The twin continents have some universal rules.

Those who walk outside know nothing about them will only invite disaster and even death.

Some of them seem exaggerated, but they are true.

For example, sailing in a small boat on the open sea usually requires the courage to see death as if it were home, because the farther away from land, the greater the likelihood of encountering danger, and the depths will never return.

The above is the conclusion of quite an experienced adventurer. And in the fleet that has been exploring the unknown, no one has returned to the mainland to tell the truth.

Of course, there are also speculations from outsiders:

It has been said that the ocean surrounding the twin continents is an infinite cage under the rule of nature.

No race or individual can challenge such extreme forces, or even find a clear line between danger and safety.

You can try to sail far away with your best fleet, and sail out with the dream of taking over a new territory, but it's only a matter of time before you die.

While these are nothing more than anecdotal evidence outside of existing charts, there are some examples to back it up.

That's what the existing sea is all about.

The farther away you are from the mainland, the more dangerous it is, and the straight-line distance between the Mirnik and Iverson continents can fit several cities. Even if you sail between continents, there are dangers outside the safe lanes, and there are also dangers.

And where we are now, it is very far from the safe waterway.

In the face of nature, the strength of one person is usually not enough, unless the ability is extraordinary.

At this moment, a young man was stepping on the edge of the boat with one foot, looking straight ahead.

He had brown eyes, deep and dull, as if the vast earth was condensed into a pair of pupils—and when such gaze fell on the earth, it was as if everywhere it was a vassal.

However, this is not his territory.

Dream Township.

Located in the depths of the Western Sea, this particular island, known as "Dream Town", is never punctuated on a chart – because it is a floating island that floats in the far sea, where people are not able to avoid it.

This island has existed since ancient times, and I don't know if it is natural or man-made, but since ancient times, it has been a pure land that distinguishes itself from any other country.

The entire island is shrouded in a hazy haze of outer envelopment, and the sea breeze rustles the branches and leaves of the trees, and the waves crash against the shore reef, leaving the mark of water for many years.

Even more important than the beauty is that it is rumored to be the place where magic was born.

In fact, the serenity and serenity seem to be in an unremarkable position, and it is only after it has been crowned with a grand name of concern that it will attract the most curious adventurers.

But the dwellers only want to be quiet.

In the introduction, this is a free city that is not governed by the realm of dreams.

A characteristic pointer can lead a person to its place. Unlike other islands, it will not be attacked by pirates even if it is encountered at sea.

Only because its guardian is the famous fire magister, Della Victoria.

Trickery and greed are useless in the face of sheer disparity in power, and any ship with bad intentions will be reduced to ashes by her casual spell.

Because of this kind of unreasonable and powerful man who subdues others with all his strength, some people speculate with dissenting opinions, saying that Dream Township is simply a pretense and should be "the place where dreams end".

- Perhaps the Victorian Magister had the ambition to build a city-state on his own, to build a fifth kingdom of four foreign countries in a remote place, and then to become king?

Speculation varies, but the truth is not enough. After all, outsiders only know its name, so they can't get a glimpse of the real "dream" if they scratch their hearts.

And it is precisely because of the ability to communicate with the outside world and be able to isolate secrets that Dreamland is often a meeting place for Magisters once every ten years.

It depends on who organizes it, as well as the mysterious mood and hobbies of the Magus.

Sonny Rodriguez's gaze rests on the island ahead of him, revered as a legend. All of its evocative appearances could be seen, but his expression was unwavering.

Even a little impatient.

After all, he wasn't a happy adventurer, just a not-so-happy guest.

The waves retreated as soon as they brought the boat ashore, leaving a dry arc on the beach in which the small boats ran aground.

Getting out of the boat, Sonny looked down at his leather boots on the sand, paused his gaze on the surface for a moment, and then made a move.

With a simple movement, the gravel on the ground seemed to acquire the properties of flowing freely like flowing water, and the boat carrying the stranded boat gradually accelerated forward, and the layers of gravel curled forward.

The man and the ship went away together.

The medium used to transport the boats ranged from gravel to soil to rock, which was incredibly hard. However, after stagnation and stuck, even the stones were turned upside down due to the invisible force, and rolled into a puddle of rubble.

Noticing the strange sound of the stone being twisted, Sonny remembered to stop further transportation.

But it was too late.

