Benadido, who maintained his own projection with fire, stared at Nash Nalte standing in front of him, the last ruler of the Violet Kingdom and the last "stayer" after the dream ended. This powerful king of wizards stood quietly under the night sky. The distant starlight penetrated his somewhat illusory figure, forming a hazy and dim glow around his body.

This glow is the blessing brought by the Lord of Night - the tolerant ancient god allowed the last dream resident to continue to be willful and allow a person who should have returned to his hometown to stay on the border of the dream. This is not a waste of money for a powerful god, but Benadido always felt that... Nash had a place he should go, and it was not a wise move for the other party to rely on it in the real world.

"Everyone has woken up from the dream, and the Lord of Night is gradually returning. Isn't it good to return to the night?" Benadido saw that the other party did not speak, and couldn't help but continue, "Night is your hometown. There is a warm and eternal night in the lady's country. For the shadow residents who have woken up from the dream and recalled their own essence, it should be more comfortable to live in the 'over there'..."

"Maybe, I'll go back one day, but the time hasn't come. After all, you know... It's easy to go back, but it's not that easy to come back," Nash finally breathed and said slowly with a smile, "And don't you think it's good for me to stay here? At least someone will cooperate with you to tinker with those 'castle ghosts' dramas..."

"Ha..." Benadido sighed, his voice sounding a little weak, "You don't really think that a 'Tao Spirit' will have the same feeling of loneliness, right? I have been running in this tower for many years, and it has been set to standby. If you really have this boring reason, then forget it. Go back as soon as possible and let Lord Ye worry less - everyone is back home, you are the only one here, be careful that He will scold you for a long time."

Listening to Benadido's nagging, Nash just smiled and hugged his arms. He waited until the other party lost his words and said slowly: "You don't have to worry about this. With the heart of an ancient god, the lady will not care about such trivial matters. I stayed here for several centuries, for Him it was just a slight ups and downs of a mortal - but the ups and downs of this slight downs are enough to make a mortal choose a bold and interesting life that no one has ever thought of. In addition..."

He said, looking at Benadido in front of him with a smile: "You don't have to be so generous. On the day the news of the lady's return came, with the fog surging across the country, more than half of the magical mechanisms in the entire Thousand Towers City were in chaos for more than three hours. No one could find out the reason, but I was always monitoring this tower, and it was you who went down..."

Benadido immediately glared: "Didn't you agree that you won't mention this anymore!"

"Okay, okay, don't mention it...I don't understand. There is no one here now," Nash said, raising his hands and surrendering, and then shook his head. "That's it, the most proud creation of the Violet Kingdom ever, and the last ruler of the Violet Kingdom, we stay here together, maybe decades, maybe centuries, maybe longer, at least when someone visits here, we can tell them that there was a mortal kingdom here once...."

Benadido thought for a while, with a happy expression on his face: "Oh--the lost ancient kingdom of a hundred years, the forgotten castle shrouded in the shadows, the hollow armor and burqa swaying in the empty city, and a continuous running ancient tower spirit, and a ghost king trapped in the tower, the ignorant adventurer stepped into it, and heard the forgotten history from the tower spirit and the king, and then returned with treasures and glory... This is a good story, I like your idea."

"I'm not the idea!" Nash suddenly glared, "And when did I become the ghost king trapped in the tower? The lady gave me blessings just to ensure that I can maintain stability in the real world. I can still go out... At least it's not a big problem to walk around the dark palace?"

Benadido just smiled, looking at Nash's angry look, and after a few seconds he said, "The 'Prince Nash' would not speak like this..."

"Benadou wouldn't jump out of the fire, nor would he direct the unmanaged armor in the warehouse to walk around the corridors and terraces," Nash shook his head, "I can only say that our past lives were so boring."

