Wizards of the North

Baz looked at the slightly flustered soul before him, and finally gave up the idea of ​​cleaning up the other party. After all, Bran warned them not to embarrass the soul who arrived here, even if that person had a **** hatred with you before his death.

When you die, everything in your lifetime is over.

"Fortunately, your piety has been recognized by the gods, so you are eligible to enter the kingdom of God. Before that, you need to wait for a while and temporarily reside here."

As he said, Baz stretched out his hand and gestured towards the front door, "Go over there and wait, don't run around."

After speaking, he ignored the still confused soul, got up and walked to the heights behind him. There, Mary is sitting in the second row. Two majestic white wolves lay on their feet, looking down the hall like a supervisor.

Perceiving someone approaching, Mary asked without looking up, "Have you found a clue to the treasure?"

"Sorry, my lord, there are things you may need to know about here."

Baz paused briefly and said when Mary saw that Mary had no intention of driving away, "Someone pretended to be a white robe and killed the followers of other gods.

If this is the case, it won't alarm you, the guy posing as a white robe is an undead. "

"Oh, you mean some undead got rid of control." Mary finally raised her head, "Are you sure?"

"The only thing that can be determined from the description is that that person is not one of our white robe at all."

Mary raised her head slightly, and then said for a while: "Very well, your discovery is very timely."

Watching Buzz retreat, Mary sighed, feeling fooled. After being deceived by Brandou, he never stopped. Various reports and requests for instructions continued. And she becomes a microphone.

Just like in Northland City, Bran once again passed on the affairs here to Dany and other members of the family.

A black fairy appeared on Mary's shoulder, "How did you find the treasure?"

"No—" Mary shook her head. "How about you?"

...

Dani was in the void when she received the letter from Mary. After experiencing the baptism of the magic sea, she quickly adapted to the environment here. At the same time, it also made her aware of her tremendous changes.

Stars of light wafted out from her body, spinning around her endlessly. During this time, although he has been busy arranging the starry sky, he has been unable to enter the state for a long time. And compared with ancient trees and fairies, the quality after completion can only be described as terrible. Not to mention that compared with Huahua, even if Huahua is only casually swaying,

Dany now understands that she can't do much in this matter. Bran just wants to take the opportunity to let them re-recognize the world they are in.

Endless void, endless stars...

The excitement of participating in the construction at the beginning has disappeared. Facing this starry sky, Dany felt desperate for the first time-when did she have to do it?

Only Huahua in the family didn't care, swaying magic casually, but no one could understand what it was doing. Unlike Bran, the habit starts at one point and gradually expands outward. Huahua's behavior is irregular, east and west. Perhaps as Bran said, no one can guess what the flowers are thinking.

It is precisely because of this that they do not know how to cooperate with Huahua. Perhaps Huahua never thought about cooperating with them. The power gap is too great, and insisting on cooperating will only become a drag.

Bran popped up not far away, and casually said a sentence that made Dany blush, "Good job!"

Dany sighed, "We haven't done anything yet, and we don't know how to do it, and Huahua has not taken the initiative to let us do anything."

Bran opened his hands, "This is not better, you can do anything according to your own ideas, as long as Huahua doesn't stop it."

"Is that good?"

"Look! In the face of this emptiness, whatever we do will only appear trivial, so it doesn't matter whether it is good or bad. It is good to use magic to show our past, feelings, or momentary emotions."

Bran smiled and pointed to the distance, "Don't think about how much you can do, just find a blank place to doodle at will.

You don't even have to think about finishing it, even if it's just a stroke, go to the next place. A little flower and a world are actually the same, they are all made from scratch and constantly improved. "

Speaking, an ink-colored flower bloomed in Bran's hand and was thrown to his feet casually. The flowers became bigger and bigger, and Dany realized that it was actually made of countless flower branches.

"A flower is a world, and a world can be a flower.

Draw a world, and then condense it in the palm of your finger. You can also enlarge it infinitely, continue to fill in the blanks, correct the flaws, and never stop.

Isn't that great?

With these things that can never be done and always need to be perfected, our long life will not be empty and boring. "

Bran stretched out his hand to recall the flowers, "Think of this as Northland City, and you can handle everything."

Dany looked at Bran in confusion, "including this strange undead that suddenly appeared?"

Bran nodded, "Just keep the fight in the ordinary world."

Dany smiled, "Then, I will send someone to hunt down?"

"It's better to let the Nether Messenger go."

Seeing Dany's visibly stunned, Bran explained: "One will appear today, and two will appear tomorrow. Once expanded, it will become a problem for me, even a big problem.

If I just hide by my master's side, I can assume that I haven't seen it, but as long as I dare to appear in the world, I can only usher in endless pursuit.

And it's time to close the net, I can't always let the dead resist the call. It’s just that the previous quantity was too much to handle. Now, you can try to clean them up.

So send the nether messenger to capture all the dead who have not got our mark. For those who are tyrannical and difficult to capture, even if they are killed on the spot and broken into pieces to bring them back to the Netherworld, they can't stay there directly. At this time, you must follow the cyclical process again. "

Bran sighed slightly, "There is no way to back down on this matter, nor can it back down."

Dani frowned. "It's better to come to the door and ask someone."

"Why? If we ask for it, giving or not giving it will only make people embarrassed. It's better to set rules and deal with this kind of thing in this way. Whether you die or live, it depends on your ability."

...

In the netherworld, Charlotte, who closed her eyes and opened her eyes, scanned the dead souls standing nearby, and shook her head helplessly. The colleagues couldn't see her being free, and arranged a job that couldn't be avoided.

Since she was responsible for several gates, escorting believers into the garden was logically handed over to her. Although the task is not heavy, it cannot be quiet.

Seeing Charlotte looking over, the soul asked a little excitedly: "Divine Envoy, when will I be able to enter the kingdom of God?"

This is also where Charlotte is most impatient. These dead people who have been blessed by the gods because of their piety will always ask questions in front of her. Initially, she will explain patiently and cheerfully. But day after day, the patience was finally exhausted.

Different people always ask the same question. Over and over again, it's annoying.

Charlotte raised her finger to the wall, where the answers to all common questions were listed. Then the tone was impatient: "See it for yourself!"

Then I realized that something was wrong, why did the priest who was just the prime of life die? So Charlotte's tone eased, "How did you die?"

"The despicable white robe violently wounded people, I blocked the attack for my companion..."

"--Oh?"

Charlotte gently raised her hand, and a book condensed by magic appeared in her hand. She opened the last page directly, and then spit out two words-fool!

"what did you say?"

"I said-you are a complete fool." Charlotte closed the booklet, "It was not our white robe who killed you."

"we?"

Only then did the soul notice Charlotte's attire, and he took a few steps back in shock.

"I said you were a fool, did you find out now?" Charlotte said jokingly, "Don't be afraid, the **** protects this place."

The dead soul in front of him couldn't help but shudder, and suddenly realized who the **** blessed this place.

"I said-you really don't have to be afraid, and you don't have to be so far away from me. If you don't want to enter the kingdom of God, just run away."

Just when this person was hesitating, two ghost dogs appeared silently behind him, blocking the way. Charlotte breathed a sigh of relief, she was really afraid that this person would run away and cause trouble.

"Really a fool, where can I go here?"

After speaking, I closed my eyes again, no longer irritating this nervous soul. After a long while, a question rang in the ear again: "It's really not a white robe?"

"No!"

"Can I pass this news back?"

"Humph!"

"It's a big deal!"

Charlotte regretted that she had nothing to do, but in jokes she forgot that some of the dead would always look for various excuses to return to the world of the living. So, she just kept silent...