At this moment.
The small town buildings floating in the sky were still in a state of chaos, some tilting and about to collapse, while others collided, making dull noises.
"Return to your places."
Ian gently waved his magic wand, and with his movement, a powerful magical force surged from within him, spreading like an invisible giant force towards the small town buildings in the sky.
In an instant, the buildings floating in the sky slowly descended, bricks, wooden beams, chimneys, all returning to their original position under precise magical control.
The houses gently landed back on their foundations, not even a speck of dust was raised, as if they had never left or been damaged, everything restored to its original state before the change.
Even the place that had been turned into a dump by the flood Ian had brought was cleaned up.
Ariana watched this scene in amazement, her eyes full of admiration and awe. Her lips parted slightly, softly praising, "Ian's magic is getting more and more powerful."
The girl's eyes glimmered with a longing light.
"No big deal, no big deal."
Ian clapped the dust off his hands, turned to look at Pandro, who was trying to crawl out of a hay-filled cart, covered in dry grass and wood chips.
Yes, Ian, while restoring everything, had also used the cart to give this guy a good hit, so Pandro looked as battered as a stray knight who had just finished a fight.
Well, he did just finish a fight, and he could indeed be considered a wandering knight.
"You're such a petty bastard," Pandro couldn't help but complain, accepting the towel Ariana handed over to clean his dirty face.
"Hmm?"
Ian had a look of, you know I'm petty, but you still dare to scold me.
Pandro immediately took a few steps back.
"Just kidding, just kidding." He chuckled awkwardly, waving his hand, not insisting on his previous attitude, also not understanding why this monarch was so powerless in front of Ian.
"Want something to drink? Pandro's fruit wine is really good." Ariana stepped in to ease the atmosphere, and her words immediately caught the little wizard's attention.
"Fruit wine? Is it strong?"
Ian was indeed somewhat tempted.
"Not strong, very light."
After saying that, Ariana went to fetch a large bottle of fruit wine. Seeing this, Pandro was also frustrated, Ian had hit him, yet he still wanted to drink the wine he had painstakingly made.
What could he say?
He could only sulk in a corner alone. However, as Ian took out a bunch of things and started making barbecue, he soon shamelessly joined in.
"I'll grill it for you."
Ian handed the grill to Pandro.
"Watch closely! I'm a barbecue master! Do you know how many times I've eaten barbecue in my life?" Pandro seemed to be revitalized, enthusiastically starting his operation.
Ariana couldn't help but laugh, raising her camera to secretly press the shutter. Under the sun, their shadows stretched long, and the sky had somehow cleared again.
...
A gathering like a picnic.
In the air.
The aroma of the barbecue had not yet completely dissipated. Ariana sat on a vine chair, holding a teacup in both hands, sipping the warm honey tea, the sunlight dancing in her light golden hair through the gaps in the leaves—after a hearty feast, Ariana still demurely sat in the chair basking in the sun.
However, Ian and Pandro were lying on the ground in a satisfied sprawl, their bellies round and full.
"Burp—"
Pandro let out a loud belch, contentedly patting his belly.
"Indeed, the most unforgettable things in the human world are the delicacies."
His tone carried a bit of nostalgia, reminiscence, and a hint of melancholy. Perhaps, for this monarch, there was no other regret, only the nature of a foodie.
Souls in the Misty Illusion Realm indeed did not have the right to enjoy food.
However.
Ian brought exceptions.
Including the wine he was able to brew.
The wind blew, very comfortably.
And just then, Pandro seemed to remember something.
"Ariana, it's about time for you to practice swordsmanship." Pandro reminded Ariana, for a swordsman, daily homework was of course indispensable.
An excellent swordsman always encourages their apprentice.
Of course.
They themselves would choose to slack off.
To this.
Ariana had no objections, turning to enter a house to change clothes. And at this time, Ian took another sip of the fruit wine in his hand.