"Actually, it's also very boring now - I've never seen this city be so quiet," Benardo said casually. Her illusory figure slowly floated to the edge of the platform, stopped at the edge of the steel guardrail that once guarded the "Eye of Night", and looked at the city that spread infinitely in the dark. "Looking at this city, I thought of the wild questions raised by some scholars of humanity who like to think... Some people once assumed that every dream is a real world, and these dream worlds are all visitors who have misunderstood it. Those scholars are curious about whether the dream world is still running after all the visitors who have misunderstood it, and what will it become... You see, what we are right in front of us is the answer."

"As a tower spirit, your imagination is sometimes too rich," Nash sighed and shook his head. "You can't compare the dreams of gods with the random thoughts of mortals. What's more, the entire Thousand Towers City is not only a lady's dream, but also a product of the overlapping of the borders of the Kingdom of God and the real world. In fact, if the pollution from hundreds of thousands of years ago suddenly appeared, there wouldn't be any residents in this city, and there wouldn't even be any Violet Kingdom in the dream..."

"Yes, there will be no Violet Kingdom, nor will I be the 'Violet's most proud masterpiece,'" Benardo said casually, "so in a sense, I should be grateful to the 'uninvited guest' who caused the pollution--although you and others seemed to be very angry when you suddenly realized the pollution and blindness of the long past..."

Nash shrugged without responding to Benardo's last remark, he just turned around and stood shoulder to shoulder with this "pride of the Violet Kingdom" on the edge of the Eye of Night Platform, standing for a long and silent in the night wind.

"You said... will there really be more people visiting this city shrouded by night in the future?" Benardo said suddenly, "I'm not talking about the explorers who received the invitation, but more ordinary people... Are there really adventurers who have the courage to walk through the shadow forests of the entire island and come to this gloomy and lonely city to explore the memories of the ancient kingdom?"

"I don't know, anyway, it seems that it is not easy for ordinary people to pass through the long night in the dense forest to reach the depths of Violet Island. Not everyone has the courage and enthusiasm to explore such a lost country like the 'big adventurer'... What do you ask this? Could it be that you start to feel lonely now?"

"How could Taling have this emotion - I just doubt whether you can withstand the loneliness for centuries. Don't forget that you just boasted about Haikou and would accompany me in this empty city for many years..."

Under the bright starry sky, a night wind blew across the upper platform of the dim palace. The guardrails and pillars that once surrounded the Night Eye were sobbing in the wind. As the bonfire swayed, the last two remaining in this ancient kingdom began their new round of debates - arguing who would feel lonely first, arguing who would regret the impulsive decision when the dream woke up, arguing whether the dreamland country, which was born due to a mistake, will be remembered and whether it can leave some legends in the world...

At the same time, in the shadow god kingdom far away from the world, a sigh suddenly sounded in the endless gray-white desert. This sigh echoed between heaven and earth, making the entire sea of ​​sand silent for a moment. Then the disorderly wind rose and fell again, and the dust fluttered in the air like fog, surrounding the towering throne standing between heaven and earth.

At the top of a stone pillar in front of the throne, the thick black-skinned book suddenly opened and closed slightly. Wilder looked up at the dark cloud-like figure on the throne, and his voice came from the book: "Madam, why do you suddenly sigh?"

"It's not a big deal," Ms. Ye's voice fell from the sky, and a pair of amber eyes overlooking the desert below in the hazy shadow. "I just suddenly found that a guy with strange sexual habits appeared in the 'country' I accidentally created with my dreams... It turned out that he didn't want to 'return' because of this."

Listening to Ms. Ye's words in a lazy tone as always, Wilder was stunned for a moment. He repeatedly confirmed whether he had heard it wrong several times, but in the end he couldn't help but speak: "Madam, what kind of habit you said just now?"

"The Sixth Issue Chapter 4, Article 12." Ms. Ye said casually.

Wilder: “…ah?”

