As Esther had said, she had stepped out of the gates of Silver City half an hour later, and at this moment there was still no sign of any activity in the town, and she had already guessed in her mind when she thought of the thunderstorm she had attracted when she had fallen from the sky.

Luo Wei didn't expect that this lady would really leave Silver City after checking a few mushrooms. Both were very trustworthy, and Esther walked very decisively, and she carried a black straw woven bag on her shoulder, through which the soft light could be seen.

Colin Iliad was standing at the gate of the Round Tower, and he was a little surprised to see that Lovia had returned in only a quarter of an hour.

Lovia smiled and nodded, "He's gone."

Colin noticed her words, "Him."

"He is the angel of the Gospel of the Lord, and that story is familiar to us, and although no one knows its origin, it has been written down in all the storybooks and known by generations of people." When Lovia said these words, the expression on her face was fanatical and determined.

"Yes, the lark's story......

Lovia sighed softly, but her voice was soft, "I believe this is an omen, the Silver City has been illuminated by His power, and this is a revelation that we should all take seriously."

"It's not for everyone to know."

"I understand that he didn't stay, and maybe he was thinking about us, leaving more time for Silver City to think about it."

Colin shook his head, he didn't think so, but it was a good thing that the strangely capable lady left as promised, "If he wants to destroy Silver City, it's a matter of thought, we can't go too far...... Slack."

The smile on Lovia's face faded, "I understand, so it is necessary to discuss this matter with all the elders, and whatever your conclusions, I will gladly accept them."

Colin was silent for two seconds, then leaned sideways to open the door to the Round Tower, "Let's go, we should have a meeting, I have something to tell you."

A black-faced grass vine clinging to the outside of the round tower gently shook its leaves until the gate closed.

Behind the gate is the tightly guarded foundation of the Silver City.

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"You're going to carry these things all the time?"

Esther's expression was serious: "If 'stealing' is used to keep them temporarily, they will quickly lose their vitality."

The crow, who sat in her hair, chuckled weirdly, "Listen to the tone of your voice, it looks like they're going to 'die'."

"Of course they will!" Esther retorted without hesitation.

"The joke is good, but in my opinion, you're getting more and more confused. They are only spirits condensed from the spirit realm, and even the intellect or self-consciousness is vague, strictly speaking, only 'creatures' from your hands. Even if you are attached to something, you can't really get life."

Esther glanced back at the gray façade of Silver City, clinging to the black-faced grass, growing far behind her, "Why isn't creation life?"

Before the crow could open her mouth to retort, Esther went on to herself, "According to your previous words, I am a creature, and so are you."

The crow was silent for a moment before regaining his interest in speaking, "It's still different."

"You don't sound very confident," Esther laughed, "I thought you didn't care about that, after all, you've always been a child of Darzyberg."

"This does not change whether it is a 'creation' or not."

This time, it was Esther who was a little disappointed, and she sighed heavily, and tightened the full woven bag on her shoulders: "Yes, for us, this kind of thing can't be changed......

Raven picked up the oddity of her tone, "What about you? Is the former owner of the 'Source Castle'?"

The focus of Esther's gaze was on the distant darkness: "No, it's a 'fate' decision, a small mistake......

After a few pauses, she suddenly stopped, "No, where am I going now?"

"East."

Esther frowned and asked the crow who was clutching her hair and tying it overhead, "Is it still that gray mist to the east?"

The crow stopped making small movements between its claws, and the dead knot writhed at the tip of its fingernails, like a thin snake trying to untie itself, and the crow held it tightly again, suppressing the trembling of the hair:

"Your connection to the spirit world is so weak now? Don't you know what's over there?"

"Of course I know it's a part of the 'Source Castle' left in the outside world, an entity from another continent." Esther turned her head around in confusion, clearly hesitating about which side to go.

She didn't want to go to the "City of Dreams", let alone get close to the gray fog in the deepest part of the east, but these two premonitions were particularly strong, but other than that, Esther really didn't know where she could go.

"On the other side, there is essentia of various pathways. However, over the years, the sealed essentia has been affecting our side of the world to some extent, and you should have realized it a long time ago...... Oh, that has to be before you turn yourself into a fool."

The corners of Esther's mouth twitched, "Correct you, decryptors have enhanced thinking skills."

"Do my extraordinary traits have anything to do with you?"

「…… Don't talk about that," Esther awkwardly changed the subject, "You should have been here for a long time, I have some questions for you."

"Huh?" The crow replied lazily, not looking curious about Esther's question, but its suddenly round black eyes showed that it was thinking about something else.

Esther reached over her head and rubbed the sore roots of the hair under the crow's paws, which untied themselves under her fingers, "Are there any other surviving cities here besides Silver City?"

"Of course," the crow chuckled, but its laughter was full of mockery, "though there are pitifully small numbers, there are always some who are 'lucky' and still live in the dark."

After a pause, its tone quickly cooled, "There are also quite a few towns that believe in that madman."

"I don't think they're going to turn out too well," Esther frowned, but didn't reveal much, "Do you know which direction the nearest town is?" I mean there are still people who have survived."

This time the crow was silent for a longer time, and just when Esther thought it was going to refuse, a sting pain from the bird's beak came from the top of her head: "I can tell you."

"But?"

"No, as long as you stay here for hundreds of years, you can still find them......" There was a little confusion in the crow's eyes.

"I thought you'd take the opportunity to make a deal." Esther replied.

Black wings spread over her head, pointing south, "It doesn't matter, you'll always have something else to ask me for. And I'm not in a hurry for that."