Wizards of the North

Outside the door, stood fragile and quiet for a while, waiting for those who fainted to slowly wake up.

Regarding weapons, Vincent was right. For Northlanders, it best represents a person's temperament. The vulnerability therefore inherited Bran's patience, especially when facing prey. Even in the face of a group of low-strength trash fish, he never wavered at all.

As the miscellaneous fish in front of them woke up one after another, and after a brief period of confusion, they showed a look of horror again, before it released its confinement.

"Now, those who have never attacked me can go."

After finishing speaking, sharp eyes hung over Saisi and others, "As for you, you have to pay for your recklessness before."

Facing the handsome appearance of the fragile brother, Seth seemed to have gained a lot of courage from it. She asked softly: "What's the price?"

"Kill them, kill these people who betrayed you at a critical moment."

In the astonishment, those headed by "merchants" and those who had not had time to leave suddenly became flustered and couldn't help running away; those headed by Seth looked at each other.

Watching the fugitive's back gradually fade away, the fragile continued to say: "Your talent is good. Not only can you discover the world hidden in the shadows, but you can also steal its power."

Seth looked at the fragile brother with water shining in her eyes, and with a twitch of her head, she interjected and questioned: "Steal, why do you say that?"

"Ah--

Because this world was originally created by my master. Back then, I stayed with the master and watched it grow from scratch.

To this day, this growth has not stopped.

It was once a part of the master, it was also a part of me, and it is complete only when we are one. "

Inside the inn, Vincent and Dia stopped talking and looked outside together.

-That's it!

"It is my gorgeous disguise, and I am its deadly stinger."

Along with the words, there are stars scattered, and there are butterfly shadows flying. With that brilliance and butterfly shadow, the world hidden in the shadow slowly emerged. The inn is still that inn, but the original reality is turned into a floating light, like a bubble that is blown away.

Fragile looked down at Seth, "Why?

——What do you think. "

With this rhetorical question, the world in the shadows gradually disappeared...

"The point is not to steal, but you waste your talents and trapped in this small inn like a mouse. In this state, you don't deserve it.

Now there are two ways for you to choose: one is to take back the power stolen by you; the other is to prove your qualifications. "

Someone tremblingly asked: "Will you die? After you regain those powers."

"No, but you will lose the qualification to spy on the shadow world and return to the ordinary."

Seth shivered when she heard the return to ordinary. In this world, returning to the ordinary often means precariousness. What's more, the business of the inn is not clear at first, and the consequences of losing power are worrying.

She looked around, and after an exchange of eyes, she said very firmly: "We will prove our qualifications."

Fragile shook his head slightly, "Even if you lose your life in the process of proof?"

Seth nodded vigorously, "Well, even if you don't say it, we can guess it."

"Ah--

But I still want to remind you that once you start, you can never look back, so it’s not too late to change your mind. "

The two fragile brothers waited silently for a while, before continuing: "Some proofs take a lifetime to practice. Temporary performance can't explain much, and occasional cowardice doesn't mean you are a coward. Many things only wait until death comes. At a moment, we can draw conclusions.

You may not know it, or even believe it-death is not the end.

how to say?

It may be most appropriate to regard it as an inescapable trial. Don't worry, let alone be afraid, because the good and evil in this world have nothing to do with that judgment.

What determines the outcome of that trial is the path we practiced during our lifetime. There, predators will not be punished for hunting, because that is how it survives.

And this is your way of survival.

You haven't realized what kind of power you have stolen; you haven't realized the true meaning of that shadow. It is the reflection of life, the fate that all things cannot escape-death.

From the moment of birth, this shadow will accompany it, so a certain part of your life already belongs there. Perhaps it is precisely because of this that you can enter the world in the shadows by chance.

There is no doubt that this power comes from death. If you are not unheard of, then you should know its **** name-Dark Night. "

When they heard the words Dark Night, Seth and others' jaws fell in surprise, and their heads began to hum...

The **** of death—Dark Night, has no prominent reputation in this world, at least compared to other gods. But when the frost still enveloped the world, its figure was everywhere. Even if the frost subsides, there is still no way to escape its shadow in the chaotic world.

In my impression, it was more like an unlucky guy cleaning up the mess, cleaning up the deaths made by others. It sent a group of taciturn black-armored knights to constantly clean up and bury the broken bodies that no one wanted to touch.

That—just a scavenger.

The sporadic dark night sacrifices are more like a group of vegetarians, who seek inner peace and tranquility. They sing death, also because it allows the dead to rest in peace.

Probably so, at least they are not interested in understanding such a deity, such a belief. Even their shameful activities often require the cover of night.

They are afraid of death, they just don't want to see the result, they are afraid of people or things that can cause death. They know that one day they will face death, just as the carcass of an animal will attract a vulture that eats away. But at that time, what does it have to do with them before death?

The corpse will be buried and the soul will be taken away. Many sacrifices say this.

but……

Seth shook his head vigorously, unable to connect the extremely beautiful pair of people in front of him with the death of rot. More suspicious of their claims of predators.

The fragile brother, although not very familiar with the world, he also noticed the abnormality. In their impression, Bran is definitely a character that can be heard...

Before my eyes

This can be considered a discoloration, but why doesn't it feel right?

...

A burst of crisp and arrogant laughter came from the inn, and it was Dia who was laughing. Vincent on the side was quite serious, at least he didn't laugh out loud.

The world has changed...

this world--

These worlds--

Few people know the horror behind death...