Vol 2 Chapter 187: Good name at the end of the volume

Chapter 187, the end of the volume is a good name
East China, an unknown seaside fishing village.
In the winter, the sky is hanging. In the screams of a few seagulls, a group of fishermen who have been sunburned by the sea all year round, returning to the special small sailboats for offshore fishing and landing at the simple seaside pier.
They took a poor catch and went to the shore, sighing each other for another sad winter.
Also eat by the sea, but in the towns not far from the town, even in the towns of dozens of miles away, those who are qualified and capital to make ocean-going sailboats catch rare fish species, even participate in the hunting whale business, or manage Compared with the bureaucrats of the copper mining in the seabed, the winter salt field is very sad.
In the winter and spring seasons, even most of the seagulls of all species have to fly to the warm sea for the winter. The catch in the offshore is even less excessive, which is not enough to maintain the livelihood of the fishermen's families.
Therefore, after many men have returned to the shore, they will continue to go to other places to discuss life - collecting conch and shells on shallow beaches, going to the salt field to help workers, going to the town's whale oil terminal to work hard, and even picking up fish at home. Dry and so on - to support the family, while the woman stays at home with the children, relying on patching and sewing, and hard to subsidize a little life.
A man wearing a fight, sitting on a small broken chair by the dock, flexibly and skillfully twisted the fishing net with thick rope and linen, and greeted the fishermen in the past.
"Thank you, I hope that you will be smooth in the day," a steady and simple female voice came out under the fight. I heard that it is already very old, but it is inexplicably reassuring: "Yes, I have to put these fishing nets before spring." Make up - Andre, they are waiting to use it."
She is skilled at pulling the parents with the fishermen:
"Yes, we can pull it to the market to sell... Hey, repair the net here? This, you know - I like to bask in the sun."
After the fishermen left, the woman with the brawler lowered her head and smashed some of the hanging linen sleeves up to reveal the brown skin that was not known to be sun-drenched or natural. In the sun, she concentrated on repairing her knees. Fishing nets.
Until the fighting woman raised her head in a sense, she glanced at the beach.
A small wave hit and shattered into white waves on the hardwood-built pier.
But she just looked up at the sea level and lowered her head and continued to repair the fishing net on her hand.
However, her simple and steady voice came out again from the fight and rang on the empty dock.
"I don't remember asking you to come."
If there are other people present, I probably thought that the fighting woman was talking to herself.
But the next thing broke this inference.
In the empty sky, there was a dry voice: "Exactly, I didn't come - just my voice came."
"You just sent me a letter to the crow."
The brawling woman did not lift her head and focused on tightening a network cable.
"The trade-funded domestic white-clad crows are very good," her tone was steady and indifferent, without any ups and downs, but she brought a quiet force: "It’s not crisp, it’s not this drowning duck. ""
She skillfully changed the fishing net in her hand and continued to mend it.
"Tender sarcasm," the dry voice came again, and seemed to get used to this scene: "You are still the same."
"Go straight to the subject," the brawling woman did not care. "I will go to the net for a while."
Her surroundings were quiet for a while.
For a time, there were only waves and seagulls on the pier.
Until the dry voice, it sounded empty again: "The guy who just had the trick, you have sensed it... The new magician was born."
The fighting woman snorted and tried a prepared fishing net.
The voice in the void is incomparable: "We need to find him -"
"No," the woman’s interest in the fight was not enough, and the words were sealed directly:
I don’t know, I don’t care.

"A newcomer!"
The dry voice doesn't have the slightest ripples and ups and downs. It sounds particularly boring and especially boring: "You know what this means..."
"The double emperor will not let him - or her," the dry voice seems to say that he does not care about things: "An unknown magician, the threat to them is too great, and he has not experienced In the end of the battle, the double emperor can completely include him and become his own person."
"Look for L or Giza," the woman wearing Dai Biao put down the fishing net in her hand, reached for another fishing net, and began to pull the line. "Even if it is Ehida and Solovsky, or even Sura, they will Interested in."
"That's what I have to say," the voice in the void whispered. "A new magician, the companion he will face, not a double emperor or these people - would you like to see such a thing happen?"

The woman ignored him, just staring at the cable.
The voice in the void continues:
"L or Giza - the person under B will only pull him into their ridiculous mad dog circus and repeat the tragedy more than 600 years ago."
