The stars guide the direction, taking the tired people far away. Accompanied by the stars in the wilderness, the airship spits out thick black smoke and sails towards the abyss of the canyon.
Whippedon cried and howled bitterly when he parted with Anada, as if he had exhausted all his life's strength. The young soul trapped in the child's body turned into fatigue and weariness at this time, and the corners of his eyes were still wet, and he fell into the trap again.
into dreamland.
Angel leaned against the door with his hands folded across his chest, his eyes like the blue waves of a lake filled with a trace of sadness. He felt sad at the scene, which was probably what he was thinking at this moment.
The sound of footsteps suddenly came from the end of the corridor, and then stopped not far from Angel.
"After I go back, I will speed up my time to study the magic energy array enchantment of Prelude to Death." Angler paused: "In general, once a few difficulties are solved, there won't be too many problems. After I go back, you can
Remember to tell Master Prome."
"I understand." The visitor sighed: "However, your tone makes people very jealous. The magic energy array is not as easy to remember as other magic patterns. But you answered so easily... Sigh
, this is talent, you can’t envy it.”
After a pause, the person reached out and put his hand on Angel's shoulder.
"Angel, I believe that with your talent, you will become the greatest alchemist."
Angel always remembered this moment, with the deserted corridor in the background, the endless stars outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, and a pair of eyes full of hope and emotion.
"You too." Angel looked quietly at the eyes that reflected the starry sky, and after a long time he said with a faint smile: "David, let me encourage you."
"mutual encouragement."
Perhaps the night was too sultry, or perhaps the starry sky was intoxicating. Two teenagers, one leaning on the door railing and the other squatting in the corner, looked at the unchanging eternal sky outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, and talked about how difficult it would be for them to return to adulthood.
Topic mentioned - dreams.
Angel talks about dreaming of distance, and David talks of dreaming of growth. However, distance and growth are just synonyms.
Just like, the distance that Angel refers to is far, far away, far beyond the imagination of wizards. It transcends time, space, and even dimensions. Or maybe, distance is just a concept in Angel's mouth.
The two teenagers told the truth, but for various reasons, they each retained a part of it. This part was not selfishness, but a vision, hoping for a better vision.
Perhaps the description of the wonderful future was so attractive that neither of them noticed that they were separated by a wall. Whippedon climbed out of bed at some point and squatted in the corner, his eyes shining brightly, looking at the wizard and monster.
The longing for a beautiful and magical world.
"Angel, that Whibbiton..." David wanted to talk some rubbish, but the atmosphere was just right at this moment, and he swallowed the words as soon as they reached his lips. "He was really noisy. When he got on the airship just now,
, if that little girl hadn’t been there to persuade you, he might have dared to beat you.”
"I think he might hate you. Is it really okay for you to take him to see Butler Good?"
Angel: "Hate me? Why? Just because I didn't take Anada with me?"
"That's the reason. You know, children's love and hate are too easy to come and go. He feels that if you don't take Anada away, you just want to separate them and cut off Anada's path as a wizard, so he will be very straightforward. I hate you so much." David recalled the scene before boarding the boat and couldn't help but sigh: "He didn't think carefully about it, why do you help them again and again?"
"You also admitted that he is just a child. Although he is old, his thinking is still very innocent." Angel: "A child does not understand the basic rules that make up this society, so just be tolerant."
"You have to think about it. If it were me who was being scolded and beaten, I wouldn't be too lazy to help him."
As the airship moved forward, the stars appeared and disappeared among the clouds and mist.
Twilight Deep Well——
There are three major wizard families behind it, and according to the rotation system, this month's defense will be completed by the Lions of Lu'an.
Womason, the defense captain of the Luoan Lions, was promoted to an official wizard three years ago and is the sixth official wizard of the Luoan Lions.
Because of the twilight shooting, the flow of people in the wizard market reached the peak of the year. Womason sat in the guard tower for half a month, keeping an eye on the magic reaction in the mirror image of the magic energy array.
Finally, the big shoot is over. Nothing major happened in the past few days. Except for Twilight's two attacks on Sanders's disciples today, the magic reactions detected by the magic energy array were normal.
Womason detected Twilight's attack, but he made no defensive moves. That brat dared to disrupt the order of Twilight's big shot, and he should be punished accordingly, even if he is a disciple of Sanders.
And Womason didn't believe that Sanders would go to war against Twilight for his disciples. Therefore, he absolutely supported Twilight's killing of that kid.
Even Angel's location information was provided to Twilight by Womason. As a shadow wizard, Womason is not only good at shadow magic, he also transplanted the nose of the abyss mephit, which can combine shadow and information. Pheromone capture enables full control of the Deep Well of Twilight. Therefore, Womason can capture Angel's position directly with pheromones without even using the magic energy array.
