The environment of the sleeping island is getting better day by day, as long as you fly, Tily can see the crowds and lively markets.

It is no longer the first three hundred witches living in isolation, through negotiations and negotiations, the string moon bays, Shuanglong islands, sunset ports and shallow water towns and the sleeping islands in the fjord islands have established commercial links, she has also introduced a group of ordinary residents from some crowded village islands.

Although they currently live on the outskirts of the island, far from the witches, Tily believes that one day the Sleeping Island will become a city divided between each other.Convergence is a slow but exciting process, whether it is the awakening of the other islands of the witch to join the sleeping island, or their stay in the birthplace, accepted by the local people, is the good news for the sleeping island.This means that Tily and the migrating witches will have more supporters.

"Come down, the wind," cried the ashes below, "and fall carefully!"

“I am well!”She waved her hand, and suddenly her body sank down, falling a distance before she stabilized her body, "Well, it's still a little less easy to control."

“I know that bad control is flying so high!”Ash stows and says, “You can practice at a lower point, or at sea.”If I don't come down, I'll climb up to the roof and catch you."

"Well, I know," said Tily, feeling that the wind was indeed growing, and no longer strong, and the magic of the release slowly landed in the garden of the residence.

"Next time you're asked to do something like this, call Molly."Ashes rolled her eyes and said, "At least her magical servants can catch you."

"As long as I keep the magic of supply, it is impossible to fall, at most I can't control the direction," she took off the blue magic stone gloves in her hand and handed it to each other, "you also come to try it, it's simply wonderful to fly, from the air overlooking the sleeping island, you will feel that the whole world has become new."

"I still can't," waved the ashes, "the lightning stone at the beginning can't be excited, let alone this stone that needs to be continuously injected into magic."And it's only one, and even if you have control skills, you can't fly with you."

"And too," said Tilillo, with some regret, taking back his gloves, "I have often wondered how good it would be if I could figure out the principles of it, and how good it would be to make the magic stone of corresponding powers myself."

“Do you think it’s man-made?”

"Certainly," she nodded without hesitation, "that these stones are unlikely to be naturally formed, either in terms of polished appearance or use.The group that built the ruins must have a deeper understanding of magic, but unfortunately they left no more clues than a bunch of incomprehensible documents.”

Just then, a huge white figure fell in the sky, and because the descent was too fast, it almost threw a blow to the ground, stirring a circle of dust.

“Mice?”The ash picked up the eyebrows.

"Well, it hurts to die," came the little girl, who got up from the ground and rubbed her head, "did I just have my eyes?"Mr. Tili flew in the sky!If it wasn't for the wrong color of the head, I thought it was lightning."

"You're not mistaken, I did fly up just now," said Tili, laughing and rubbing her cheek; "how...is the Witch of Sleeping Island doing well in the border town?"

"It's a good coo, they're all entrusting me with a letter," said Maisie, looking for the letter from her bag, "this is Lian, this is Evelyn's, and this... it's the Prince's."

Tiley was slightly surprised, only to see that the letter of His Royal Highness of the Prince was half-finger thick, and the outer package was strictly solid, but more like a package.It is a little heavy in the hand, and it is obviously not just a simple piece of paper.

“It’s hard.”

The ashes took out half a piece of wheat cake, broke a small piece and handed it to Maisie, but the latter shook his head, put a fish dry into his mouth, and said vaguely, "I'm going to Molly to play."After turning back into a huge white dove, he flew out of the garden with his wings.

“How do I feel when I don’t see her for a month, and she’s getting bigger again?”

"Same feeling," said Tily, laughing, "probably life in the border town is really good."

Back in the house, she tore the letter sent by Cairo Lan Wimbledon, and now in it, in addition to a piece of paper full of contents, the rest of the dozen pages were actually a vivid painting.

“What is this?”

The ash problem was also a doubt in Tiley’s mind, and she shook her head and spread out the drawing paper—somewhat incredible: the background was like the evening of the moor, and in the blood-red sunset, two terrible monsters were killing a group of witches.The witches clearly fell, and their ability to excel at seemed to have lost their effect, and neither the viper nor the fireball could stop the enemy.When I saw the last one, several witches were already in a pool of blood.

Tiley’s eyebrows were tight, and the scene in front of her was undoubtedly drawn by the witch, and only the magic could create such a realistic image.But... are these just simple pictures, or have they ever been born?

She grabbed the paper and looked at it.

Soon, Tily felt her heart tighten, and a word that repeated in the letter made her hands tremble slightly: "devil."

"What's the matter," Ash held her wrist, "what's written on the letter?"

“The past of the help meeting,” she patted each other on the back of her hand, signaled that she was okay, “they had been looking for the holy mountain in a wild land...you should remember the Holy Mountain?”

“Well, the legendary witch’s destination can be found in the holy mountain with true peace and peace, but this is nothing but a vain rumor,” said the Ashes, “and we can live in peace on the sleeping island, and the demon phage is the lie woven by the church.”

“But Halaka believed that the Holy Mountain really existed, and she had found an ancient book in the ruins of the Eastern Forest, believing that the gate to the Holy Mountain was in that uninhabited forbidden place.So she led the group to cross the mountains and go to the desert, but the witches did not find the holy mountain, but they encountered a terrible monster.Tilly whispered.

“The one painted?”The ash sucked cold.

“Yes,” she said, “the letter says that they have amazing power, they are quick to drive the evil beast, and that one of them can also release lightning from his hand... just like a witch’s ability.”In the end, more than 40 witches, only six survived, and then they decided to take refuge in the lord of the border town.

“It was... that’s it.”

"Also, it puzzles me to be that the last piece of the ancient book has a scribble, but it is written in the words of the four kingdoms," Tilie turned to the back of the letter, "and it mentioned the holy city, the battle against the devil, and the test of the divine chastisement army, which should have been true more than four hundred years ago, but since they know the language of the kingdom, why should they record documents and books in a very different text?"

Thinking for half a day could not get results, the five princesses simply put these things aside, took out Shirley's letters, and planned to first understand the results of the search for the lords of the border town.

The first sentence of the letter stunned her, even more than when she saw the word devil.

"Mr. Tiley, I have not found any traces of camouflage or magic in Roland Wimbledon, and there are no witches in the town that hide any other power except the League of Witches.He may be your real brother.(Not completed.)