"The moderate is not a good thing. I know about Ehida and Solovsky. They have been crouching since the second civil war. It is not because they love peace..."
The woman looked up and looked into the void, her voice became cold for the first time: "So you came to me?"
silence.
"You are different, Fleurland."
"Everyone said that you are also a member of the moderate," after a moment, the uninvited guest in the void faintly said, "But I know, you are different."
The fighting woman named Freyland did not speak.
"Twelve years ago, the unprecedented cooperation between radicals and moderates was what you made."
The voice of the uninvited guest echoed on the dock: "You see something higher, farther, and more meaningful."
"It's not just to resist the double emperor, or to reproduce the so-called magical glory - you know, that's not the meaning of our existence."
"We can't cut our own past, and the magician is not a higher life," the people in the void are plain:
"Compared to the anger and unwillingness of others, you are willing to quietly compose the net in this unknown fishing village."
"I think you should be able to understand me."
However, the fighting woman just shook her head slowly: "Then you should also go to find him, he is with you - at least, you have been fighting side by side."
The empty voice paused again.
"Don't tie me to that metamorphosis," for the first time, the visitor in the void brought a touch of emotion: "It's not your friend who fights with you."
Dai Dou’s woman tilted her lips slightly.
"You said so much, what's the use?"
She pushed her fight down and blocked the rising sun: "We all know that being a magician, from 'things' to 'the quintessence', is a complicated process."
The voice in the void is silent.
The fighting woman continued to use her steady voice: "He - the newcomer must have a leader, don't know how much time it took, find such a person in the more than 600 years of magical extinction, prepare everything for him. Conditions, raise all resources, and ultimately help him become a magician, just like Macintosh."
The woman sighed: "No matter which faction - I am afraid he has already belonged."
She changed her hand-held net and licked her other hand, which seemed to be a little tired.
But the woman’s words were quickly refuted.
"Do not."
"I met him when he was slamming."
The dry voice seems to be somewhat unstable: "He was flustered and fearful at the time. It seemed that he was completely unprepared for the trick, and the threat to the double emperor was not underestimated. Which leader would make such a mistake?"
The woman made a slight meal, and she slowly raised her head: "Magic Queen..."
"He can't be a student of the double emperor - you also see that they are both slamming in the blink of an eye, in the state of desperately trying to make a big shot," the stranger in the void seems to know what the woman wants to ask, only to listen to him. "Since B and Errol have been in the triumph of the triumphant capital, how many years have they not been so rude and wolf?"
Dai Dou’s woman was silent for a long time.
"I understand," a few minutes later, she said faintly: "You are wondering, the newcomer may not have a guide at all?"
"After all, there are still places where the remains of the three magic towers are left - can help him become a magician, isn't it?"
To her guess, the visitor in the void responded affirmatively:
"of course."
"Until the top of the Three Towers, united the Empire and the Church before intervening..."
"The "Genius Gemini" in that year had a total of 36 lectures in the seat of Wanfa. As a lecture, "The Enlightenment of the Magic" does not know how many times it was reprinted. It is not a manuscript that cannot be counted. And notes."
"Even if there is a disaster like the Citizenship Plan, there is no way to destroy them all."
"The newcomer, he is probably a singular wolf, like a beggar."
"I believe that radicals, moderates, bloodsuckers, black orchids, and even jealousy are now almost ready to move - especially people like L, even if they overturn the world, find him."
"Once they show anomalies, soon, the setting sun, the next day, the moon, the night, and even the world's countries and the seven kings of will find it wrong."
"If they can't find him forever, or if one of them finds him, then that's all..."
"But if there are two or more parties, I found him at the same time..."
Dai Dou’s woman looked at the line of the sea and the sky and gently grasped the fishing net on her hand.
"I need your help, Fleetland, I need you to lock his position," the Void visitor said seriously: "If you really think as I think, don't want to see the world get worse."
The waves and the sound of the gull birds alternated.
Dai Dou’s woman was silent for a long time.
In the end, the woman sighed and said: "I can't find him."
"What do you mean?" The dry voice is suspicious: "With your ability, anyone will be locked for a moment, isn't it?"
The woman nodded slowly: "Yes, I felt when he slammed, he was staying up late."
