A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

"Knock knock." Just as the two were talking, there was a knock on the door.

"I'm going out," Bray said, knowing that it was Rector knocking.

"Have a safe trip, and hurry up." Naruko paused for a moment, then smiled and waved.

Bray nodded and yanked the door open.

"Thump." Startled by the sudden opening of the door, the anxious Rector fell to the ground, taking a big bite out of the mud.

“Everything’s in my pocket, let’s go.” Bray said calmly to Rector with his head down, without even the desire to reach out and help him up.

“Okay…” Rector touched his chin and got up on his own.

---

One hour later.

A rented magic vehicle sped across the wasteland.

Since Bray wanted to go back to sleep early, he spent a lot of money to rent a magic vehicle.

Rector pulled down his work cap and curiously surveyed the wasteland at night.

He left the safe zone during the day, under Bray's protection.

Rector had never really imagined what the desolate land would look like at night.

After all, the wasteland is dangerous enough during the day, let alone at night.

Under the moonlight, the sparse shadows of buildings were cast on the ground, adorning the wasteland.

The world was very quiet at night, without a trace of noise.

The crystallized ground was unexpectedly beautiful under the moonlight.

In an instant, what came into Rector's view was a magnificent scene, so beautiful that it didn't seem like a post-apocalyptic world.

"Is it really that beautiful outside at night?"

He had always thought the strangely colored sky was ugly, but he never expected that at night, the colors would turn into a huge painting.

This was more breathtaking than any painting he had ever seen before.

The Milky Way stretched across the pale purple night sky, with only the soft sound of the wind and the roar of the magic vehicle's engine beneath me.

"It's just that the safe zone is too crowded, making it hard to see the scenery," Bray said casually.

The safe zone and the wasteland share the same sky.

The buildings in the safe zone are well preserved, but the tall buildings block the view for many people.

Once outside the walls and across the magic circle, there are no obstacles, and this breathtaking world is revealed to the world.

For the Black Iron race, this world has come to an end.

But for the Silver race, the world has been reborn.

The world did not perish; instead, it became quieter and more beautiful.

Perhaps that's why the will of the world didn't react at all, allowing the Silver race to take over the world of the lower races.

The world favors all His children, and the Dark Ironborn are just one of His children, nothing special.

The restraining force is used to prevent the world from becoming unbalanced and destroyed.

Umkandal, the "Demigod Lord," had a very good grasp of this balance... He was cunning and shrewd.

Those who observe the precepts neither become weaker nor stronger; everything remains unchanged, creating a stagnant world.

"Screech—" Bray slammed on the brakes and stopped at the designated spot.

It's quite close to where the priest lives, and it's also within the protection zone of Betley's old house, so it's not considered a dangerous area.

After jumping off the magic vehicle, Bray looked up and gazed at the night sky.

“It seems Father Thun really doesn’t lie,” Bray murmured.

Father Thun said he knew this was the best place to see the view.

And that is indeed the case.

The sky in this place, like elsewhere, has been polluted by the concept of silver.

But the polluted night sky, far from being out of place, actually adds a lot of mystery.

The spiraling clouds, under the dim moonlight, shone brilliantly in the night sky.

The background color of the night sky is neither pure, abyssal black, nor entirely deep blue.

Moreover, it is interspersed with jewel-like emerald green and mesmerizing purple, like a carefully dyed and printed silk.

Words simply cannot describe the scene.

"Clatter, clatter." Bray turned his gaze back and pulled a large pile of parts from his waist bag.

Finally, Bree's actions ruined the beauty, and even Rector's lips twitched unconsciously a few times.

It's a real eyesore...that's pretty much it.

“Come, I want to weave this flower, with a bird pattern,” Bray said, holding a small flower in front of Rector.

"Flowers and birds?" Lector touched his hair; this kind of pattern didn't seem difficult to design.

Because these two elements are a perfect match.

However, assembling this bunch of wires with the magic lamp is, to be honest, quite cumbersome, and there's no way to see the effect from directly above, making modifications incredibly troublesome.

"And, Mr. Bray, are you sure that once we've pieced it together, someone can see the whole picture?" Rickard said with a wry smile.

Yeah, so what if it looks really good? Who can see it from above?

“It’s okay, it’s fine.” Bray patted Rickdo on the shoulder, letting him worry about this.

It took Rector an entire night to painstakingly create the enormous pattern.

Bray used "stepping into the air" to look down from directly above and thought the effect was incredibly awesome.

He suddenly found Rector much more agreeable, even though the guy was so shrewd it was annoying, but his skills were indeed excellent.

At least for Bray himself, he couldn't possibly figure this out.

Of course, when Bray was praising Rector, Rector was also shocked by Bray.

He'd been following Bray for days and had no idea the guy could fly, let alone fly so high.

Admittedly, many mages can fly, but the problem is that Bray is not a mage, but a proper swordsman.

