not with the daily pleasures, he was always a little sullen, alone in a daze, as if thinking about something, knowing that one day from the other side of the sea a talking seabird flew 、、、、、"

Before Wright could see the illustration on the right, he heard a strange rumbling sound, and was about to raise his head to take a look when a wave hit him in the face, Wright couldn't stabilize his body and fell backwards, but instead of touching the ground he expected, he kept sinking down.

Wright only now reacted. It didn't seem that someone was playing a prank on him with a water spell, the power of the wind gushed out of his body, stirring the surrounding water into a whirlpool, pushing him out of the water, Wright quickly opened his mouth wide and spit out the water, just now the wave hit him by surprise, and he was poured a lot of salty and bitter water, and it took several mouthfuls of foam to make the taste in his mouth lighter, but he had already drunk several sips, and his throat was still very uncomfortable when he was stimulated by the salt water.

Wright looked up and looked around, the endless sea surrounded him, no shadow of the land could be seen in either direction, and the dark clouds overhead covered the sky as far as the eye could see, but the air was so heavy that it was about to condense into solids, and he could not feel the flow of the wind.

Wright can only suppress all doubts and look for a place to settle first, when his magic power is always exhausted, it is impossible to stay at sea all the time, and Wright does not dare to bet that this is an illusion and stupid waiting, if he loses the bet, it will be the price of life.

Wright flew the sea, he felt much more difficult than usual flying, I don't know what caused it, looked up at the sky, faint thunder rolled in the clouds, Wright did not dare to rashly raise the altitude or fly through the clouds, a little magician in front of the power of nature is not enough, a small lightning Wright is about to turn into a barbecue.

Wright doesn't have a clear goal to move forward, he just keeps moving in one direction, and in the absence of a clear clue, everything is also a gamble, and it is possible that Wright is moving farther and farther away from land, and on this sea without any references, Wright can't even be sure if he is walking in a straight line.

Wright didn't know how long he had been flying, he just felt exhausted, the lack of magic made his hands and feet tremble slightly, the sky was covered by dark clouds, and the light of the sky was completely invisible, making it impossible to determine the passage of time, only the dark thunder that kept surging in the clouds, flashing and illuminating the space.

It was obviously a stormy situation, but the storm never came, as if the weather was frozen by something, and Wright began to wonder if this environment was endless.

Fortunately, Wright's luck was good, he saw the only variable in this desperate sea, a broken tree trunk, Wright pounced excitedly, as if he saw a mountain of gold and silver, as kind, hugged and rubbed for a long time, which shows that there may be land nearby, even if not, relying on the buoyancy of wood can greatly save strength, and can hold on a little longer.

I don't know how much time has passed, Wright collapsed on the trunk of the tree hungry, and even had some dehydration, he was obviously surrounded by water, but he was going to die of thirst here, it was ironic, and the last bit of magic left only kept his balance, and he would not fall off the driftwood because of the detachment.

The weather finally changed, the heavy air stirred, as if a beast-like storm was hatching in the air, but it was more oppressive than when it was calm, and the sea was swept up in many waves, and Wright, who was powerless to resist, was often poured all over his face.

Finally, Wright felt a little difference in the flow of air, there was an area that seemed to hinder the smooth flow of the sea breeze, like a reef in the current, Wright finally paid off by using most of his mana to his spiritual sense, he used the last trace of mana to rush in that direction, the air mass formed by the wind swirled wildly behind the driftwood, and the small driftwood drew a white line on the surface of the sea.

He finally saw the land, but it didn't seem normal, there was smoke billowing, the trees were crooked, and there was a strange smell wafting in the distance, like a mixture of burnt and rotten stench, but Wright couldn't care so much, he was a little skeptical that it was a hallucination caused by his own fatigue, until he put his feet on the sand, he didn't believe it was a hallucination, and then fell face forward, fainting. (Hawkers,Because of travel and power outages, etc.,It's been broken for several days.,I'm sorry.,Thank you for not taking it.,Aligado)