Looking down at the ground again, he decisively chose to go as far as he could, silently, pretending that the ruined stone front was not his masterpiece.

There are no villages and towns on the island, and it is usually more like a wasteland that no one cares about.

There was no one but him, only the sound of the wind, if it weren't for the fact that the road was still clean, it was completely like a silent dead island.

At the foot of the foot, there is a stone-paved avenue that seems to have the function of leading directly to the open plaza located on the front side of the island.

But not exactly.

Sonny didn't continue on the avenue that he had destroyed the front end, and turned the corner, pausing to the right of the nineteenth long brick of the avenue.

Originally, it was a shrub scene that was completely indistinguishable from before, and if you took another step, you would fall directly into the grass, but when Sonny walked in without hesitation, a different scene appeared in front of him.

It's like breaking through a transparent light curtain, but it's a different scene when you directly touch it.

The line of sight suddenly cleared.

Sonny's gaze was projected into the distance through the dense canopy. There were huts in the woods, swaying shadows of trees, and some of the people who had already arrived.

At first glance, all you can see are wooden huts hidden in the jungle and a clear stream, with the occasional fish jumping out of the water and splashing crystal water.

Birdsong suddenly came from behind the house, louder and louder, as if warning that someone was coming.

The green-haired girl was sitting by the stream, whispering to the puddle and the fish.

She wears two braids, and her side face moves with delicate hair flowing around her neck, adding a bit of girlish playfulness.

And hearing the loud birdsong, the "girl" also sensed Sonny's arrival and tilted her head slightly.

It was supposed to be a harmonious and beautiful scene.

The corners of Sonny's mouth twitched because of this.

"Caroline, can you pretend to be a few less? There's no one here who doesn't know who you are, and there's no object you can pretend. ”

Caroline Sandra turned her head directly when she heard this, looking at Sonny, and her tone was extremely pitying.

"Beauty is a habit, I have said it a long time ago, why do you need to deliberately pretend? Rodriguez, I advise you to think about your appearance, or the next time someone else treats you like a beggar, Cole will be disgraced. ”

Except for his messy black hair, Sonny Rodriguez's appearance is actually not as sloppy as she said, at most casual, and even has a different wild temperament.

But it is also true that he was treated as a beggar.

Facts that happened in the past.

Even so, Sonny didn't show weakness, but complained mercilessly, "With such a tender face at your age, you are really embarrassed......"

Caroline was unmoved, and someone pushed open the door and walked out.

"Two guests, don't you come in?"

As soon as Della Victoria went out, she raised her hand when a spell flicked and burned the barbecue grill behind the rock that had just been erected by a wooden mage.

That was the sin that Caroline did first.

- As proof, she sighed regretfully, regretting that she could not eat the fish raised by the Liberty Magister Dela.

As for why she talks to fish, it is because of Caroline's devout belief that the flesh of the small animals that pass through the exchange will be more intimate.

But instead of pointing it out, Della turned her head to look in Sonny's direction.

"Magister Rodriguez, although I don't have a paranoid hobby, you broke the stone bricks outside, should you show something?"

"I don't have any money, I can't lose it."

And Sonny's answer was of course, sonorous and powerful, not ashamed at all, but instead changed the topic.

"Magister Victoria, if it's just for a little thing to bring everyone over, I don't care about the old friendships. But I also need to compensate for the loss, so I have to ask you for reimbursement of the travel expenses. ”

Caroline was immediately happy, and immediately answered on the side, for fear that she would not be able to pick up the cheap, "Then I want it too, beautiful Sister Dela, we have a good relationship, at least give me twice as much as him!" ”

Although pretending to be tender is Caroline Sandra's proud strength, she is usually not seen in such an intimate tone. Her tone at this time was even pinched, sweet and tactful, as if she could draw wire.

It can be seen that Sonny's accusation of "knowing how to dress" is indeed true, stemming from many understandings during exchanges over the past hundred years, not jealousy of the superior appearance of his peers.

But Della wasn't impressed.

She just kept a calm face, not like she came out just to hold a long brick accountable for the damage.

Probably trying to find a conversation.

Seeing that the two respected magisters belonging to the Kingdom of Cole suddenly reached a tacit understanding, they sang and harmonized in a two-to-one posture, and Della slowly spoke.

"Two distinguished guests, please come inside."