Two hours ago, Womason couldn't capture Angel's pheromones in Night Demon City, so he naturally knew that he had left.
Womason didn't care about this. He was just a small apprentice, and whether he was killed or not was a matter within his control.
After the big shoot, Womason breathed a sigh of relief and left the guard tower for the second time after half a month. When leaving, he did not forget to tell his men to continue observing, and he returned to his laboratory to conduct research on his own techniques. .
Womason has great ambitions. He wants to use his own magic to step onto the road to true knowledge. But not all self-created magic can lead to the road to true knowledge. For example, Angel modified the "Cleaning Technique" and added it to the road of true knowledge. It becomes "Wind Tornado". This is barely considered a self-created technique, but this technique is modified based on previous theories and models, so the chance of entering the path of true knowledge is very low.
A truly self-created technique requires its own theoretical basis.
There is a reason why there are only a few wizards on the path of true knowledge.
Just when Womason returned to the laboratory and began to write his own theory of shadow law, the communicator began to buzz.
"Sir! It's not good! There is a huge amount of magic reaction, the location is the Twilight Auction House!!"
Womason's expression changed and he suddenly flew out of the laboratory, not even bothering to smash the iron door into pieces.
Womason came to the garrison tower and looked at the mirror surveillance of the magic energy array, his expression showed a look of horror.
At the twilight auction site, circles of red and black energy reactions appeared, and Womason felt faint. This was already a magic reaction that reached the peak level of a second-level wizard!!
Is there a level 2 wizard coming to Duskwell?
"Didn't Sir Huan Mo leave?" Even if he didn't leave, he shouldn't have taken action at the Twilight Auction House?!
"Sir Sanders left directly after the auction, and the magic energy array did not detect his return message!" the subordinate said.
Anxiety flashed across Womason's face: "No matter, leave two people here to guard, and the others will follow me to the auction house!"
Under the starry sky, streaks of light flew toward the iron square tower that looked like a metal ruin.
Today's moon wheel was surprisingly large and became a huge bright background. When Womason flew towards the iron square tower, he even vaguely felt that he was flying towards the moon.
Iron square towers, aerial staircases, and broken flags in the wind. The auction house, which originally had the feel of a metal ruin, became even more desolate under the moonlight.
Womason felt something strange before he even got close.
Although the energy response is so high that it is scary, why is the auction house so quiet as if there is no one around?
It was like there was a huge barrier that divided the auction house into two halves from the outside world. Everything was normal outside, with lights, people, figures and sounds, but inside the barrier it was pitch black and as quiet as a cemetery.
At this time, outside this layer of "invisible barrier", dozens of lights and shadows had stopped.
Womason saw the owner of the Shore Lion: "Cang Lion" Dedwaya, who was also one of the top leaders of the Twilight Auction House.
Womason flew to Deadwaya's side and whispered: "Master of the family."
Dedwaya had just received Womason's message and rushed over. He looked at the silent auction house with a trace of doubt in his eyes: "What's going on?"
Womason was a little nervous: "Not long ago, I received a message from my subordinates saying that there was a high-energy reaction in the auction house. I went to take a look and found that the energy intensity had approached the capacity limit of the magic energy array."
"The peak of a second-level wizard?" Deadewiah asked in surprise.
"Yes, I have asked." Womason lowered his head: "The only second-level wizard who has come to our Twilight Well recently is the Phantom Demon."
Dedwaya said without hesitation: "Impossible. I know Mr. Sanders. If he wants to take action against our Twilight, he will definitely inform me."
Dedwaya also came from the Savage Cave and was a wizard on the road to true knowledge. The relationship with Sanders has always been good.
"According to monitoring, Your Excellency Huan Mo left the Dusk Well two days ago and never came back." Womason said immediately: "But if it's not Mr. Huan Mo, I don't know who it is."
Dedwaya narrowed his eyes slightly: "You will know if you go in and take a look. The energy reaction at the peak of the second-level wizard is not necessarily done by the second-level wizard."
Deadewiah can do it even if he explodes with all his strength. It's even possible with alchemy items, so if you want to know what's going on inside, you still have to see it with your own eyes.
Dedwaya took Womason and then directed the remaining people to divide into three directions and enter together.
When Womason entered the scope of the Twilight Auction House, the "silence" he thought in the outside world was really just "what he thought". In fact, the Twilight Auction House was not as quiet as he imagined.
As soon as I entered the lobby on the first floor, I heard faint music.
This piece of music is not difficult to listen to.
But it's extremely weird, like a deliberately crazy adult fairy tale musical, with a fast pace, many high notes, and a long ending.
This style of music might not be too out of tune if placed in a circus, but if placed in a tin square tower, it would obviously feel weird and out of tune.
"Who is it?" While Womason was still asking himself, a figure suddenly stood in front of Deadewiah.
"The master of the house is in trouble! The little lion girl is dead!"