The most powerful wizard in the magic world

Gellin gazed at the blue sky outside. The sun shone on the earth, as if covering the upcoming journey with a golden coat. He was filled with excitement and anticipation, but at the same time he also felt a little uneasy. The significance of this trip was not only an adventure, but also a burden of responsibility. He whispered to himself: "I hope she can take good care of herself."

"Gerlin, what are you thinking about?" Freiza walked into the room and interrupted his thoughts. "Are you ready?" Her black eyes flashed with concern.

"Almost done, I'm just a little worried about Naanman." Gerlin turned around and said with a little worry. He knew Naanman from a long time ago. Although she seemed strong and independent, she seemed extremely vulnerable in this unfamiliar environment.

"You worry too much," Freiza smiled softly, her robes fluttering as she moved. "We will protect her here. If anything happens, I will notify you immediately and make sure you have nothing to worry about."

At this time, Naanman opened the door and walked towards the two of them. There was a subtle worry on her face, but she still tried to appear calm. "What are you talking about?" Her voice was like a clear spring, clear and warm.

"We were discussing how you were able to stay in front of us unscathed." Freiza said half-jokingly, his expression relaxed and gentle.

"Haha, I'll try my best." Naanman chuckled, seeming to be pleased by her friend's concern. "Actually, I think you guys are worrying too much. There's nothing to be afraid of for me to stay here."

After hearing this, Gerlin's brows relaxed slightly and heaved a sigh of relief. "That's good. Try to keep in touch. If you need anything, remember to tell us."

"Of course, I will." Naanman nodded slightly, with a firm look in her eyes. She knew that under the protection of her friends, she would be able to adapt to this environment better.

A few days later, in the morning, the sun shone through the curtains into the room. Gerlin and Fresa were ready to leave. Naanman was preparing their luggage. Although she seemed calm on the surface, she was still a little uneasy in her heart.

"You must take good care of yourself and don't overwork yourself." Fresa advised Naanman.

Naanman pursed her lips and tried to force a smile: "I will, don't worry."

Gerling turned around and said seriously: "If something happens after we set off, you must stay calm, keep in touch, and don't make any impulsive decisions."

"I understand, Gerlin," Naanman nodded seriously, trying to show her determination. "I will do as you say."

"Okay, let's go." Fresa hugged Naanman slightly, then turned and walked out the door with Gerlin.

When the door closed, Naanman felt a sense of loss and loneliness. She turned around, walked to the window, looked at their figures going away, and prayed silently for their safety.

Time passed quietly, and Naanman began to get used to this relatively independent life. She was busy in the hut, organizing books, cleaning, and occasionally taking out the musical instrument for practice, and the melodious music echoed in the air. Gradually, these trivial things gave her a sense of peace.

However, just as she was immersed in this quiet life, the outside world was quietly changing. One evening, Naanman was admiring the afterglow of the sunset in front of the window when she suddenly heard a burst of hurried footsteps outside. She listened attentively and felt a little uneasy in her heart. Could it be that someone was visiting?

"Could it be that Gerlin and Freiza are back?" Naanman muttered to herself, and walked quickly to the door. She opened the door and saw a strange figure wearing a black cloak, with a blurred face, who seemed to be hiding some unspeakable secret.

"Who are you?" Naanman asked, her voice small but with a hint of vigilance.

The stranger raised his head slightly and said in a low, hoarse voice: "I came to see you, Naanman."

Her heart skipped a beat. "You know my name? Who are you?"

“It doesn’t matter. What matters is that I know the danger you are in.” The stranger approached, an elusive light flashing in his eyes.

Naanman felt a panic, "What on earth do you want to do?"

There was a sound of hurried footsteps outside the house. Gerlin and Fresa finally came back. As soon as they stepped into the door, they immediately noticed the strange atmosphere. "What happened?" Gerlin immediately walked towards Naanman and protected her behind him.

"I'm just here to warn her." The stranger didn't care and continued calmly. "Danger is approaching, you must be prepared to face it."

Freiza stared at the other person with a sharp gaze, "What kind of danger are you talking about? Who are you?"

"I am a messenger," the stranger's voice was as low as thunder on his forehead. "Under the calm surface, countless fluctuations are lurking, and you are just a pawn in it. Leave here, leave this land, this is your only choice."

"Don't trust him, Naanman," Gerling warned. "Let's go back first." He turned to the stranger and said firmly, "You have a problem. You seem to have no sincerity. Please leave."

"Time is of the essence," the stranger responded coldly, "You may not believe it, but when darkness falls, you will understand how true my words are. It will happen soon."

"Excuse me, we don't need your warning." Freiza began to move forward, ready to drive the stranger out.

"Wait a minute!" Naanman stopped Fresa with a determined look. Although she was afraid, she also wanted to find out more truth. "I want to hear what he wants to say."

Suddenly, there was a loud noise outside the house, as if the sky was falling and the earth was splitting, causing the whole house to tremble slightly. The stranger looked at them with a little smugness, as if he had expected all this. "You don't have much time left. The choice is in your hands."

At this time, the whole room fell into silence, and Naanman's heartbeat became clearer and clearer. The stranger in front of her was like a blind door, behind which was an unknown darkness. She gritted her teeth and made up her mind: "I have to find out what secrets are hidden here."