In front of the towering throne, the uninvited guest disappeared in an instant in the sudden rolling gray and white sand dust, dissipating like a phantom. The black-skinned book, lying quietly on the stone pillar, seemed to be stunned for a few seconds. It was not until the wind sounded again that Wilder was a little confused and muttering to himself: "It seems that there was someone here just now..."

As soon as he finished speaking, a slightly lazy and majestic voice came from the sky: "What did you say? Mr. Big Adventurer?"

When Wilder heard this, he looked at the throne in front of him. On the towering throne, Ms. Night, wearing a long dark dress as night as the night was sitting lazily, with gray and white lines as cracks curled quietly at the corner of her skirt.

"Ah, Ms. Ye, are you back?" Wilder asked subconsciously, "Where did you go just now?"

"I? I've been here for a while, just taking a nap," Ms. Ye said slowly, "Great Adventurer, have you fallen asleep just now? Why do I feel that you're talking a little strange?"

"I... maybe I'm having a dream?" The voice in the big black book was obviously confused. "I don't know either... I just saw a visitor who accidentally entered this place and said something to her. It seemed like a very interesting girl, but suddenly she disappeared, and I can't remember the specific conversation with her... I also saw the empty throne, you are missing, and I thought you were going to the border to deal with that guy again."

"It seems you are really confused, Mr. Adventurer," Ms. Ye's voice smiled, "It's not so easy to have 'guests' here. If the mind of a wise creature accidentally falls into this place, I will definitely find it the first time..."

Then the Shadow Lord paused for a moment before saying with a hint of anticipation: "I remember it was your turn to tell the story this time... Can we continue the last story? About the glacier flowing at the bottom of the magma, and the elves in the glacier..."

Wilder's voice was helpless: "Madam, although I'm happy that you like my story so much, can you appreciate those more reasonable and rigorous stories? I think the story of magma ice and elves is outrageous... If it really doesn't work, I'll make up one for you?"

Ms. Ye laughed, and her laughter seemed to dispel the chaotic haze that eternally shrouded in this desert. She lowered her head, like a dark cloud covering the earth suddenly dropped to a height. In the depths of the huge, high and hazy shadow, Wilder saw a pair of amber-colored eyes full of smiles but majestic looking down at her.

"Mr. Big Adventurer, I have seen too many rigorous and reasonable stories. In this boring place, outrageous and absurd are more interesting, right?"

...

Amber woke up suddenly. She opened her eyes and realized that the hard touch under her body was not an illusion. She was lying on the floor of the room with her back on the sky, but the familiar chair fell not far away. She seemed to have fallen from the chair and fell into a strange dream as she fell into a strange dream. The brief moment was amplified in the dream into an adventure that lasted for hours and a wonderful conversation, and then woke her up from the dream as her body touched the ground.

"Is the fall a shortcut to waking up from a dream..." Amber couldn't help but remember what he heard in front of the throne, but soon she noticed the sunshine that sprinkled into the room from the gaps in the curtains - she still clearly remembered that when she first started studying the sand grains, it was still a sunny afternoon outside, but at this moment...the light that was approaching dusk sprinkled into the room.

"It seems that those few hours of experience were real, at least the flow of time was real..." Amber rubbed his forehead, trying to restore his slightly chaotic mind to wake up as soon as possible, "Is this being squeezed out from 'there'?"

She mumbled and stimulated her mind to wake up quickly in the way she talked to herself. However, the next second, she seemed to notice something strange, and her eyes suddenly fell on her fingertips.

Some fine grains of sand were scattered around the floor that touched her fingertips. The grains were covered with a layer of grayish-white color, a kind of smudged grayish-white texture spread around the grains, and "dying" a large piece of grayish-white on the originally dark brown floor.

"...Mom..." Amber's eyes widened in an instant, realizing that she might have been playing hard this time, but while she was staring at the sand, an inexplicable sense of "connection" suddenly emerged from her heart, making her feel that the sand scattered on the floor seemed not a pile of dead objects, but... like an extension of part of her own strength.

