At the bottom of the three-storied tower, Sacksis was still sitting by the blue gem, pulling out spider silk arcs of light and runes between his hands. Occasionally, he would get a response—a tiny blue dot of light flickering at the edge of a rune or line, and the communication between the two different souls was silent and smooth.

Iss had been standing behind him for a long time. Even a small half of those runes he couldn't tell what they were, and he couldn't understand the silent communication. Ignored...... The displeasure of being excluded made him a little irritable, and he deliberately knocked his cane on the floor lightly.

Sackses looked back at him. His gaze fell more on the staff—a reddish-brown oak cane that looked very ordinary, as thick and simple as it had been made to support a frail old man compared to the slender elegance that the casters loved, and the head of the staff was only a naturally formed branch, without the slightest sign of carving, nor any precious stones.

“...... It's not done. He spoke softly, "Because my father was never sure what to do with it." ”

“...... As long as it works. "Isis is hard and cold.

Sackses laughed.

It was like my mother's answer. He said, "She...... Not quite like an elf. ”

However, Iss did not have the patience or sympathy of Ed, and was willing to listen quietly to his recounting of the distant past.

"Yours. ”

He threw his cane as hard as if he didn't have time to regret it.

Sacthus lifted his hand to catch it, his fingers unconsciously rubbing over the not-so-smooth surface. He couldn't feel the rough touch anymore—the power of the moonrise was dissipating, and he was just a soul after all.

He couldn't even retrieve many familiar feelings from his memory...... That's been too long.

He whispered the incantation, and the staff stood there unresponsive for a few moments, before there was a soft thud as if awakened suddenly, and the gnarled branches at the tips began to dance, swirling and twisting, twisting into a still flame, or a budding flower. Then it paused, as if trying to retrieve its memory from its sleepy mind, and a moment later the "bud" burst into bloom, dark green leaves emerging from the branches, and pure white flowers blooming and withering in an instant, bearing fingertip-sized green and brown acorns.

Dots of blue light flew around the cane growing like a tree, and the power that emanated from it made it feel delicious, but strangely incomprehensible.

Sackses held it. His posture was more like holding it in his arms, looking up to see how it awoke from its long sleep, watching it fly around it like a bee teasing it with its quivering buds, but he couldn't find the blue spot at the bottom of his mouth.

"Are you ready?" he asked.

Is's brow had just furrowed, and the green light had already skyrocketed from his cane, and he couldn't help but be swept into it.

He tensed his muscles in a slight dizziness and stood steadily. White scales rose and disappeared beneath the smooth skin of the human, claws poking out from the fingertips and hiding in the palms. In the blink of an eye, there was a sea of green.

He stood in the middle of an oak forest. It was not the vicissitudes of old trees like Grivar, but a new wood, and the young leaves of the treetops could be touched by reaching out, and the rich aroma of grass and trees was steaming in the air, as if it were a forest after the midsummer rains, and every leaf was green under the bright sun, but there was no summer heat, only the wind from nowhere rolled up the tiny petals, and fell on his shoulders like snow.

What surprised him even more was the power that pervaded the place—like the legendary ancients, every speck of dust was filled with magical power, and the water soaked him in it, making it difficult for him to breathe for a short time.

He heard Sacse's voice, as if from across the water, telling him in the language of a dragon what should have been an instinctive skill:

"Imagine yourself as a fish in the water. ”

...... I can spit out a bubble for you.

He thought indignantly, and was angry at his own naivety.

The power flowed into his body, and it also smoothed out the little irritable little glitch in his heart. By the time Sachses spoke again, he had calmed down.

"Welcome to the 'Garden'. The elf stood up and smiled at him, like a proud, but not overly enthusiastic host—and indeed he was the master of the place.

It's rare to be like a "real dragon" who wants to take it by force, but in the end he still returns what belongs to someone else. The depressed ice dragon curled his fingers and nodded a little awkwardly, suddenly feeling that his original justified request didn't seem to be easy to say.

“...... I know you promised Ye Ying a request. Instead of embarrassing him, Sachses took the initiative to bring up the topic, "So...... Did you bring it?"

Iss hesitated for a moment, then spread his hands.

Of course, he couldn't have brought Ye Ying's entire corpse over. He also knew that his promise to the old spotted leaf dragon at that time was a difficult request for Saxis, especially if it was the Leaf Shadow who caused his death, as the legend suggests.

He then incinerated Ye Shadow's corpse, cursing part of it into a dark green, translucent stone. This is probably not the "rest" that Ye Ying wants, but it does not be disturbed in any way.

"It probably thinks that if it is buried here, at least its soul will survive. He said, "But since his soul has been swallowed by you......"

"Its soul wasn't swallowed by me. Sackses replied calmly, "I just took its life, and its soul disappeared the moment it stopped breathing." Maybe you should ask it, is it with whom...... Made a trade that shouldn't have been made. ”

“...... Where do you ask?" Is's tone turned vicious again, "Hell?"

Saxes just tugged at the corners of his mouth, but Is's own mood became worse. He probably made a deal with someone he didn't even remember...... So, if he dies, will his soul disappear like that?

“...... Anyway," he said, holding up the egg-like stone, and speaking as if it were a command, "I'm going to bury this here...... Is that okay?"

Sachses looked at him for a moment and laughed softly.

"Is it okay if I use it as nourishment for this world?" he asked.

"Whatever you want. Isis replied impatiently, "The body that has lost its life should have been the nourishment of other lives. ”

That's the rule of the ancient dragons...... But after their bones were turned into weapons by the enemy, they were gradually abandoned.

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