"Who do I have to say goodbye to?" Eze asked. He watched Joey light the magic fireworks with confusion in his eyes.
Ripples rippled in the void, and the round mysterious object rose into the sky. Only the soul could hear the explosion. Everyone felt their heads shake, as if the dwarf had swung a hammer and given each of them a blow. Fortunately, he didn't dare to hit Joey, and Eze was protected by the ice.
But after the empty fireworks, the golden door opened out of nowhere, and he was the only one to step on the road paved with starlight.
"Everyone," the messenger replied, "Only you are leaving."
He was about to close the door as he spoke, and Ez was startled: "Wait!"
Joey said nothing and had no expression on his face, but he clearly conveyed the meaning of "What do you want to say again?"
"Where's Uriel? He also gets training from Chloe."
Hearing this, the apprentice couldn't help but prick up his ears. He had gotten much information from Sauron, but a little more wouldn't hurt.
The envoy refused without permission, but with good reason: "He has never even passed the apprenticeship period, so why should he talk about further training?"
"But he lit the fire. The Tower of Sky is the best choice."
"choose?"
Eze was a little embarrassed, but he had to say it so bluntly. He had no choice but to lower his voice so that the envoy could hear it anyway: "I mean, Larson can help with the mentor matter. After all, he studied under Demosis, so it shouldn't be difficult for him to solve the problem of a newcomer now. These small privileges are very important to him. Such mystics always help.”
"Keep your privileges for yourself." Joey responded indifferently, "He has a mentor, right here."
Ez opened his mouth slightly in astonishment. He turned to look at Uriel, his eyes fixed on the messenger. "My lord, you are kidding, aren't you?"
Joey closed one door and opened another.
York and Painter stood behind him and exchanged glances. The apprentice was still confused. The former secretly made a "powerful" gesture and pointed at the envoy, with an extremely subtle expression mixed with a little sympathy.
A premonition that was definitely not a good one came to his mind, and the apprentice swallowed his saliva again.
The door was closed, and the young man watched the complex patterns on it light up one by one, and then gradually go out. This means that Eds Haynes has returned to the City of Clouds.
"Mr. Eds went back to the Tower of Sky?"
"The Ladder Magic never goes wrong."
I'm not asking this... The apprentice scratched the back of his head. He couldn't wait to ask Soren Gershon. It was too difficult to talk to Joey.
"Mr. Eds mentioned mentor, and going to Chloe? What's going on?"
Uriel's mind was a little confused. He felt that he probably had not recovered from the previous shock. What did Joey just say?
"Under normal circumstances, mystics who want to join the Crooi Tower must return to the main tower, which is the City of Floating Clouds, to register. There will be dedicated people there to arrange for you to either study or work." Joey replied, "We Better get out of here."
He turned around and left, ignoring the aftermath of Frostleaf Castle. York said quickly: "What about the girl?"
"Is there anyone alive here?"
"...Maybe there is." York couldn't help but look at the round tower next to him.
"Then their masters don't have to worry about you."
"But--"
Before the mercenary leader came out, Joey had already walked out of the door. The ice condensed into chains, replacing the smashed wheels. They twisted and pulled, and the gate of the city wall rumbled open.
Painter pushed him, and Uriel followed him in a daze. His mind was filled with Cecilia, Eze and Yotsuba, as well as Croita whom he had never met before, and Danlfien was left behind. It wasn't until York mentioned it that the apprentice remembered that the princess with the four-leaf collar came.
But Joey was right, it was not their turn to worry about the nobles. Of course there are attendants and servants in Frostleaf Castle, and the Swift Shadow Legion is responsible for security. As long as Duke Tracy comes back, someone will clean up the decadent mess of Four Leaf City.
The Necromancer was defeated, and the mystery in the city lost its magical power and would soon disappear.
Uriel couldn't think of anything else to note.
However, with the crisis in Yotsuye City resolved, where will he go next? Looking for a mystery? Explore Knox?
The apprentice followed Joey. "Why don't we go back to the Tower of Sky?"
He originally thought that the messenger would leave with Eze, and even prepared his farewell words, but now he was blocked by this sudden turn of events.
The City of Floating Clouds sounded like a magical city that was beyond common sense. Uriel really wanted to visit it.
"I am your mentor, Uriel."
The young messenger said: "This is Chloe's instruction. So I am going to Winnie Watts, and you have to follow me."
…
Tracy pulled the curtain, and the tassels became tangled, and she roughly pulled them apart.
The clouds in the sky outside the carriage formed a ring shape, and the air currents either tore these soft water vapor polymers apart or pushed them away. As a last resort, the starlight had no choice but to trace the outline of the shadow from the gaps.
But even so, she could still see that it was the signal fireworks of the Sky Tower, and Frostleaf Castle was already close at hand.
The chaos ends, too, with Chloe's help.
——Is there anything rarer than this?
"Maybe running trains is not useless." Tracy suddenly felt that building railroad tracks would be much more convenient. "Magic always causes headaches. That's how the mystics travel, after all."
"And if the base station is damaged, the ladder will be ineffective." Sitting opposite her was an old woman wearing a headscarf and a long skirt. Her fingers were thick and short, and her eyes were covered with deep marks. Her name was Ava, and she was Gavin and Danlfion's and even Fritz's wet nurse. Most people respect her.
"Same goes for trains."
Duke Yotsuba replied, "Things that rely on something to exist are like mistletoe attached to a tree trunk. Once it is separated from its host, it can only wither and die."
"Not quite, Your Majesty. The train and the tracks, they are one."
"Trees can survive without mistletoe, and they will live better. Mistletoe is too weak, and it has no life without attachment." Tracy whispered, lowering the curtains.
The carriage jolted and the road became rough. Even though the carriage was covered with silks and cotton cushions, the Duchess still felt unwell. She knew that this was not a tremor in her body, but concern about the condition of the land beneath her feet.
The Tower of Sky is not the home of the Kingdom. She thought to herself, is the Oath Keepers Alliance the only straw?
"I thought you would be more concerned about the undead."
Tracy came to her senses. "Of course I care." There was no change on her face at all.
"So what? I can't fly to Yotsuba City. What's more, our messenger was also very merciful this time, and took care of the undead for the sake of Danlfien -" She paused, " Besides counting casualties and aiding survivors, all I can do is speak in the streets and see how many stupid people are inspired."
"You are their lord." Nurse Ava said slowly. She frowned.
"Yes, it's such an honor."
"They love you, my lord."
"I also hope I can love them." The Lord of the South crossed his hands and put them on his knees. Her tone seemed to have nothing to do with her, but it also hinted at anxiety.
Four Leaf City is the territory of the Wiggins family. Its development is related to the prosperity and decline of the family. How could Tracy abandon it? It's just that this disaster started because of her son Gavin. The return of the dead seemed like dark clouds in the sky, and the bad news came one after another, almost making her breathless.
In the past, worrying about the kingdom's internal and external troubles has now become a much-desired focus. She knew that such avoidance would not help, but the Grand Duchess also knew that overworking would only cause more trouble.
The old woman consoled her: "Everything will be fine, Miss Tracy." She called the Grand Duchess by her original name.
"It's been too long." Duke Wiggins replied. "After the undead are raging, how many people are left in the city? The dead are farmers, workers and slaves, so the fields are uncultivated, the cloth is unsewed and the goods lose their value. … It’s like overnight going back to what it was like ten years ago.”
"The four-leaf collar prospers in your hands, sir, and you have the power to save it."
The Grand Duchess was silent for a moment, "Do I really have one?"
"There is no doubt." The old woman Ava said softly, "Your people have always believed this, and now is no exception."