She stared at the sand tightly, feeling the "connection" that faintly appeared in her heart. This sense of connection was very subtle, somewhat like her daily perception of the shadow world, but it was much more specific and clearer than that. She even felt that she could control every grain of sand and dust, even...

She snapped her fingers gently, and the sand on the floor disappeared like a dream in an instant, and the grayish white on the floor was gradually restored to its original state.

Amber opened her mouth and looked at her fingers again, as if she couldn't believe what had just happened. Then she showed a thoughtful look, and after a long time of thinking and perception, she reached out and rubbed it gently - a wisp of gray-white quicksand appeared out of thin air, and with the rustling sound fell on the floor, the quicksand gathered more and more, and the gray-white "field" quickly spread to the whole room...

"Oh, mom, oh..." Amber suddenly reacted, hurriedly stopped summoning the sand, and then "retrieved" them again in a hurry - fortunately, nothing unexpected happened, and the room gradually returned to normal after half a minute.

After everything recovered, Amber sat on the floor in a little confused. She kept in this state and thought about it for a while before she finally slapped her thigh: "Hey, I'm so awesome!"

Then she jumped up from the ground and was about to run out of the door excitedly: "Then you have to show off your old Zongzi..."

She ran to the door in a hurry, but just as she pushed the door out, she stopped as if she remembered something. She tried to suppress her a little excited mood and muttered to herself: "No, no, I have to test it again, and then learn what this thing is, and more importantly, the information is the book that calls herself Wilder..."

...

The cold wind blew across the deserted wasteland under the night sky, and millions of years of eternal cold starlight shone on this land as old as the starlight. Victoria stood on the towering wall of New Argondor. She looked inside the high wall and saw rough and magnificent houses lined up. Lights of all sizes illuminating the lonely city that sheltered all living beings in the cold winter night. She looked outside the high wall and saw the wilderness extending in the starry night. The undulating land was covered with scorch marks left by war. Everything in the distance seemed to have been swallowed by darkness and cold. Only the destroyed huge factories or palace buildings were silently telling the glorious scenes of Tallond in the past.

The world outside the city walls looked desolate and lacked hope, but Victoria, who had lived here for a few days, had learned that there was not really nothing in the dark ruins - some sporadic and faint lights shone in the depths of the darkness, and occasionally the dragons could be seen passing through the starry night. In those places where the lights were shining, the dragons were excavated from the ruins, some old factories that could still operate or pioneer posters used to monitor the boundaries of the security zone. Even under the ruins, the dragons were trying their best to clean up the collapsed underground transportation network and storage facilities, and their work was constantly day and night.

This made Victoria think of the ancient times recorded in the books, the pioneers of the Ansu Kingdom, the arduous reclamation and construction of the wastelands on the edge of the wasteland in the past, and also reminded her of the wasteland in the southern part of the Dark Mountains, and the series of plans to counterattack the wastelands conceived by His Majesty - those plans will become practical actions in the near future.

At this moment, a gentle and smiling voice suddenly came from the side, interrupting the Duke's thoughts: "Sorry, Victoria, I'll take you out for a 'stroll' in such a cold place - it's not interesting to accompany an old man like me to blow the cold wind on the city wall, right?"

Victoria woke up from her thoughts and saw the old man wearing a black hood and a black robe standing beside her and looking at her with a smile. She quickly shook her head: "Of course not, don't think so - I like to walk with you very much."

"Really?" Modir obviously disbelief, "There are not many young people who are patient. Usually I ask people to talk about my adventures, and they run faster than anyone else."

"That's because they have a shallow understanding," Victoria said immediately, and then tried to make a smile - she felt that she had succeeded because the ancestor in front of her obviously smiled. "As for me... I have not had such a leisure time for a long time. Being able to temporarily put down what you have at hand and walk around outside with you casually is actually a very rare rest and relaxation for me."

"It sounds like your usual work is very heavy," Modir nodded, and then he was a little worried, "Will you delay all work matters if you don't go back for so long?"

"I... asked for leave from my superiors when I came out," Victoria quickly explained. In a sense, she did not lie about these words. "The work matters have been arranged by colleagues and subordinates to help deal with them, and they will not go back for a while and will not be delayed."

