✓ Operating log of the Tavern of the Dead

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Dorothy said, "Grass."

"Fuck, how to do it, how to do it!" The necromancer didn't bother to tidy up her wind-blown robes at this time, she had no image and was angry, "How could such a thing be! Damn it! Why did I close my eyes just now!

At least half of the magicians present, both apprentices and mentors, reacted like her, and the other half had not yet come to their senses, hissing in place, or covering their mouths and screaming silently.

The illegal onlookers were much more straightforward.

They applauded and cheered at the spectacle in front of them, as if they had watched a Disney firework, and praised with genuine emotion: "Oooh! It's beautiful—"

"It's amazing!"

"Worthy of the lord!"

"Your Excellency can do anything!"

Susie: "..."

Stop for a moment, what exactly is this strange cult of personality.

The towers in front of you are so magnificent, the steep spires point to the sky, its main tower is like an invincible sword, standing awe-inspiring, the twelve sub-towers are like the stars and the moon, the roll-shaped cloister has delicate carvings, they gently surround and hook up, filling this arrogant tower with a tactful romance.

The body of the tower is colored with the night.

From afar, the entire tower group seems to melt into the night sky. But it was flowing, and in the clear night that flowed, countless stars were turning.

This land once had.

This land is meant to be owned.

The stars shine brightly.

How could there be such a tower?

How could such a tower be here?

But there it is.

And only there.

In the midst of the loud noise, Susie suddenly heard a slight choking.

She turned her head and saw Olivia, who had always been calm and serious. The Grey Elf Archon stared at the miracle in front of her in amazement, the starlight reflected in her eyes, and she held the folder tighter in her arms, raising her hand to cover one eye, her teeth chattering slightly.

"It's too much, really, it's too much..."Did she cry? But there were no tears in the spirits, and the heart in the chest no longer beating. Olivia muttered, "I thought we we'd be—"

It's long since lost everything.

She has no regrets.

None of them regretted it.

However, when the newborn moon tree illuminates the land shrouded in death, the newborn city gradually awakens in the eternal night, and the noisy crowd arrives again.

Everything is brand new, everything is vibrant.

Olivia had seen such a business a long time ago, and now she occasionally caught a hint of familiarity in a gap - an unforgettable homeland and a newborn hometown for the undead who had long been cut off from time.

And now, the Shining Gold Tower stands proudly under the night sky. It was as if the proud and beautiful witch was still there, and she was full of colorful feathers: "Behold, this is the tower of which I am proud, and this is the city which I guard.

It has a clear sky, thousands of lights, the rotation of the four seasons, and the overlapping of day and night. The clear river runs through the city, the brocade flag flutters in the wind, the melodious music is endless, the bright starry sky is incomparable, it is famous, comparable to the legend, countless people have come to admire, countless poems have been recited by the family.