CHAPTER 378: CHAPTER 199: THE FINAL JOURNEY (TRIPLE CHAPTER)

"No matter how you look at it, this is a guaranteed win-win deal."

He turned his head and glanced behind him, into the depths of the dark night.

"After all, it is the creator of the Glorious Era. Even if it’s just this current body, it is still the true master of this Elven Royal Court."

"Previously, when still in self-seal and slumber, it needed to remotely control the elders of the Elf Clan to carry out its will. But now, it is nearing full revival..."

"In its eyes at this moment, even if it allows us to meet, or even lets us conspire... the splashes we create could be easily wiped out by it."

Clearly discussing a topic closely related to himself.

Yet Shiayar’s voice remained calm, as though the person about to be deprived of self and body wasn’t him, but merely a trivial matter.

"Forget it, let’s not talk about this."

"Anyway, I’m not here today to plot an escape with you."

"If I really planned on discussing an escape, I wouldn’t choose such an open manner."

"Anyway, that being has promised me, once it restores its original rank, it will remold my body... I think the promise of the creator from the Glorious Era can be trusted."

He then smiled slightly.

And extended his hand toward Hathaway.

Behind Shiayar, a phantom-like, hazy door was slowly manifesting.

Bright sunlight poured through that ethereal door, spilling into the palace shrouded by the darkness of Eternal Night.

Also, illuminating the dim eyes of the Golden Elf.

"Although my time is running out, there’s still one last day."

"Let’s go."

"There are some things I’ve planned for a long time, and I want to show you."

...

At the moment Hathaway took Shiayar’s hand and crossed through that ethereal door.

Unparalleled light, like a tide, surged into her view.

What greeted her eyes were scenes she had only heard about in ancient books and the tomes of the Royal Court Great Library, only dared to imagine during the midnight dreams.

However, the world before her eyes was far more magnificent, a hundred times, a thousand times more glorious than the landscapes she had fantasized about in her dreams.

This was a bustling city.

The sky was bright blue and pure, adorned with a few white clouds.

Every now and then, piercing cries echoed, shadows of flying birds flitting across the azure sky.

And further in the high skies, a massive magical airship rotated its propellers, slowly cruising across the vault of heaven, momentarily obscuring the sunlight, casting a shadow over the city below.

However, the humans in the city shrouded by the airship’s shadow showed no hint of fear, instead, they were cheering towards the massive airship.

Hathaway looked at the enormous magical airship in the sky.

And then at the bustling, lively, prosperous city before her.

The dreamlike scene, like a tide, swept through her mind, leaving her momentarily confused, yet deep in her heart, she couldn’t help but feel an inevitable longing and yearning for the world before her.

"This city is named the Knowledge City—Lokiya."

"And today is the city’s festival that occurs every five years, ’The Arcane Festival.’

"From all corners of the Western Continent, different races, different ranks, yet all have chosen to become fellow wizards, gathering here whenever the Arcane Festival is held."

"They communicate with each other about the progress in the Arcane Arts of their respective schools and fields, showcasing the latest magical artifacts, extraordinary items, and magictech creations..."

"It’s a grand event for wizards, and also one of the most famous festivals across the Western Continent."

Shiayar held Hathaway’s hand, blending into the bustling, lively crowd.

...

"A humanoid bionic golem personally crafted by the legendary Dwarf Master Poppy of the Golem School, capable of battling 5th Order opponents, and can also warm your bed... starting bid at only fifty thousand Rhine gold coins..."

"The stall set up by the chief presenter of the Astrology School, capable of divining magic that can ask about astronomy and geography, down to inquiring about marriage and fortune, knows everything..."

The continuous voices around made Hathaway a little dazed.

"The Arcane Festival?"

Hathaway looked at the bustling places in the city, and at the flying ships floating above by magictech array, inquiring softly to Shiayar.

"You mean, this city is full of wizards who practice magic?"

"Saying it’s all wizards is a bit of an exaggeration."

"After all, you know, becoming a wizard not only requires a certain soul aptitude and element affinity, but every mage is a big spender... without family wealth, it’s generally unsustainable for the expenses of a witch apprentice."

"However, this entire city is indeed related to wizards and magic... that’s indeed true."

Shiayar and Hathaway stood side by side, gazing at the bustling city before them, replying.

"Wizards have a demand for all kinds of rare casting materials, and so the Knowledge City has adventurer groups who hunt and sell treasured spellcasting materials to wizards..."

"And adventurers need to train pet beasts, need to lodge and rest, need to drink and have fun, and they also get injured during expeditions that require healing... leading to pet beast training grounds, taverns, inns, white houses, weapons shops, and potion stores..."

"Even if they aren’t wizards and know nothing of the Arcane Arts..."

"It doesn’t prevent them from enjoying the festival and experiencing the beauty of the Arcane Festival."