The voice from the void is a little bit screaming:
"This is good news. There are three armed forces staying up all night, but they are all concentrated in the Kirin Holy Capital... The bad news is that it is also close to the bloodsucker..."
But at this time, the woman said the second place name:
"There is still the end of the sea."
The dry voice seemed to be a little overreacting. He paused and questioned:
"what?"
"When he slammed the door, he also ended the sea." The woman explained smoothly.

How is it possible?
Some visitors in the void can’t believe it:
From staying up late to ending the sea...

However, the fighting woman did not pay attention to him, but looked down and said:
"Great desert."
"Deep forest."
Under the background of the sea and the sky, she repaired the fishing net while on the dock, and continued to open her mouth. One by one, the names of the places were drawn from the mouth: "There are Kuigul Glacier, Raven City, Star Zedi, Beili Grassland, Yuema Plain. , the soul of the soul, the devil sea, the dragon city..."
Dai Dou's woman trembled on her hand and inadvertently broke a network knot.
Her words reveal a steady sense of seriousness:
"I don't think it's more than these places!"
"The moment he was at the door, it was like standing in every corner of the world and then entering the state."
"So, I can't find him."
She reached out and helped her fight: "I am afraid that the double emperor is the same."
Once again, there was no voice in the void.
The woman looked back at the net in her hand and slowly shook her head: "We can't lock his position."
Another wave came and the woman on the pier was silent.
"So, can we do nothing?"
The voice in the void is quite hollow.
The woman raised her head and helped her fight.
"Not necessarily," she said slowly. "He can knock, indicating that he is already a formed magician."
"He may not have a leader, and he lacks understanding of his strength." The woman faintly said: "From the strange to the legend - pay attention to the unusual news everywhere, he will be exposed one day without experience."
"So," said the dry voice: "We can only rely on these to find him?"
Dai Dou’s woman did not speak.
A slightly bigger wave came and the spray splashed on her linen dress.
"Okay, the last question."
The voice in the void seemed to be a bit frustrating. He only listened to him and asked: "Torros - how did he react to this news?"
The woman with the bucket had a slight hand on her hand.
A seagull flies over a wave, and it can only continue to fly back to its nest.
"how could I know."
The woman said slowly.
"But he is your guide after all," Void visitors continued: "Just like Macintosh is my guide."
"Then you should be as clear as I am, Sagar," the woman wearing the fight slowly said, and the words showed a scorn:
"Starting from the second civil war..."
"When did he manage our affairs?"

What is a dragon? What does it look like?
Tyles looked up at the head and looked at the cyan fire. He felt like a huge figure of dozens or even hundreds of meters.
The crimson scales that reflect the fire are layered on top of it, and a pair of wide dragon wings are gracefully placed behind the giant claws, making it look like a graceful dress with a luxurious dress and a cloak. Noble lady.
There is also a special but smooth facial curve, plus the neck that the other side does not need to deliberately appear to be slender and straight, and the black double-corner that extends backwards on the head. This dragon adds a mess in mystery. People are admired by the gorgeous.
If you ignore the horrible spikes on it.
At that moment, Taylor suddenly realized that the black monsters of Giza were modeled after the shape of the dragon.
The blushing dragon's gaze stared at the long, painful snake on the ground, but the body didn't move, it didn't seem to care.
Kilika's last tentacle, while burning a green flame, trembled and reached it.
The blushing dragon twisted his neck and revealed the emotion that Taylor could recognize: disdain.
Kilika’s tentacles eventually burned out halfway through, and they were weakly turned into ashes.
As the flesh and blood are burned out, the blue flames seem to have their own consciousness, no longer continue to burn, but slowly extinguish.
Thales held his breath and shuddered at everything in front of him.
Oh my God.
Dragon.
It exists.
"Oh la la..."
The next moment, the dragon turned to the body without warning, driving a large ruin of the shield area to be overwhelmed.
Tyres was scared to shrink back.
The dragon's claws landed, turning the body and neck, and the same curvy long tail swayed to maintain balance.
"Booming..."
The huge roar of earth and stone bears witness to the weight of this giant existence.
Then, the crimson dragon bowed slightly and turned to the ground.
Turn to two insignificant figures.
Tyres is the next one!
No way?
How is it...
The dragon looks at two children.
Two children who describe the mess and are unbearable.
Tyres couldn’t help but tremble, staring at his neck and looking at each other’s eyes.
