Wizards of the North

Hall carefully looked at the figure of the dead in front of him, but couldn't see why. After half a day, he shook his head helplessly. I want to ask something, but I don't know where to start.

wizard! Hall sighed. I used to think that wizards were nothing more than that, with some weird abilities that they didn't even understand. But when facing Bran, he realized that it was not the case. He gave an answer, and it would take a lot of tongue to explain the answer. Believe that Bran didn't have the patience to explain too much for himself, it would be great if Irene was here.

Hall hesitated for a while, "Does the environment here affect people's will?"

Bran smiled, "What do you want to say?"

"In the beginning, I didn't think about targeting you. At that time, I was thinking about the possibility of exchange and whether I could get some information from the side. After Irene and you became friends, I have been observing you and I am very satisfied with you. ."

Having said this, Hall sighed, "I am not a wizard, so I am not interested in your abilities. Although it seems hypocritical to explain this, I always feel that my behavior is controlled by some unknown force. So, I Want to know the answer."

"Now, can you still feel that you are controlled?"

"No."

Bran was silent for a while, and then said, "Actually you already know the answer, don't you?"

"So, my will is not under control? I am confident that I am not a person who is easily affected, but at the time I was easily influenced by the opinions of others. After the incident failed, I heard the whispers and dreamed of those who died."

Bran snorted softly, "The environment always affects the will. When the sun is shining, people are in a good mood. When the rainstorm comes, some people are depressed and some people are uplifted. Although it varies from person to person, it does affect people's emotions and sometimes affects individuals. The will. But what about the impact?

The words and deeds of the people around you, including the conversation between you and me, affect each other all the time. As for control, maybe something controls your will, maybe not.

But in my opinion, everything is a personal choice. You chose the easiest and easiest way at the time. "

Speaking here, Bran couldn't help but laughed twice, "But you failed, so you started looking for the reason for your failure, and started asking why?

Looking at it another way, what if you succeed? "

Hall was silent when he heard Bran's words.

Bran continued: "I also heard the whispers. Although it is not clear whether it is related to the sound you mentioned, it is funny."

"why?"

"This voice thought I would long for eternal life, but life or death is not attractive to me. You are bewitched by your companions, because that is one of the choices in your heart. Maybe you didn't realize that it was your choice. It only strengthens some of your will.

Now, you know that I am invincible, at least you cannot defeat it. The previous actions against me seemed meaningless, so you have doubts.

The impact is still there, your doubts are gradually being magnified, you don't even want to see Irene who is close at hand! Don't dare to meet your own people.

You think you got rid of it, but the impact is deepening. "

Hall thought for a while, and asked: "You don't seem to be affected?"

"I was also affected. My curiosity was magnified. That's why I have been reluctant to let poor Jonah go. But I really want to figure out some things. This kind of influence is exactly what I need."

Bran took a deep breath, then pointed to the surroundings, "The influence of the environment has always been there, and the magic here is very special. If you talk about control, you are only controlled by your own desires."

"But, that voice..."

"The sound may really exist, but does it really control you? It can't even figure out what we are thinking." Bran waved his hand and became impatient, "Go back, or take a rest in my city for a few days. ."

...

Xi Rui sat under the tree in the villa, and communicated with the ancient tree silently. She has good talents, but she is not a wizard after all, so her perception of magic power is much weaker. The fairy found a workaround, allowing her to strengthen her spirit and understand the world through spirit.

The rise of Lily allowed Xi Rui to find her goal, and she began to become diligent. She sat down under the tree like Bran, only to realize the hardship. Whenever you enter the spiritual world, there are countless hot and cold needles in your mind.

Just whisper the habit. As the spirit gets stronger, you will become more and more independent and gradually get rid of the dependence on the body. Thinking of Bran's lazy appearance, Xi Rui not only began to admire the fourth brother.

She used to think that as a wizard, the fourth brother should be very relaxed in this regard, and there is no need to suffer like her. But whispering told her that the pain the fourth brother endured was far beyond her imagination.

Because Bran's spirit, abilities, and physical senses are completely integrated, that is the direction in which he has evolved, and it needs to be torn apart when re-adjusted. Power can't be gained out of thin air, he sat there slowly and firmly stripped of all this. Lazy, suffering alone.

And there are many unpredictable consequences, no one knows what failure will happen. But he just did it, completely indifferent, just to satisfy his curiosity.

Isn't he afraid of failure? Aren't you afraid of death? Xi Rui raised her own question.

Not afraid! Whisper to tell her for sure.

Are you scared? Whispered back to her.

afraid!

She may not be too afraid of death. As a native of the North, she has a calm view of life and death. But she is afraid of failure, and she cannot accept failure.

Where's your sister? Did she endure a lot of pain? Whispering, Lily is the darling of heaven and earth...

What about me? Xi Rui was a little curious and hopeful.

You too, having such a brother and sister is enough to explain everything.

And with their help, you are bound to go further.