"So, what exactly is going on?" The three sat on the ground as Brando asked, "Why are we suddenly going to Silver Bay? And what does this have to do with you, Menis? Didn't you return to Holy Silver Valley?"
The forest rustled softly. Gentle sunlight filtered through the branches, casting mottled patches of light across the lush meadow. Deep in the woods in the distance, a young deer warily raised its ears and looked over. At the forest's edge, several brightly colored mushrooms grew, while a ring-patterned snake coiled in the bushes.
Qian knelt beside Brando, gazing at the tranquil, languid afternoon scenery.
Menis smiled faintly without answering, handing the right to explain over to Charles. Charles also smiled and replied, "I simply had a sudden urge to seek out my former self. Your grandfather was so renowned, and as his attendant wizard, the name 'Charles' must have held many stories in the past. Of course, more importantly, Medisa and Miss Hypamira have both obtained inheritances of their own. I can't afford to fall behind them, can I?"
"What does that have to do with this?"
"Because every Spellweaver's source of power is connected to their experiences. Whether those experiences belong to others or themselves, the worlds they see during their travels become part of the rules they shape."
Seeing that Charles looked solemn rather than deceitful, Brando asked, "Then why Silver Bay?"
"I don't know. I only had a vague impression in my memories telling me that what I was looking for could be found there."
"And what was the result?"
Charles straightened up. "I really did find something interesting. I discovered that I studied under the Buga people as a child and lived in the Silver Bay region for quite a long time."
"You studied under the