It was indeed as sweet as a drink, not like a strong liquor, and much milder than beer. However, Ian had drunk quite a bit, and now he seemed slightly tipsy.
"Why practice sword... isn't learning magic better?" Ian also burped, speaking with a slightly tipsy tone, "Magic! Magic is the most powerful force!"
Upon hearing this, Pandro dared not retort, after all, a sober Ian was already quite fierce. Who knows what kind of grand weapon Ian might pull out in his current state.
"I can no longer touch magic, can I, Ian?" Ariana's voice suddenly came from behind. Her voice carried a hint of regret for the loss of magic.
Indeed.
As a wizard.
Never having enjoyed the pleasures brought by magic.
There would always be some regrets.
Especially after knowing magic isn't some terrifying beast, after letting go, Ariana also had some yearning for magic, but the deceased have no possibility of casting anymore.
The breeze blew, the grass rustling softly, sobering Ian up a bit from his drunkenness. He knew he had misspoken, so he quickly stood up to make amends.
"Magic is turning the impossible into the possible! Believe me! You will definitely have the chance to experience the joy of magic!" Ian was not merely comforting Ariana.
Information gleaned from Dumbledore's ancestors flashed through his mind.
Ariana was clearly going to be revived from the past. Though the exact method was still unclear, he knew that past was also the future they were heading towards.
"Really?"
Ariana tilted her head.
"Of course, it's true!" Pandro answered in Ian's stead. He had also drunk quite a lot, though he wasn't drunk. He patted the Little Wizard beside him and started exaggeratedly praising.
"The one before you is the King of the Dead! If he says it's possible, then it's possible! Trust the monarch!" It was unclear if he was praising Ian or sneakily praising himself as well.
Regardless, the blonde boy had no intention of continuing to perform.
Upon hearing this.
Ariana's eyes lit up.
Her gaze filled with anticipation, her spirit vibrant.
"Don't worry."
Ian made a confident promise.
"Mhm mhm."
Ariana quickly nodded, though, she still picked up her practice sword, "I trust you, Ian, but I think I shouldn't neglect practicing swordsmanship right now."
"I've already experienced the joy of practicing swordsmanship." Ariana lightly stepped onto the nearby open ground, took a deep breath, flicked her wrist, and the sword's edge drew a graceful arc.
The girl began her practice.
Ian watched with intense interest.
He used to be slightly dismissive of swordsmanship, but now he had matured, understanding the value of multiple skills, so he was somewhat tempted.
This scene was clearly observed by Pandro.
"What's this? Want to learn?"
Pandro approached, raising his brows mischievously.
"Beg me, beg me, and I'll teach you."
He clearly started becoming annoying again, but this time, the Little Wizard had eaten and drunk his fill and was too tired for their usual chase, and thus did not pull out his punishing Wolf Fang Club.
"Hilarious."
Ian directly dismissed him, performing a crooked smile like a Dragon King.
"Ever heard of alchemists never begging? Arthur! Times have changed! It's no longer the era of tirelessly practicing swordsmanship!" He then clangingly took out a heap of stuff.
Secret Silver Ingot, Star Meteorite Iron, Magic Guide Crystal, and even a small bottle of Dragon Blood.
All these were alchemy materials.
"What are you going to do?"
Pandro curiously came over, eyes bewildered.
"Of course, to forge the martial arts manual of the new era!" Ian directly lit a bright red fire and began alchemy, materials quickly melting and restructuring in his hands.
There's no denying.
After learning from Nicolas Flamel, his alchemy had indeed become a form of art.
Like playing a silent symphony.
Soon.
A single-handed silver-white sword, its blade etched with runes, took shape in Ian's hand.
A gemstone shimmering with starlight was set in the sword's hilt, the blade slightly vibrating, emitting a clear humming.
"Isn't it just a beautiful sword?"
Pandro acidly approached the treasure sword.
Unexpectedly.
Ian suddenly grabbed him.
"Come! My Sword Spirit!"
The Little Wizard's wicked laugh had a touch of mischievousness.