"This is a surprise."

Brian said thoughtfully to himself.

Half a year ago, with a heart of expectation and a hint of worry, he embarked on a journey to the legendary silver-shining and mysterious Silver Moon City.

The purpose of travel is clear and urgent, that is, I hope to see Herist.

However, fate played a big joke with his expectations.

He did not capture Herist's unique figure through his psychic powers and the connection between the two, and even a trace of her breath could not be touched.

So, Brian found the place where Helist once lived.

It was a courtyard surrounded by ancient magic and exuded a faint sorrow.

There, with his keen soul perception, he noticed many intertwined and chaotic and twisted traces of the soul, like a broken scroll, silently telling unspeakable stories.

The information revealed by these traces of spiritual fluctuations made him deeply worried about Helist's state.

They are like whirlpools, indicating that she is experiencing an unprecedented spiritual storm. It is an inner challenge that no one can replace and can only face alone. It is about self-cognition, emotional struggle and baptism of pain deep in the soul.

In this regard, in addition to regret and regret, he felt more of a sense of powerless pain.

Because in this spiritual battle belonging to Helist himself, he could only serve as a bystander, silently praying that her tenacity could help her overcome this predicament safely.

However, since the moment Brian resolutely stepped out of Silver Moon City, an indescribable emotional entanglement continued to linger and spread deep in his heart like the fog in the dark night.

It was an emotion of intertwined with a sense of responsibility and worry, like a double-edged sword, which not only urged him to stand up, but also warned him to think carefully before taking action.

Herrist's thread of fate seemed to be closely connected with him, and her plight made him unable to let go.

But he knew very well that once he acted recklessly, he might not only fail to save Helist from the fire and water, but would instead push her into a more complex vortex and might even have disastrous consequences to the entire situation.

This worry was like a huge rock pressing on his heart, heavy, making every step he took seemed extremely difficult.

So, Brian repeatedly weighed the pros and cons of the long journey, and a silent struggle deep in his heart.

He often looked up at the starry sky, trying to find the answer from the twinkling stars, thinking about where it should point.

Unexpectedly, in the phantom and mysterious Alaszow, the former Lord of Silver Moon City, there was a piece of glittering but calm words hidden deep in the phantom and mysterious Alaszow.

This passage of words is like the Big Dipper in the middle of the night, penetrates the fog, illuminating the way Brian is moving forward, and making his originally confused and helpless state of mind suddenly clear.

Therefore, Brian had made up his mind that after the matter came to an end, he would embark on his journey to Silver Moon City again.

Rather than waiting passively for bad luck to come, he would rather take the initiative. Even if this means taking certain risks, he would have to find out the truth about the difficulties that Helist is facing.

Brian decided not to waste a moment of time. He deeply gathered his spiritual power and began to explore the afterglow of the archives in the past, trying to dig out any clues that might be valuable to him.

Because the Inscribe Valley possesses the magic of memory, it is like a detailed history book, not only remembering all the footsteps of its sacred temple, but also foreseeably encompassing visitors who will enter this treasure house of knowledge in the future.

Whenever someone searches for the treasure of wisdom in this library, those figures who have appeared in or will appear in the Inscribed Valley and who are also eager for knowledge will appear around them like dreams, providing some key revelations in time.

Time slipped silently like fine sand, but the disappointment on Brian's face gradually increased like a tide. In the end, he had no choice but to put aside his original intention of exploring.

In this archive full of historical dust, he did capture traces left by many past visitors, including the president of the Luscan Arcane Brotherhood, the leader of the Fire Fist Knights, and even the ancient silver dragons he is familiar with, as well as members of the Red Robe Wizard Society and the Leatherman Witch.

They all had been here, and from their words, Brian learned a lot of information, but unfortunately, this information was like stars, but none of them could lead him to find a valuable direction.

Instead, he heard a lot of ridiculous gossip.

"It seems that I can't get what I want here." Brian whispered to himself, then left the place and walked straight towards the archive room that symbolized the "future".

As the helm of future information, Prophet Ustova devoted a lot of time to immerse herself in endless meditation and engraved the illusion world she had seen on the stone slab one by one.

