Chapter 682

"No, he's just a mortal. How can he do anything on your wings? At best, get some poison or something. I can see it at a glance. " Gray shook his head slightly and denied her guess.

"I just think that your wings can remain active when they leave your body. It carries your strength. If we use some means when the wings return to you, maybe we can restore your strength."

Gray didn't sell off and just said what he thought.

Of course, Mary fisson's wings are not ordinary wings. Ordinary wings are directly necrotic when they are cut off. It's impossible to grow on her for more than ten years.

The wings of Mary Pherson can still remain active and move independently even after leaving her body for so many years. Among them, there is a lot of power of Mary Pherson, which makes it grow behind her back after leaving Mary Pherson.

"Restore strength!" Mary feisen raised her head in surprise and didn't want to take back her wings so urgently.

Compared with strength, waiting for a while is nothing. She needs this strength to protect the forest and Arlo.

With a box to put away her wings, gray smiled and said, "I'll study your strength and maybe make a breakthrough."

Falling from the sky together, Arlo greeted her, looked curiously at Mary fisson's back, and couldn't help asking, "fairy godmother, where are your wings?"

Didn't you say you went to get your own wings? Why are you still this pair of golden wings? The godmother's wings are black.

Or are the wings useless because they have been separated from their godmother for too long?

Questions kept coming to Arlo's mind, speculating about possibilities.

"With me, I want to see if I can help her recover her strength." Gray stepped on the soft grass, found a cool place to sit down and took out the box.

The glass cabinet in the box has been broken. The black wings rush through the box. It seems that they feel the box open and the wings fly out.

Gray calmly stretched out a finger and stopped the black wings. When the wings came outside the box, they turned into a pair of huge wings one or two meters high. They were still struggling to get out of his control.

"How beautiful!" Arlo came forward and gently stroked the wings. It felt like touching something soft and silky. It felt great.

Gray looked at Mary Pherson. Before he could speak, Mary Pherson seemed to understand what he meant and shook his head slightly. "I can't control it now, but I have a strong desire to let it back to my back."

"I think, although it has no thinking, it probably has such an instinct to be integrated with me again."

"The closer we get to each other, the stronger the desire and instinct." Mary fisson took a reluctant look at her wings. "I'll go to the forest and continue to study."

"Go and get Carlisle to prepare another bottle of medicine." Gray shouted in the back.

Carlisle had a deep research on the potion that made Mary feisen recover, and although the potion failed to awaken her strength, it also made her feel that with this wing as a lead, it might succeed.

But before that, let him see what miracles the wings have and can be separated from the main body and never die.

Mary fisson left here and flew to the mountain selected by Carlisle. She came to the small mountain. She found that Carlisle had built a tall two-story attic, which was made of vines. It was not big, but it had an elegant and close to nature charm.

She is now cultivating the surrounding land with magic vines, as if she plans to open up a piece of farmland.

Some elves are helping her to move some flowers and plants to other places.

Falling in front of her small attic, Mary fisson didn't bother. She's not in a hurry yet. Gray needs a lot of time to study his wings.

Carlisle saw her coming, stopped with a smile, turned and walked over. A set of vine tables and chairs were formed in front of her, and the green leaves on the vine shook with dew.

"Mary Pherson, have you got your wings back?" She asked. Although it was a question, her tone was very positive.

She knows Gray's strength. If the king goes back and makes him lose face, he must go to the castle to reason with him and get his wings back.

So there was only one result, nothing more than Stephen sent it or his majesty went to get it himself.

Mary fisson smiled and nodded. "It's back. Gray said there's my strength in my wings, which can help me recover my strength."

"I see. I'll prepare you a bottle of the best medicine." Carlisle clapped his chest and vowed.

"How do you..."

Carlisle raised his head proudly, flashed the light of wisdom from the corners of his eyes, and opened his mouth with unusual certainty.

"If you could direct your strength, you would have replaced these wings long ago, but you didn't, which means you still need something."

"Hum, the previous failures are not my medicine. Some of your feelings are proof.

Although my medicine can't directly restore your strength, it can strengthen your perception of your strength. Even if you insist on taking it, you may be able to restore your strength one day.

Now you have your own wings as a guide. If you add my medicine, the probability of success will be greatly increased. "

Mary feisen applauded and admired, "Carlisle, your wisdom is comparable to the sun in the sky. Please ask you for the medicine."

Carlisle's tail suddenly cocked up in the sky. She always flattered behind gray. Unexpectedly, she was flattered.

Mary fisson gave her enough face. Carlisle said she would prepare the materials immediately and she could get the medicine tomorrow.

Mary fisson was assured that she left contentedly and would not disturb Carlisle to continue to open up wasteland.

Carlisle's heart is really big, but she doesn't open up a large field directly, but opens up a small piece of farmland at regular intervals.

According to her plan, she will plant an independent magic medicine on each farmland, which will not affect other farmland.

And she will 'hire' elves to work for herself. The reward is food. Food and wine attract elves greatly.

Not elves, but for most elves, food and wine attract them.

"Thank you, Belle!" If she hadn't often started to cook for Belle, her current cooking might be a step away from being able to eat. After all, she used to have a title and was usually served.

Mary fisson left here and continued to fly into the forest.

By this time, she had reached the junction of light and darkness. She had no rejection of the darker forest. She flapped her wings and flew over.

Suddenly, Mary Pherson spread her wings in the air, and the wind stopped her.

Her eyes fell on the flowers in a tree below. On that tree, she saw three familiar figures. Although she hadn't seen them for many years, she obviously wouldn't forget any familiar elves. She knew them.