"Hmm~"

Gaiward struggled to open his heavy eyelids, feeling a hot pain all over his body, the burnt clothes glued to his burnt skin, and there was no good place on his body.

The internal bones should have been fractured in several places.

Truth be told, Gayward is now incredibly alive and conscious.

However, he soon learned why he was alive.

He was now lying in a small pit surrounded by many large rocks, and the stream of snow that had melted because of the fire was flowing beside him, and even steaming hot.

And in front of him, on the boulder, Merlin was standing quietly, looking down on him.

Char didn't even go to Ebth to find him, and after announcing his decision to the world, he went straight here.

Gayward grinned and spat out blood mixed with her internal organs.

"Looks like I've failed. Professor. ”

"The world is a world of countless people, and it cannot be changed by just one person." Char said calmly, "No one can reverse the torrent of history." ”

Gayward didn't have words, or rather, he didn't have the strength to argue with Char anymore, he just grinned quietly, I don't know if he was laughing at Char's words, or. Laughing at myself

"You're not going to die." Char said, "Your fate has not yet come to an end, and the next thing should be that the people of the Magic Association will come down and treat your injuries."

Ebth should intercede for you, and then you'll be imprisoned in one place.

It should be the Isle of Sky, far away from the world, a place of cultivation and a perfect cage.

Abs is there, and he is the only one in this world who can watch you. ”

After a pause, Char continued, "Do you want to live? ”

Gayward was silent for a moment, then coughed twice.

"In the future, will the human world and the magical world merge together?"

"In the distant future, there will no longer be a border between the two." Char didn't have any intention of hiding it, "The world you look forward to will inevitably come true in the future." ”

Gaiward's eyes shimmered slightly, "The future?"

"Looks like you already have the answer in mind."

Char's eyelids narrowed slightly, revealing a vague smile, but he didn't say anything more, just silently disappeared in place.

And not long after he left, Ebth landed on the side of Char where he had just stood, and breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that he still had signs of life.

In the wizarding world, as long as a person is not completely dead, there is a possibility of being saved.

Char returned to the courtyard of the castle.

The sun was shining here, and Alicia was sitting in the hanging basket, quietly reading a book, and the warm sunlight shone on her creamy white skin, even shimmering, like a fairy.

"Done?" Alicia Road.

Char nodded, "It should stop for a while." ”

"It's the Lantern Festival in a few days, are you ready for the dishes?"

"I'll leave the more cumbersome dishes to the Hogwarts cafeteria." Alicia flipped the page and said, "As for Sissi, I've already informed you." ”

Char nodded, "I'll go out and find Arthur by the way." ”

Alicia nodded, got off the basket, and walked up to Char to kiss each other on the cheek.

"Come back early."

Char bowed his head, returned to the living room, opened the door again, and as the bell rang softly, Char was in front of a piece of green grass, and at the end of the green grass was a lazy white cloud with different shapes.

This is Skye, but it's outside of Hogwarts.

Char walked out of the door, where it was a two-story cottage with a courtyard, which was Char's private property.

Of course, although the entire Isle of Skye, including Hogwarts, is Char's, he has given most of the land of Skye Island to Hogwarts for public use.

The scenery of Skye Island is good, Char and Alicia like it here, so they left a house here to come and play here.

One side of the house is planted along the edge of Sky Island, a row of ginkgo biloba, which is the national tree of Beichen, which was transplanted from Beichen by Char decades ago, and grows vigorously in the rich and demonic environment of Sky Island.

It's only a few decades, but it's as thick as hundreds of years.

The branches are tilted inwards and even put on the ground, which is artificial.

The sloping branches form a long arched promenade that when the season comes, you will enter a yellow world when you walk through it.

But now it's not bad, the leaves of ginkgo turn yellow from October to November, and they wither in late November, and now the ground is full of yellow leaves.

Char walked the path, and at the end of the path was a pasture with many magical creatures, including elk with blue lights on their horns, and even some unicorns.

At the end of the pasture is a forest, which is also part of the pasture, where the rest of the animals are raised, and there is a canyon in the forest, and in the caves of the canyon, there are even dragons.

Next to the pasture there is a three-story wooden hut with many eagles, owls and other birds on the top of the house, which should be an eagle house.

On one side of the eagle's house there was a wooden table on the grass that was more of a tree stump than a table, and a chair on one side was made of a tree stump.

And an old man was sitting on a chair drinking tea, drinking black tea while petting a very docile kitten, blowing the breeze of Sky Island, watching the horses and elk running on the grassland, and the sounds they made, looking very pleasant.

That's Moses, or Arthur.

It used to be Helen's grandfather who watched the ranch here.

But apparently, he was in his eighties at the time, and more than fifty years had passed, and he could not have lived that long unless he was a magician.

And Arthur's caretaker work is very leisurely, basically locking a few doors, and everything can be left to the goblins to do.

In the past, when he was dealing with government affairs, he worked at a high intensity for more than ten hours a day, and he would be idle for a while, and he was still a little unaccustomed to it, so he took over the job of guarding here.

He himself loved animals, and in a sense, he was probably the first person to learn Ogham's script in this era.

Char walked into the ranch and sat down in the chair across from Arthur.

Arthur didn't seem surprised by Char's arrival, handed the cup to Char, picked up the teapot and poured him another cup.

"Mordred is gone." Char said.

Arthur's eyes lowered, "I know, I also understand, my news in Sky Island, is not closed." ”

"How are you feeling right now?" Char said.

"He was born out of hatred, not by nature, so his lifespan is much shorter than that of ordinary people.

If it weren't for this, he would have lived for a year at most. ”

Arthur muttered softly.

"I've talked to him and he knows that.