Just like Umas, she not only focuses on the future evolution of multiple giant groups and their clans, but also carefully sorted out the complex fate and possible directions, aiming to reveal the key signs that herald the revival of the ancient civilization of the giant and the reappearance of the glory of the past.

When Brian stepped into the archives room, he found that like the previous archives room, there was no one here.

The porch of the room where Ustova's prophecy records are carved with inscriptions, which anyone who understands the common language, the dwarf or the giant can translate:

"The future is like a song in memory, and you must not destroy its rhyme by rushing it."

In a completely different way from other quiet spaces in the library, these archive rooms have a melody of gurgling water flowing.

Here, the walls are not ordinary wooden or stone structures, but rather carefully crafted art halls.

The walls are cleverly inlaid with niches made of Umas carved stone pillars, and their artistic value and exquisite craftsmanship are breathtaking.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! What's more peculiar is that these stone pillars are decorated unconventionally, and they are given life and transformed into agile and changing fountain installations.

Whenever the water gate is opened, the crystal clear water column will emerge from the top of the stone column like an elf, dancing lightly in the air, and then slide down gently along the crystal wall that is carefully polished to a mirror-smoothing crystal.

Each drop of water reflects a charming light during the sliding process, like stars falling into the mortal world, and like the flashing moment after the gems are broken, adding a bit of dreamy and vitality to this quiet archive room.

In this symphony of water and light, every corner is filled with wonderful charm, as if even time has slowed down here, allowing people who have entered this place to immerse themselves in this unique tranquility and beauty, and feel the unique atmosphere intertwined by the power of knowledge and the charm of art.

Brian was not too nostalgic for the scene here, and immediately learned the method between the two and began to silently feel some remaining echoes flowing in the air.

As he expected, he soon made a new discovery.

The scene that appeared in front of him this time was not the flashing of the starry sky when he met the Phantom of Elastra, but more like a mage gathering.

In Brian's illusion, the mages at the assembly were shoulder to shoulder, as if forming a colorful ocean, and their robes were intertwined like rainbows. The noisy conversation almost overturned the eardrums, which gathered all kinds of male and female mages of different ages and sizes, and even some mages' gender characteristics made it difficult for the bards who were best at observing.

Although the classic black wide-sleeved robes are still popular here, most mages choose to show themselves in more unique and colorful outfits.

Even people like Brian who have seen countless costume styles during years of adventures were stunned.

In the widespread cognition of the Feren continent, especially among the non-wizard group, a deep view is that all individuals involved in the control of the Aoyi have different degrees of abnormality without exception.

Brian once again confirmed the accuracy of this concept through these characters in strange costumes in front of him.

Various colorful hats and accessories instantly filled his vision, and their dazzlingness was like stars flashing, some of which were like liquid metals with life, unpredictable and endlessly flowing.

A female wizard was wearing a gorgeous dress woven by a huge feathered snake. The snake was like a lively ribbon, swimming leisurely on her graceful body and slowly moving.

Not far away, a man seemed to be surrounded by leaping flames, and the fire churned and jumped on him; another mage who talked to him hid himself in a vibrant miasma plant, which was densely covered with delicate and lush ferns and thistle leaves, which looked mysterious and strange.

The half-elf-like lady standing beside them was wearing a large robe covered with gems of light, and each thread was shining with glitter.

At this moment, the half-elf lady was arguing with a long-haired dwarf in fur and soft leather jacket. Two agile insectivorous lizards stick out their tongues and keep playing around the dwarf.

However, the real focus of this phantom was not others, and soon, Brian captured an old man in the bustling crowd.

The old man was wearing a simple and vicissitudes of life, with many patches dotted on it, as if carrying the story of time.

The robe even left a trivial mark of life - food stains, which became a unique part of him.

I saw a cigarette pouch in his mouth. No matter where he was, it was always cloudy and mist, like a vivid and mysterious picture.

In the echo of the Inscribed Valley, Brian was surprised to find that the old man in front of him was the legendary Shadow Valley wise man, Ilminster.
Chapter completed!