So the two walked down the tower along the long winding stairs.

The weather outside was surprisingly clear and brilliant, and the guards saluted Brian's righteous figure, and he nodded to them and a lieutenant riding on horseback, while the female lord watched all this with interest.

"Then there is the fortress of Mokou Town, the former rock bunker." Brian said.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! On the right side of their direction, there is a training area, where some soldiers from Mokou Town are "fighting" against training dummies, and the sound of "bangbang" intersecting swords and wood comes one after another.

On their left, young recruits were fighting with real guns and swords, the sound of metal collision mixed with the commander's orders.

The priests and apprentices from the temple of knowledge that were invited to observe carefully beside them, ready to replace them at any time, or use divine magic to treat the injured.

"This looks... quite martial." The female lord observed everything with interest.

"There is no way. On one side of us is the dangerous far-sea swamps and the Storm Horn Mountains, and on the other side is the endless desert." Brian said, continuing to move forward, moving further and further away from the soldiers just now.

“We have many dangers.”

"It's true." Mycella agreed, "besides facing the militarized ghost city, more dangers come from the wilderness and orcs."

"Stop!" At this moment, a voice shouted loudly.

Several guards came over with swords and battle axes. The female lord stopped and stood aside and looked at Brian curiously.

Brian looked at the running guards, who immediately recognized him, then put away his weapons and bowed to pay tribute, while one of the gray-haired and unshaven men stood attentively and saluted even more seriously.

"I'm very sorry, Lord Lord," he said. "I'm not told that you will pass by with your guests. Do I need me to arrange an escort?"

"No need." Brian smiled and greeted, "Thank you, Captain Moen, thank you for your kindness. In our own territory, I'm afraid no one can hurt me."

The serious captain saluted respectfully again and then led the soldiers away.

When they left, the thoughtful female lord suddenly spoke in a completely serious tone: "Brian, I suddenly felt that although my strength is stronger than you, among us, I am the one in danger."

"If that's the case, I'll come and save you." Brian quipped.

"Save? Yes..."

Myrcella sighed and said calmly, "I didn't know until now that you have done this since you asked Hisaiah to deliver the first letter to me."

"I'm helping you." Brian looked at her, recalling the events in the game, frowned slightly, and changed his mouth with the same serious tone, "It's not saving you."

"I am a super spell master who is proficient in the school of prophecy." She said slightly solemnly:

"I can feel that in a sense, you are saving me and saving the Kingdom of Cormier. Yes, I am actually like you, and I really want to protect this Kingdom and give stability to the people of the Kingdom."

"Just like you protected Arab City?" Brian suddenly realized something and asked.

"Yes." A hint of sadness floated in Mycella's expression. "Sadly, although I rebuilt Arabia City, I did not protect it. I hid in the mage tower and witnessed the tragic deaths of my family one after another, but I could do nothing."

"As far as I know, you were in no way possible." Brian comforted him tentatively, not sure why the female lord suddenly mentioned these things.

"You are at the key to entering the legendary realm. The incarnation of the tyranny god Bann just arrived. Actually, I really admire your rationality at that time. When you successfully advance, you rushed out immediately."

"But I couldn't do anything," she sighed, "I couldn't stop the disaster."

"No, in my opinion, you have done a lot." Brian narrowed the distance between the two.

"You united with the priest of the Temple of Taimora to expel the incarnation of Bann. It is precisely because of this turning point that the remaining army can regain the courage to drive away the enemies raging the city of Arabia. It is really hard for me to imagine how you accepted this fate at that time and supported it until now."

"Because everyone has their own destiny, just as the fate of the priestess who guard the Temple of Taimora is to sacrifice his divine power in exchange for victory when fighting against the tyrannical god."

She smiled bitterly, "I know that things have happened and should not have been mentioned, but whenever I think about it, it is still so uncomfortable. Seeing the people of Arab City looking at the Mage Tower with hope, the hearts of the hearts falling down, and... "

"Are you almost shattered your own hope at that time?" Brian asked calmly.

"You...you are not as old as me." Mycella looked at him in surprise, and couldn't help but sigh: "Why can you see so thoroughly?"

"You can think so." The two walked side by side and came to a pebbly trail, "because I've fallen into the same thing."

"Then why are you here, Brian?" Myrcella suddenly asked bluntly, and raised her beautiful thin eyebrows in confusion.

"Even I have to admit that you are really an outstanding arcane. Why didn't you stay in Halua, stay here alone, between the desert and the swamp? Between the Ghost City and the Kingdom of Cormier?"

"Because there must be someone standing here." Brian gave an ambiguous answer.

When he said this, he couldn't help but recall the scene of the great arcane Opus leaving, as well as the last words of another dying old man he had seen in the small world where he was born.

"Really?" The female lord stopped with a frown and looked at him, looking at him as if I didn't believe it.

"Of course." Brian replied calmly, "just as you once made a vow to never step into Susal."

Words were like swords, causing a look of injury in Myrcella's silver-gray eyes.

