In the southern citadel, more than anyone else, the person who is most worried about Lowa right now is none other than Irina. She did not mention this to Dai because Irina knew that this place needed him, his ability to freeze time was essential.  Irina didn't even mention that she let Iowa go alone, she raised her head to look at the moon above, silently clasping her hands in prayer.  Irina tried to assign as many jobs in the mansion that used to be the richest and most powerful duke in the south, whenever Dai asked about Lowa, Irina would lie that she was very busy with work out there.  An unpredictable guy. Pretty sure this handsome big guy's accomplices are nearby, I need to lure them all in, I know if this works everyone will be safe this also means my life will be gone. .  Don't get me wrong, I want to avoid them either.

“Arina?” Be aware of your current state. Arina has no regrets, she wants to live.  She didn't even blame herself for implicating other innocent people, after all, didn't she rescue many people, she gave up her safety to go saving people she didn't know, it was time for her to think for herself.  She was annoyed that the waist belt caused discomfort but wasn't it enough that much discomfort but also sucked a large amount of her MANA, the elder was wrong the weakest person was her not Iowa .  The amount of MANA was not enough to protect the box in a short time, Arina had no choice but to carry the box containing so many innocent beings without any precaution. Arina was discovered, of course.  She was dragged to Lars down to a cellar, he was a big guy, mysterious purple hair adorned and stood out with blood-red eyes. She was shaking awkwardly, her facial expression showing

Stopped in this space, it's a bit embarrassing to say it, but I could only open the gate when I was surrounded by a white patch of clouds. I used to walk in the door created by Irina. It must be said to be wonderful. There are trees, the ground, the sun (provides a real hot feeling), the gentle moonlight, squirrels and butterflies, the smell of grass and land. I was taught the ability of mages, creating a strong protective shield for a long time. All mages have superhuman cultivation, fire, and control abilities in time (I've been told that this possibility is quite rare). Unable to believe her eyes, Dulcie is growing a potato plant right in the air, without the ground and many other potatoes. I can't take my eyes off this talented Mage, I've seen other magicians when planting trees, no one has ever done this. The speed is still fast, it's wonderful. Some kind women helped me cook potato stew, steamed potatoes, they also let me use kitchen utensils. I wonder how much it would weigh

I want to avoid fooling myself, this is clearly a dream. I don't consider this to be idle thinking, looking into the other hand's basin and seeing it's still me but a different, much larger version.So, I'm lost in the “fantasy” created by someone, maybe other people have the same situation. Ah, now I remember that I have an important mission. In the immediate future, it is necessary to clearly distinguish what the two people in front of them are made of.As I stared at the basin of water, I pretty much knew what I needed to do next. This water surface is like a mirror, they can't lie flat from the water.“Father and mother, can we wash our hands together?”“It's filthy, Iowa, I know that each person uses a basin, a handkerchief to dry must also be separate, anything is fine, but in terms of hygiene and eating, we must definitely keep it safe.”“Then can I see my parents because I want to preserve every moment with the two of you."? I said that, nodding repeatedly.“Okay.”I try to ti

“Young girl.” What should I do? Surely, this is not the first trap, if only I could find the other box, I used the blue flame skillfully to burn the black slime on the outside, the fire would not do them any harm. Nothing to lose? So, why am I able to ignite that black fantasy, or do I have to go deep into my mind, where my deepest desire is? I know the fastest way, I have to sigh. The other dwarves also consider the other dwarves to be family, moreover, I'm a bit reluctant. Brainstorm a little, Iowa. “Hey, if you don't want your friends to die, then wake them up.” The old man sat with his chin propped up, not seeing his chin anywhere, but only a thick beard. “Don't make it sound like a joke, we can't because we've signed on to be Lars' henchman.” I'm pretty helpless to hear that, there must be some way the dwarves know. “So…do you know a way?” “There must be a way.”The old man stared at me, hard to see what this ugly mushroom was thinking.“Yes but…”“Can it save us too