These days, can anyone fly?

When Rector was having an existential crisis, Bray drove his magic chariot home in the night.

As for the corny romantic pictures that he and Rick had painstakingly created, they were handed over to the priest to keep.

Anyway, these magic lamps and circuits aren't worth eating, so they won't be destroyed unless there's a group of monsters or a large monster.

Father Thun only needs to keep a brief look after him.

Bray wasn't worried that Father Thun would quit because he found it too troublesome, since the priest was responsible for his own food rations.

Although the priest had tried to cultivate the land in this godforsaken place, there would be no harvest for the time being.

Bray wholeheartedly agrees with the saying that the way to a man's heart is through his stomach.

This is the best example.

"Mr. Bray, I guess I'm all done here now?" Rector asked tentatively, having finally made it back to safety.

“If that place isn’t broken, you’re out of the picture,” Bray said, then tossed Rickdo under the car and drove off.

Rector had no complaints about this; on the contrary, he was glad that he was able to be freed from this situation early.

Being with Bray was terrifying. Although Bray hadn't done anything outrageous, Rector always had the feeling that his life was constantly in danger.

Bray didn't have time to care what Rector was thinking; he had other things to do.

---

"Achoo!" In the quiet forest, the black dragon, who was gnawing on a roasted monster, suddenly sneezed.

Because He is now in human form, He looks very indecent.

"Sister, what's wrong?" Xiaoxue asked Xiaoyou in confusion.

Logically speaking, dragons shouldn't get sick unless they are infected by a being of the same level using concepts.

But Xiaoyou has never had any conflicts with other silver species, so she shouldn't be sick.

"Someone's after me." Looking at the aloof and beautiful Xiao You, she casually touched her nose and said.

He was used to sneezing; sneezing doesn't necessarily mean he was sick, there are many other reasons.

These were all things Naruko had taught him, so he knew instantly that someone was plotting against him.

"But sister, you haven't offended anyone, have you?" Xiaoxue asked, smoothing Xiaoyou's long, soft hair.

"Who knows?" Xiao You shrugged, perhaps she had accidentally offended Chunlang.

"Eat up, it's roasted." He broke off a roasted monster leg and placed it in front of Xiaoxue.

Originally, for dragons, eating wasn't so complicated; they could just eat it raw.

After all, dragons have a much stronger digestive system than black iron species, so they don't have the problem of being poisonous or difficult to digest.

Without demand, there is no motivation to research how to cook food.

The reason why the Black Iron Seed uses complex methods to process food is that its body cannot withstand various insects, poisons, and blood.

They, the dragons, have no need to handle affairs—

But the problem is that it smells good after processing.

After being tempted by the barbecue from the group of people in Longshan, Xiaoyou fell into the abyss of delicious food and could not extricate herself.

Later, when he was learning to make dragons from Naruko, he also learned a lot from her.

You ask why learning to be a dragon requires such elaborate and fancy techniques? He doesn't know either, but he just learns.

Anyway, He now feels that most of what He learned from Naruko is very useful.

"Sister, feed me." Xiaoxue blushed slightly, lifted her hair, and opened her mouth slightly.

Xiao You didn't think much of it and tore off a piece of meat to feed Xiao Xue herself.

He just occasionally felt that Xiaoxue was too delicate in many ways, such as eating only in small bites and having to carefully tear food apart to feed her.

"Delicious." Xiaoxue rested her cheeks on her hands with satisfaction and closed her eyes happily.

He felt happy not because the roasted monster was so delicious, but simply because his sister fed him that bite of meat.

For someone who is obsessed with their older sister, being fed by their older sister is pure bliss.

Fortunately, Xiaoxue's condition wasn't so severe as to be wheezing; her symptoms of being obsessed with her older sister were largely suppressed by the influence of the Bulei family.

"Isn't it delicious? I could study it for a long time." Xiao You couldn't help but laugh, like a cold and beautiful black rose in bloom.

Unfortunately, this beautiful smile didn't last long and quickly froze.

For some reason, Xiao You felt a chill on the back of her neck.

Before he could react, someone grabbed him by the collar.

"Who is it!" Xiao You shouted angrily at the person who had captured her.

Although He was young, just a young dragon, He was still a member of the dragon race, and even a silver-ranked dragon had no right to treat Him like that.

The dragon race has its own pride and will not tolerate other demigods trampling on it.

“It’s me,” Bray said calmly to Xiaoyou.

He didn't mean anything by it; he just didn't understand why Xiaoyou was so inexplicably angry.

But how could Xiao You not be angry, being grabbed by the collar?

He is a black dragon, not a little black cat.

Unfortunately, Xiao You didn't dare to say these words out loud.

Damn it, the fear of those dead fish eyes has almost become instinctive, even though He doesn't react this way to other Silver-ranked beings these days.