The bright yellow amber-like eyes were motionless, and if there was magic, he was locked in the field of vision.
The little slicker also shivered and hugged his arm.
Before arriving in the North, Tells envisioned all the situations that might be faced: the king, the Grand Duke, the nobility, the soldiers, the civilians... even the magicians and the blood races, and even the so-called elves like Edda, who thought about it in various ways. In the occasion, how to respond accordingly.
When he did not think of the situation at hand.
A dragon?
What a joke!
Tyres stared at the dragon and seemed to have a deep eye, and he could not help but numb the scalp.
What do you mean by this?
Let me give you some reaction.
Looking at it, what if it doesn’t talk?
At this time, if the little slicker has a vibrato, it will come quietly:
"Red wing... Vulture..."
The little slick trembled fiercely, his face pale, his lips blue, and his twitching:
"That is……"
"Kreolesh is kneeling!"
Tyres trembled fiercely!
His mouth opened to the maximum and he turned his head in disbelief.
"Day..." Tyres stuttered: "The Queen of the Sky?"
The little slicker shook like a sieve, but with an inexplicable excitement, he pulled him affirmatively: "Yes...right..."
"Exeter's..."
"The first queen is kneeling!"
Taylors only felt a little dizzy.
He did a few deep breaths before he turned his head again and raised his head.
He looked at the pair of bright yellow eyes - the pure black glutinous rice inside gave a huge sense of oppression.
Look at the legendary dragon that has been missing for more than six hundred years.
Taylor's gaze couldn't help but shift a little, looking to the distant cliff of the sky, looking up at the statue of Nakaru.
At that moment, Tells looked at the huge body of the dragon and looked at the cliff of the sky.
He felt that he seemed to know her - why the Queen of the Sky had to leave Exeter and not come back:
If the cliff of the sky is really the palace of the queen of the sky...
Tyres roared in his heart:
With her size, she can't live at all!
This is the unspeakable descendant of Nakaru - it is deliberate, is it deliberate right?
At this time, the dragon exhaled a thick breath from his nose.
"boom!"
The huge air currents swept across the small ground, and the tales and small slickers were smashed!
Tyres managed to stabilize his figure.
I saw that the dragon's head was slightly deflected, but the eyelids stared at them motionless.
At that moment, her eyes seemed to be somewhat playful and seemed to be impatient.
Tyres couldn't help but be surprised.
He thought of one thing and licked the little slick behind him.
"Hey," said Tyres, looking at the dragon's seemingly unfriendly look, whispering uneasily: "I remember if you said it..."
"After seeing the Queen of the Sky, is there a special etiquette?"
A small slippery glimpse, then sucked a cold breath.
"Yes, I just forgot," the little girl panicked and didn't dare to look up at the dragon. She only heard her swearing: "The dragon is disgusted and disrespectful!"
Taylor was in the air, and he yanked the sleeves of the little slick.
"How?" He asked with a bite. "I think, now is the time!"
The little slicker came back and quickly spoke.
Ever since, under the watchful eyes of the dragon, the two children began to salute with the teachings of the little slick.
"First, I, we have to be single, kneel down..."
The little slippery stutters, but with more and more words, her narrative is getting better and better.
They are kneeling on the ground.
"You must kneel on your right knee!" The small slicker sternly corrected: "When the left knee is the ancient northern wedding, the newlywed husband and wife swear by it!"
The second prince quickly changed his legs and his movements were awkward and dragging.
"Then, like the ancient empire military and the knight's book, the right hand pinched the fist against the chest," the words of the little slicker became more and more fluent, seemingly forgotten the fear of the dragon: "The left hand should fall naturally."
Tyres simply didn't listen to the little slippery words. He looked at the other side's movements and quickly did it.
"Respectfully bow your head... at least three seconds..."
The dragons still watched them motionless, and only the breath exhaled in the nostrils brought a breeze to remind them of the existence.
"Then, we are one by one, respectfully report the full name..."
The little slicker trembled: "The great queen of the sky, Kro Reis, His Majesty..."
"I'm……"
"I'm……"
Tyres frowned: he found that the little slipper suddenly caught.
The little slicker seems to be a little confused, she said incoherently: "I am... that... that..."
In the heart of Tyres, he remembered a crucial thing, and quickly slammed the girl with his elbow, whispering: "Selma!"
