Wizards of the North

In the inn, a flustered look flashed across Dia's face, but looking at the "fragility" within reach, he gritted his teeth and still didn't want to leave.

Outside the inn, Vincent, who hurriedly rushed over, couldn't help but hesitate at the moment he lifted the stepping door, and then fell heavily, with a low muffled noise, stunned all the mortals in the surroundings.

Hearing the fragility, he respectfully bowed to Vincent, and walked out the door very winking. And the trash fishes that are still in confinement move out of the door with it.

Now, Dia is in a hurry! She got up to stop, but her father's words made her sit down again...

"Wait, don't go." Vincent turned his head and said to Fragile, "I have something to ask you."

Fragile nodded silently, looking a little reluctant. It's a pity that Vincent didn't care whether he wanted it or not. He had already sat across from his daughter.

"Why did you come and how did you find me?"

"Ugh--

Since childhood, you are not a child who can hide your mind. I said hello to that side long ago, if you want to come out, let me know in advance. "

"Uh……"

"In any case, I am also Bran's uncle; in any case, I did not beat you to vent his anger when I was a kid." At this point, Vincent shook his head and laughed. "No matter what, he is grateful after all."

"you--"

Dia paused, his eyes swayed slightly and a flattering smile: "Help me keep the fragility."

"Ugh--

This kind of thing, even Bran doesn't mean it. If you already have a weapon of wisdom, what can you do if you don't want it?

And, I'm already helping you.

The reason why I came here late was that I stopped a few people with the same mind. Unfortunately, they couldn't stop them all, and Adam and Aiqi waited outside the inn. As for whether there is anyone else in the dark, I am not very clear.

But these two people pose the greatest threat to you. "

Dia's eyes widened, "So, Meow is here too?"

"That's just a fun party, you don't have to worry. With Bran's temperament, if you really want to give your own children, you won't have the turn to wait here. By the same token, I haven't looked down on some of my children for so many years. , How can you choose meow at this time?"

Having said this, Vincent sighed: "It's probably not seen by anyone."

"--Oh?

You pour cold water again. "

Vincent smiled bitterly, "I only hope that you can make fewer mistakes. Those reminders are never meant to pour your cold water. You are just too obsessed with the present, unwilling to believe or want to believe some facts.

Take the two-sword fragility as an example, there was indeed someone who might have taken it back then, but unfortunately it was not successful. "

"Who?"

"Xiri-

After all, it was his sister, who knew him and knew the pair of knives. But, it finally returned to Bran. For us Northlanders-weapons are no better than others, and often represent a person's temperament and style.

Before Bran appeared, each of us would personally create our own weapons, which are unique; after Bran appeared, he took over the work, but some things have not changed, that is, those weapons are always unique.

This kind of uniqueness is not entirely because of Bran himself, but also for our reasons-it is a weapon tailored for us after all.

From this point of view, Bran’s vision of people is truly surprising. You know, we are not completely greedy for the sharpness and toughness of the weapon, but it is really easy to handle...

After all, our generation is just a group of old-fashioned warriors.

Do not laugh!

Isn't this what you think of us in private? "

Dia was silent for a moment, "I understand what you mean, but I know what I am suitable for. We war witches, we young people have always known, so we will continue to change and adapt.

What you want are utensils that suit you; what I want are things that can tempt me and make me pursue desires. "

Dia grinned, "So, you guys are really old-fashioned."

After speaking, I couldn't help but let out a sigh.

"Ugh--

This is the case as far as I can remember, and what you think is inappropriate will do everything possible to obstruct it. But is there really something suitable in this world?

From the first time I picked up the swords, I have been adapting until I am thoroughly familiar with them. Before everything was finalized, I met Bran and saw some interesting things, only to realize that it was okay.

Some things may be wrong, but I have witnessed him fight life and death with the wrong things, and finally survived.

You might say that he is a wizard, different from us.

maybe……

But I always think-I can also become so different. Over the years, I have been pursuing and adapting to those new rules, powers, and endless new things.

And many of these things are always changing, just as fragility today is very different. If it's appropriate...

--Ah!

Not only me, even Bran is no longer suitable.

What I think about is that I am more able to adapt to its changes and can play its power better.

The world has changed many years ago, and we have also learned to try our best to adapt to it many years ago. Unfortunately, it is difficult for you to learn to adapt after all. "

Dia looked outside, "The wizard stopped and watched, hoping to see that you can make changes, but they won't stop forever. If most of you still hold this attitude, you will be thrown away sooner or later. At that time, they probably won't wait any longer.

You see, the wizards seem to have done nothing recently, but they are not. They are always accumulating strength, but the way is too unexpected. It was like Bran turned the objects around him into creatures; it was like fragility suddenly appeared here, ready to subdue these humble creatures.

We war witches have stayed with wizards for too long, so we understand these and how to adapt to them.

Hearing clearly, it is adaptation.

We seek change in the process of adapting, but you are different. It is difficult for you to give up certain concepts, you just want to change others, or other things that should be changed.

I know that you don't want to do this, it's just habit. However, this really makes it difficult for us to get along, because if we get along with you, I am worried that I will be thrown away by my companions.

Once thrown away, I am afraid I will never catch up with them again.

War witch, warrior walking on the road of wizards.

But do you know that our ambitions are more than just following?

It's just that the wizards went too fast...

But as the world continues to expand, they gradually seem to be incapable, and their eyes can no longer cover everything. Bran shrank in the illusion, Lily was hidden under the light, and we would also have the opportunity to occupy a corner of the world.

These places of life are just the beginning, a cornerstone for us to gain strength, and the broader universe is our ultimate goal.

The deity may already be the ultimate goal for you, but it is just the beginning for us. Facing the wider world, I need strength, enough strength to be handy.

Or, the ones I have longed for..."