Realizing that he had said the wrong thing, he quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, that's not what I mean."

"This is what Shisiah told you, or... forget it, it doesn't matter anymore." Mycella asked sincerely, "So, what do you want to express?"

Brian looked at her speechlessly, unable to understand anything in his mind, and then somehow, the words suddenly popped out by themselves.

"I am a survivor of the Neseril Empire, just like you are the Cormier. Each of us has a different mission. Your mission is to protect the Kingdom of Cormier, and my mission is to recreate the glory of the Arcane Empire, and that's all."

The injured look disappeared from the friendly face of the female lord. She raised one hand and stroked her long brown hair, sighing:

"Yes, my mission is to protect the Kingdom of Cormier, but they didn't listen. No one wanted to listen to my thoughts at the beginning. My father was like this, the king was like this, and my uncle was even more so. I felt like I was standing on the edge of a cliff, and every word I said was howled away by the wind. No matter what I did or said, it eventually became meaningless. Everything I did was meaningless. My existence... was meaningless."

Brian looked at the female lord beside him with a wry smile, and suddenly realized that the female lord who had always given him an extremely confident feeling actually regarded him as the object of congratulations.

Sure enough, everyone has an unknown side.

"Then, we are really sympathetic, Miss Myrcella Raul." Brian handed her an agreed look, "Actually, I am afraid that I am useless, afraid that I will become isolated and helpless, and afraid that everything I do is meaningless."

"But I know one thing very well: everything has a rhythm and a cycle, and nothing can remain unchanged, even the nearly immortal and great gods cannot do. And how many changes will we mortals make in the face of time? Once upon a time, you were a student of Sandra Kot, a super spell who longed to read books and hone your magic skills. Then the world changed, driving you out of the nest of happiness, and you also changed. You survived and even showed your skills in the field of diplomacy. You have faced many challenges, you have had many confusions, but this is the responsibility you shoulder. This world..."

He shook his head affectionately when touching the scene, and then looked into the sky.

"This world is no longer what it used to be. Everything and everyone is no longer what it used to be. Come, let me show you something."

He raised his hands and let his slender and agile fingers swing. The light of arcane energy appeared on his fingertips, and then slowly condensed into a rotating ball, suspended in front of the two of them.

"Look," he said.

Myrcella stared at the small ball of arcane magic.

With a light touch of Brian, the sphere shattered, but it immediately reorganized into one, but it looked slightly different.

"This... has a pattern on it!" Myrcella said in amazement.

"Keep watching," said Brian.

Then he touched the ball again, followed by the third move.

With each touch, the pattern of the sphere becomes clearer.

For a moment, Myrcella, who was excited and confused, even suspected that she was facing a design drawing, not a sphere of arcane energy.

Symbols, marks and numbers rotate and mix together, and then arrange them in certain rules.

"This is...so beautiful," she murmured.

Brian opened his fingers and reached through the ball.

The ball shattered like a fog that was scattered, but it was immediately recombined in another arrangement.

It is like a genius magic kaleidoscope, with endless variations but precise patterns and rules.

"Do you understand now?" he asked.

Myrcella stared at the exquisite patterns as if she was hypnotized, watching them form, shatter, and reorganize again and again.

"This...is not just a spell," said Myrcella.

He nodded. "This is the essence of arcane."

For a moment, she couldn't keep up with his ideas.

The spells had complex spells, gestures, and sometimes they needed spell casting materials... Then suddenly, she realized with enlightenment, so shocked that she even staggered her steps.

"This is...math!"

"Equations, theorems, and rules." Brian happily shared his new achievements in combining the color-resistant scrolls:

"When they are arranged and combined in a certain way, they are one thing, but if they are arranged in another, they will become something else completely. Just like our lives, the destiny is hard to violate but it is full of variables. Everything is changing, whether it is due to internal or external factors. Sometimes an extremely small change will affect the final result."

"And our existence... is also a kind of magic." Myrcella whispered.

She reluctantly took her eyes back from this wonderfully rotating sphere made up of the beauty of mathematics, and a new question was brewing in her heart.

"Lord!"

The shout scared the two of them, and they turned around and saw Captain Moen racing on a maroon horse.

He pulled the reins suddenly, the horse neighed, and stood in the air with its feet tightly clenched, and then stopped.

"Sir, our scouts bring the latest news."

Although the road was close, it was rushing towards me. The captain continued to say, "An ancient red dragon... flew from the direction of the Sunset Mountains, with the goal of Mokou Town!"

"The person who came is not good." Brian frowned slightly, glanced at the wizard tower that he was waiting for, and calmly said to the female lord beside him:

"The orcs of the Storm Horn and the people of the Ghost City may also wait for an opportunity to move. You go back to Arabia City first, and I will deal with it here."

"Damn it! It's actually at this time..."

Myrcella took a deep breath. She was still inspired by the wonderful experiences that Brian shared, and the next moment she sank her heart to the bottom of the news.
Chapter completed!