"That's fine." Modir laughed, not asking Victoria's real "work content" as usual. Victoria took this opportunity to change the topic: "Have you been entangled by that 'dream' again in the past two days?"

"It's been fine these two days, and I haven't had that 'strange dream'," Modir shook his head, "Maybe it's really useful to be with me nearby? But then again, that 'dream' itself doesn't happen every day. In fact, I've encountered three dreams since I boarded the mechanical ship today, which is not frequent - it's just that the dream itself is a bit scary."

"You can't relax," Victoria said seriously, "The dream clearly points to the power related to the gods. If you carelessly, you will often be doomed..."

"Okay, okay, I know, I know," Modir said while waving his hand. The old man's expression looked a little weird. He couldn't help but look at Victoria up and down. "Did your personality be brought out by your father? Why do you look more stern and serious than the old man, me at a young age..."

Victoria finally had a hint of embarrassment in her eyes. She obviously lacked the experience of talking to others like this, so she could only say with a stingy forehead: "My... has always been like this, and my father's personality is indeed the same. In fact, the rigorous style of conduct has always been our family tradition..."

"Family tradition?" Modir couldn't help but blink and pointed at himself in a little surprised, "Is this tradition passed down?"

Victoria's expression did not change much, but suddenly moved in her heart. She instantly remembered the embarrassing things that the other party mentioned when she was chatting with Hetty about "historical ancestors do not recognize the ancestral teachings". She thought that she had finally encountered a similar scene, and these sighs did not affect her response speed. Faced with the curious expressions of the ancestors, she quickly spoke: "This... should have been passed down by earlier ancestors, and the family records say that your personality does not fit this tradition very well..."

"That's fine," Modir immediately patted his chest when he heard this. "I thought I was a serious and stern guy once. If this was the case, it would be a bit scary. It would be so boring to have a life of stern faces all day."

Looking at the ancestor who had some exaggerated reactions, Victoria didn't know what expression to do for a moment, but after thinking about it, she felt relieved and asked curiously: "Why do you like to take risks so much?"

After her speech, the city wall suddenly became quiet. Modir didn't speak for a moment, as if he had been inspired by this sentence. After thinking silently for a long time, he finally broke the silence: "Don't you feel curious? Don't you feel curious about those unknown fields, unknown things, unknown knowledge... we are so vast, and the more we explore its end, the more you can notice that the "end" is still outside your cognition, and constantly discovering things that have not been discovered before in such an endless field... Don't you think it's very interesting?"

Victoria opened her mouth, and the answer of her ancestor did not surprise her, because many records about this great adventurer and many remarks he left six hundred years ago had been left in the family books, and she was very familiar with those, but looking at the light revealed in the eyes of the great adventurer, she couldn't help but say: "Have you ever thought that these adventures might one day kill you, and even now you are entangled by the power of the ancient gods... Maybe it was also the 'sequelae' brought by a certain adventure..."

"Haha, kid, be confident and remove the 'maybe'," Modir suddenly laughed. "I am a guy like me who is joking around and can't die safely in the bed at home. When I encounter some weird troubles on weekdays, it is definitely an extra 'gift' brought by exploring unknown fields - girl, don't need to remind me, I know better than you in this regard."

Victoria seemed unable to understand the old man's almost paranoid "hobby", and she couldn't help but say, "Then you..."

"Then I will continue to walk out. Yes, I will continue to walk out," Modir smiled, his eyes turned to the darkness in the distance, looking at the deepest part of the wilderness that had exceeded the limit of vision. "I have no noble reasons, nor is it for the sake of opening up the borders of civilization - in fact, I have never thought about these, I just think... Just like this extreme night, if this extreme night never ends, and humans are like little insects living under this night, we will live in our hometown for the rest of our lives, and we will not see the sky outside the night. But if we go out, no matter which direction we go further, we can see the sunrise and see the sun rise to the sky...

"Many bugs may think it's no big deal, but the sun...it's really there."
Chapter completed!