The little slicker is a spirit, subconsciously opening: "I am Selma..."
The little slippery trembled and seemed to be unaccustomed to the name.
Do not.
Tyres silently said: she thought of something.
Sure enough, when she said the next name, she even started to cry.
"Selma Alex..." Only the little slicker began to change tone.
Her drooping face began to fall into tears.
"Alex?"
She seems to think of something, a word, and she wants to cry.
The dragon's eyelids are slightly tightened.
Her eyes staring at the little slicker became a bit more fierce.
Tyres bit his teeth.
He reached out and gently grasped the left wrist of the little slipper.
The little slipper trembled slightly.
She turned her head and looked at Taylors.
Tyres nodded slightly and returned a firm encouragement look.
The little slick swallowed the throat and seemed to have recovered a little courage. She repositioned her posture and trembled with her still squeaky, but when she was no longer stuck, she said:
"I am Selma Alex...Suriel...Walton..."
"From Longyan City..."
"Fortunately... I am fortunate to have... get a glimpse of your honor."
The little slick finally finished talking. She gasped with a big mouth and sweated on her head. It seemed that she had just experienced a violent exercise.
Tyres breathed a sigh of relief.
Then, the second prince took a deep breath and lowered his head like a school, calmly speaking in the smoothest and most respectful tone he could think of:
"The great queen of the sky, Kroresh is kneeling down."
"I am Teres Thurana, 婕拉娜凯瑟尔璨星."
"From Yongxing City."

I am fortunate to have a chance to see you.

After talking, Taylors also breathed a sigh of relief.
"And then?" He lowered his head and licked the girl next to him.
This time, the answer to the little slipper is simple: "Wait."
So they waited quietly.
I dare not speak out, dare not look up, do not dare to move.
I don't know for a few minutes.
There are only cold winds and flames in the ear.
Finally, Tyres couldn’t hold back.
He raised his head slightly.
The little slicker saw his movements and scared his face.
Tyres stared at the top of his head.
Not looking okay, at first glance, Thales jerked!
The little slicker looked at the look of Tyres, so he couldn't help but start looking up.
Then she was scared to the spot.
I saw a huge, huge skull with scales, stopping at the top of their heads!
Lying in the trough!
Taylor's breathing is too fast to add.
The Queen of the Sky has already bowed his head.
The nearest scale on the nose is less than a foot away from them.
The dragon turned his head and revealed one of the eyes on the right, and the amber-colored yellow eyes were getting closer and closer to them.
It seems as if you should look at them well.
This action, let Taylor breathe a stagnation!
Tyres squatted on the ground.
At that moment, he almost forgot everything about his surroundings, and he only had this dragon in his eyes.
The little slick is shivering slightly, and there is nothing to breathe.
The figures and faces of the two are reflected in the eyes of the dragon.
It was two scared children who were blue-skinned, stunned and kept in shape. If you only look at these two reflections, many people will probably feel very funny.
Unfortunately, they are now the protagonists of these two reflections.
The two did not dare to take a sip.
Just staring at the dragon.
Let her look at them.
After a while, the dragon took back a bit, and the eyelids and pupils filled with pressure left their eyes.
Taylors took a breath again.
Then, what happened to Taylors happened.
Just listening to the little slick and shaking, horrified "ah" and shrank backwards!
The little slicker looked around frantically.
Tyres quickly turned his eyes and watched the dragon.
What did she do?
However, the dragon is still motionless.
The little slick finally calmed down, and she stared at the dragon.
Tyres was puzzled.
The next moment, only the words of the little stunned screaming continued: "Ah... yes... no... yes... yes... thank you... um..."
Tyres stunned and looked at the little slicker talking to himself.
This girl...
Is it crazy?
In the next second, the little slicker yelled again:
"what!"
I saw that she was in a hurry, using the technique that was almost faster than shooting mosquitoes, and smashed the pair of glasses from her face!
Then she shook and held the pair of old black-rimmed glasses in her hands, as if it were a rare treasure.
The girl shook like a sieve and almost cried out: "I, I really don't know... I don't know if this is what you used... they threw it directly to me... I was wrong... Sorry... I really do not know……"
Taylor looked incredibly at the little slick, and looked at the pair of glasses on her hand, then looked at the Queen of the Sky.
Are they talking in...?
