Chapter 609: move

A few days later, the white robe who was waiting in panic finally breathed a sigh of relief. With the return of the former city lord Danni, familiar orders appeared one after another.
Ten years later, when I saw these warrants again, it was really embarrassing. Pachu once again walked into the courtyard wall of the City Lord's Mansion with several white robes as he did in the past, and saw Bran sitting cross-legged under a small tree.
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"You are finally getting old and don't know how the research is going?"
Facing Bran’s outspokenness, Pachu was not afraid of his impending death, but rather looked forward to it.
"Everything is going well. As I stepped into death, I was able to learn some furs. But I still couldn't touch the truth until my disciple Sajia came to say goodbye. Now I am ready to return to your embrace. "
After that, Pachu tried to straighten his back, wanting to show his determination. Unfortunately, he is old after all...
"How about you?"
While speaking, Bran turned his head to Buzz beside Pachu.
Compared to Pachu, who is making up his mind, Baz is very humble: "I am already your servant, and your orders are my mission."
"Go over there and use my magic power as a book and pen to record everything the dead knows one by one."
Buzz was a little dumbfounded, but he dared not disagree. Fortunately, Bran's supplementary explanation made him secretly relieved.
"Don't worry about communication problems, magic will help you. I also know that this kind of thing is not capable of one or two people, so you will soon see some old friends you haven't seen for a long time."
A bad idea suddenly popped out of Baz's mind, and he blurted out: "Are they dead or alive?"
Accompanied by a slightly deep laughter, a rhetorical question with obvious ridicule appeared in the ear "Is there a difference?"
Looking at Buzz who was a little embarrassed, Bran emphasized again: "Don't think too much, do your thing well, don't let me down."
After speaking, he waved away Pachu and Baz, and then turned his gaze to Yi Er.
"In this world, I still have the last place of faith. Just in Floating Cloud Continent, a mountain floating in the sky. Whether it is you or the other people in the city, you can choose to go there."
"We have decided to follow and believe in you."
"I can see your anxiety, so I give you the right to choose again."
Il raised his head slightly, "We are only upset about the outside world, but we will not shake our faith in you."
Bran shook his head slowly, "You should know that I prefer the identity of a wizard and don't care about faith. According to the courtesy among wizards, tell your truest thoughts."
Il knelt on one knee, "I still can't get rid of the mortal mood, and I am full of fear of unknown and death. But I am a wizard taught by you, and I have never forgotten to listen to the voice of magic.
Magic, let me believe in you. "
Bran couldn't help but laugh, which was an honest answer.
"What about mortals, are they also guided by magic?"
Il raised his head, "They are guided by me and the other priests in the city."
"Sacrifice?"
"I acquired the status of a sacrificial priest a few years ago, so I have an obligation to guide believers on the right path."
"--Oh?"
"It's not just me, there are many white robes that have this identity. Please don't doubt our piety. Being able to become a sacrifice has already gone through layers of tests."
"I have no doubts, I just mistake it for worship and trust. This is easy to confuse, but I really shouldn't have this kind of misunderstanding. It seems that although I am used to looking down on the world, I am not used to being a god.
Choice is the trivial test I set for you. No matter whether it is hard or simple, it is my world, my country. It is peaceful and peaceful, even if there are some internal differences, it will not be intensified due to beliefs. Unlike here, it is full of disputes.
And you, and you messed up my arrangements. "
Seeing Il lowered his head, Bran continued: "But the sacrificial identity you possess makes me hard to blame. But don't think that things are over like this, because survival itself is a test.
Like I said, there are still some hardships and rudiments there, and there are many things that need to be adapted again. These may not be too difficult for wizards, but not so easy for ordinary mortals.
Go ahead and prepare the people in the city. "
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When Il was busy preparing with everyone, Pachu and Baz had arrived at their destination. What you see is not the gloominess you imagined, but the greenery that you can't see the edge. A stranger sits casually not far away, behind him is a cowering young man.
He waved to Pachu and Baz, and asked, "Who is it that sent you here?"
Pachu and Baz looked at each other and replied, "The Great Wizard."
Then Buzz next to him politely asked: "Excuse me, you are—"
"Just call me Stan. Behind me is my apprentice McGrady." With a wry smile showing a self-deprecating ribbon, "You don't have to be too respectful to me. As prisoners, your politeness will only make me uneasy.
Just chat, tell me what happened in the past ten years? Now, why are you here?
There is no need to look up at the starry sky, I have seen a more magnificent galaxy. It's a pity, that is just an embellishment used by the great wizard to decorate the darkness, you must know that this is a claustrophobic underground. "
"But the Great Wizard, our master said-this is the netherworld, a new world far away from us. Look at that side, the moon-like star is called the labyrinth. It is the residence of our other master, Master Huahua .
As early as ten years ago, the whole world had surrendered to the feet of the master. It was also at that time that our master left the old world and started a new exploration. "
Looking at the dazed Stan, Pachu definitely said: "This is not a claustrophobic underground, but a whole new world. Excuse me, how did you get here?"
Stan looked around carefully, and sighed after a long time, "Perhaps you are right, this is really no longer a claustrophobic underground, but a new world.
I really don't know how to get here. More than ten years ago, the Great Wizard wanted to make an experiment and let me establish a new cycle in his cycle.
How overbearing! But this is not an opportunity for revenge, so I devoted myself to the construction of the cycle.
Revenge, driven by this idea, I built this vast grassland at any cost. Maybe someone can use cycles to swallow other transcendent beings, but want to use one cycle to swallow another cycle-that is a dead end.
I have been waiting, waiting for the Great Wizard of the North named Bran to appear in front of me. It's time to count it. After all, more than a decade is not long, but it's not short.
Look at your feet. Although this grassland is not vast, it can be daunting. At least before you appeared, I thought so.
But, he just sent you to me silently. Through your mouth, tell me-this is another world..."
Stan looked up at the strange starry sky and took a deep breath.
"Is it underground? What does it matter? I'm still in his world, still the hapless and poor prisoner.
Come on, what does he ask you to do, and how is he going to tease me? "
Pachu shook his head, "I'm sorry, the great wizard didn't mention you. He is busy moving and sending away all his personal belongings one by one."
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