The great adventurer was full of question marks (although he no longer had a head now), and he had no idea what the awesome ancient god was saying - I don't know if it was an illusion, since he looked through the things in his pages last time, this ancient god has been a little weird, mainly reflected in the occasional strange words, or suddenly asking himself some strange questions... He had no idea how to deal with it!

This is different from the past when I was asked to tell stories. At least it is related to his professional experience. It is hard to make up (although he doesn't have a brain now) and can still deal with it. Anyway, Ms. Ye doesn't pick on the logic and details. But now, the ancient god has come up with strange words and strange questions from time to time. He has no idea how to take on them. He exaggerates and says that those things are like whispering indescribable words that emerge from another world. Sometimes he doesn't know how those words form a phrase...

However, Ms. Ye obviously didn't care what the Great Adventurer was tangling with. She just leaned on her throne and thought for a while, and suddenly asked without hesitation: "Mr. Great Adventurer, you are a mage, right?"

"Yes, ma'am," Wilder replied immediately, glad that she finally began to ask some normal questions, "Before becoming an adventurer, I was first a powerful mage, about the realm of magic..."

"Then will your mage fall in love with spirits created with magic? For example, tower spirits or puppets," Ms. Ye's voice fell from the sky, "or fell in love with the magic mirror and the opposite sex illusion on the parchment..."

Wilder immediately felt that he was lucky just now - why is Ms. Ye's strange symptoms getting worse and worse?

The big adventurer was a little confused and organized for a long time to speak before he spoke: "This... I don't know how you saw the 'Master' group. Although many of us are too addicted to magic research and are considered strange in character, and there are even some casters who have mental problems due to the sequelae of spell experiments, overall, our group is still normal in terms of the opposite sex. At least I will not have any thoughts about the illusions on parchment paper and the magic mirror..."

After Wilder finished speaking, he was a little embarrassed. He didn't know if his answer satisfied Ms. Ye. After waiting for several seconds, he heard the other party's voice coming from above: "It seems that your purity is still not enough, Mr. Big Adventurer."

Wilder was confused on the cover: "Pure...purity? Madam, I don't understand very much..."

"The fifth issue, Chapter 3, Article 4."

Wilder: “…ah?”

"No, nothing," the voice from the throne seemed a little hesitant. "I just suddenly discovered something. I seemed to underestimate the impact of the information coming from the 'side' after establishing the 'anchored point'. However, this is not a big deal. It is part of me, but now it is just a return. Compared to these... it seems that it is time to do some serious things."

As the last sentence fell, the dark cloud-like figure slowly raised his head on the towering throne. Ms. Ye got up from the throne, picked up the black and white scepter that had been leaning against the throne with one hand, and pointed the other hand at the distance to the dust in the distance.

In an instant, a grand storm swept across the desert, and the incomprehensible gray-white sand and dust formed an amazing vortex in the air. Then the vortex gradually tilted and adjusted to a giant crack vertically above the desert, like a passage!

Wilder had wanted to ask Ms. Ye again what was going on with the "reflow" she said, but was suddenly startled. Then he reacted and asked while paying attention to the movement of the vortex in the desert: "You are finally going to... start?"

"It took some time for the anchor generator to reset the mode. Fortunately, the things left by the setter are not so easy to damage," said Ms. Ye casually. In the desert in front of the throne, the crack formed by shadow sand and dust is gradually forming, reflecting the light of a distant country - among the violently shaking blurred lights and shadows, you can vaguely see the rich fertile fields, the clear river and the garden shrouded under the dome. "I also want to thank some little guys for their activities in the Sky Station and the mortals' efforts to "loosen the soul seal in the world. This preparation process is smoother than expected."

While speaking, Ms. Ye picked up the scepter in her hand. She slowly stepped down from the throne and walked towards the crack of light and shadow in the distance. Behind her, on the surface of the towering throne, countless mysterious and complex patterns gradually lit up and quickly connected to a whole.

That is the totem pattern engraved on the surface of the "Anchor Generator" located deep in the sky station!

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!