For him, it doesn't matter how long he lives.

The important thing is whether it is wonderful to live. ”

"He is already living a more wonderful life than the vast majority of people in this world, and he has no regrets in life."

"But Britannia, which has finally stabilized, may be in chaos again." Char said.

"He has chosen a suitable successor." Arthur said, "Britannia, there is no longer a need for a ruler with absolute power. ”

"Don't you worry, is Gayward really successful?" Char quipped, "The republic that you led single-handedly will be destroyed." ”

It's not been three hours since what happened at the Magic Guild's headquarters, and news from Sky Island shouldn't be that fast.

Arthur raised his eyes to look at Char, "Will you let him succeed?" ”

Char picked up the tea in front of him and took a sip, then looked at the teacup in his hand with some surprise.

"Rum?"

"I brought it out of the palace and hid it for ten years." Arthur said.

Char quietly stared at the teacup and continued.

"He has a good talent and will be chosen as the Grim Reaper, and the name of the Grim Reaper senior who is responsible for carrying him. It's called Moria Britannia. ”

Arthur was silent for a moment, then continued, "Thank you. ”

"There's nothing to thank me for." Char said, "He is inherently qualified, it is only a matter of time, the soul of the ruler of a country has more special qualities than ordinary people."

As long as you are not a tyrant, it is easy to enter Elysium or become a Grim Reaper. ”

"It's the Lantern Festival in a few days." Char said, "Alicia has prepared a dinner party, ready to call you. ”

Arthur nodded, "I'll go." ”

Char's eyelids twitched slightly, and she slowly got up from her seat and left here.

Seeing Char get up and leave, Arthur fell silent and continued to pour himself a glass of wine.

But instead of drinking, he poured it on the grass on one side and muttered in a low voice.

"You did it, kid"

Mordred's fate exists because of Arthur.

In the established line of fate, he should have died with Arthur on that hill.

But Arthur himself changed his fate and ended his own in another way.

And this allowed Mordred to survive, but fate will still have some influence.

Clearly, he failed to rebel against his fate

Char did not go back, but went deep into the forest of the pasture, where many evergreen trees were planted, and the dense canopy of the trees shaded most of the sun, and only a little greenery shone in through the sun.

There are many pairs of eyes watching you in the woods, some of them magical creatures from the fairy lands, and some of them are extinct magical creatures that Isabel and Tony have recreated with cell technology.

Isabel has been very interested in the reproduction and research of these creatures lately, which is one of her great hobbies in the second half of her life.

She walked through the forest, which had a canyon in the middle of the forest, with bare rock formations, and the trees around her had become somewhat sparse.

When Char arrived, a large shadow appeared on the grass on one side, and it was a huge winged monster.

Char slowly raised his head, it had a strong body, a long, thick neck, a horned or frilly head, sharp teeth, and a long tail. It flies with four powerful claws, a pair of giant wings that resemble batwings, and its whole body is covered in scales.

There is no doubt that it is a dragon, but it is not yet an adult.

Dragons and wurms are actually very differentiated, the shape of wurm is very different from dragons, the only thing that is more similar should be the bipedal wyvern, which also flies with wings, and also has scales, the front page is almost exactly the same, just slightly smaller.

But there is a very obvious difference, the bipedal wyvern has only two legs, and the real dragon has four legs.

The dragon flapped its wings and landed in the clearing beside Char, and Isabel was gently flapping the dragon's neck on its back, as if to soothe it.

Soon, she shifted her gaze to Char's side and sighed.

"It's a strange day, you rarely take the initiative to come to me."

She flipped off the dragon's back.

"What's its name?" Char asked.

"Hada." "It's a female dragon, but she's not yet an adult, so there's no way to breed." ”

"Dragons seem to have a long time to become adults." Char said.

"Yes." Isabel bowed, "If you meet the breeding requirements, it will take at least thirty years, and if you reach adulthood, you will be one hundred years old." ”

"How's the strength?" Char asked curiously.

"At least it's better than those soft-footed shrimp who learn swords from your Merlin Academy." Isabel raised an eyebrow.

Char nodded undeniably, "It's true that the physique required for swordsmanship is too demanding, but if you have dragon blood, you can make some physique strengthening potions."

The dragon on one side obviously understood, and was a little restless.

"It's okay, it's okay, he's scaring you." Isabel reassured.

"Does she understand?" Char said curiously

"Dragons don't have the same IQ as those wurms." Isabel said.

Char nodded, "After all, even in mythology, dragons can occupy a very important proportion."

"It's the Lantern Festival in a few days." Char said, "I have prepared a family dinner with Alicia, and you should bring your sister with you." ”

Isabel was just about to nod, but suddenly, the young dragon on one side slowly raised her head and looked very vigilantly into the depths of the clouds.

It seemed to sense something, spread its wings slightly, its lips turned out to show its sharp teeth, and let out a warning moan, even a little irritable.

Isabel spotted her gently patting its neck to gently soothe its emotions.

"What's wrong?" Isabel asked.

The dragon let out a nasal sound, and Isabel seemed to understand, and she looked at Char with a slight bewilderment.

"It says it feels the breath of its kind."

"Didn't you reproduce a male dragon?" Char said.

"Nope." Isabel shook her head with a solemn face, "It's not it, it's the breath of an adult dragon, and there seem to be quite a few of them."

After a pause, she said in confusion, "But. . . According to the Elven Lands, the dragon must have been extinct. Could it be that the data is wrong?

Or maybe something went wrong? ”

Char's eyes narrowed slightly, looking at the place where Sky Island had just flown over, and his eyes were starry.

He seemed to see something, and there was a flash of light in his eyes, but he didn't say anything. (End of chapter)