How did you do it?
At this point, the Queen of the Sky suddenly moved!
I saw her stretch her nose to the little slick.
Tyres’s heart was shocked!
What is she going to do?
The next moment, I saw the Queen of the Sky sighing a little from the nostrils!
"call!"
The huge airflow made the two people unable to open their eyes, but they put their heads in their arms.
After a while, the airflow stopped.
After confirming that there was nothing safe, Teres looked up with a sigh of relief.
He looked at the Queen of the Sky - I saw the squat of the dragon, and it was slightly curved.
It's like - Tells doesn't know why this idea is produced - just like she is laughing?
A sacred dragon, after Exeter’s opening of the king, is actually... smirk?
Too serious, right?
But he quickly took care of himself.
[璨星? 】
A majestic and shocking, heavy and deafening female voice rang in his heart!
[You said that you are a comet? 】
"Ah!" Tyres screamed, scared to the back and fell to the ground.
He looked around in horror.
Nothing.
It wasn't until he saw the little slicker squinting his face and reacting.
Tyres sat on the ground and turned his head in disbelief - looking at the dragon.
The Queen of the Sky is staring at herself.
Still motionless.
apart from……
[No need to be afraid, the dragon communicates with the mortal, it has always been like this. 】
Again!
The kind of sound that seems to come out from the ear, even from the bottom of my heart!
Yes, it is my heart!
Tyres stared at the dragon.
[You are a descendant of Tomond? 】
Tyres still looked around unbelievably.
But he finally took a deep breath.
Tyres swallowed a sip and looked straight at the dragon. He said: "Yes... I am a descendant of the Renaissance King and a member of the Comet family."
The scene is a bit strange.
Just like Tyres is talking to himself about a dragon.
[You have a good name. 】
The amber eye of the dragon is still watching him.
Let him feel uneasy.
[No matter whether it is a comet or a family tree of the Imperial Family, it is not common - who started? 】
Tyres took a deep breath and rubbed his eyes, unable to restrain the tension in his heart.
"Thank you," he swallowed, trying to make his voice sound less trembling: "Tells, this is, this is my name...father."
Tyres suddenly noticed that he could not identify which language the other person said in his heart.
But he just understands.
【Do not. 】
The dragon continues to speak in his heart in a magical language.
The face of the Queen of the Sky did not move.
[I said, your second name. 】
Taylors glimpsed.
Until he understood the meaning of the dragon, his face changed greatly.
Second name?
That is……
[Ser... Lan... oh... pull... Na...]
With a strange voice, it sounds in his heart!
That rhythm and rhythm, like...
Just like a poem.
It seems that there are hidden powers and secrets hidden inside.
Tyres stared blankly at the Queen of the Sky.
The dragon turned amber-like eyes and stared at him.
The voice of the Queen’s Majesty sounded again:
[A beautiful dragon name. 】
Tyres is shocked!
The next moment, the dragon slammed the wings!
"call--"
A gust of wind hits.
Tyres and the little slicker had to hug each other to resist this wind!
In the storm that seemed to be blowing out of the air, the dragon raised his head and made a deafening roar.
"Roar……"
Almost to break the eardrum of Tells!
The next second, the dragon's body leaped out of thin air.
"boom!"
A huge shock came and the two men fell again and fell to the ground.
The wind continued to invade.
After ten seconds, the wind is getting smaller.
Taylors barely opened his eyes and looked at the sky in the sobs of the little slick.
In the field of vision, the Queen of the Sky unfolds a pair of broad wings, and in the background of the cyan fire, leaves a silhouette that he will never forget.
Her figure is getting smaller and smaller.
Eventually disappeared into the deep darkness.
No longer see you.
This volume is over.
The plot is not well grasped. It should have been divided into two volumes. The volume is called "Blood Suspect" and the next volume is called "Dance with the Dragon."
The next volume is going to break a million words.
All the way to write, a lot of feelings, but they are all sloppy, broken heart, not enough.
The name of the chapter in this chapter is especially used to express condolences to the book friends who had a fever in the past few days. "Good names have been taken by others 2", that is, Shantoumei - I hope that the basic rot work in the group will be better and better.
Stay tuned for the next volume:
Dragon Blood
Volume first:
In countless poems, the blood of the dragon is a powerful symbol.
More deadly poison.
(End of this chapter)