Chapter 518

Chapter 518 The Sacred Mountain of Kalunriel

In the capital of the Clock Tower, Mozwa.

Although it was deep winter, this city near the sea did not have snow. The sky remained gray, whether obscured by smoke and dust or due to the dim sunlight of winter.

The streets were filled with pedestrians wearing heavy coats. Among them were many mages and alchemists from the Magic Sequence, as well as staff members from various workshops around the city, including accountants, typists, warehouse managers, repair technicians, couriers, and more.

Compared to other parts of the Ivar World, Mozwawas, the former capital of Rourna, seemed more like a city from the Renaissance era. However, unlike the emphasis on humanities and sciences, here there truly existed extraordinary magic and various wondrous alchemical creations.

Giant airships flying through the sky, heavy motor vehicles on the streets, the glowing engravings on shop facades, the rhythmic clacking of typewriters in small shops, and the mechanical guns carried by patrol officers all showcased a distinctly different flair compared to the former Earth civilization.

On a street near the edge of the city, a person dressed in a black overcoat and wearing a礼帽 walked silently, their boots splashing lightly in shallow puddles, the sound echoing in the alley.

After turning several corners, they arrived at the entrance of a café.

The front door of the café was a revolving metal door, but it had large glass panels set into it. The frame was painted black, giving it an artistic touch that suited the café’s ambiance.

The black-clothed person took out a small dark gold card from their pocket and placed it in a recess on the wall beside the door. A glow of magic flowed along the intricate patterns on the card into the recess, and the door made a soft sound before the person pushed it open.

Unlike typical cafes, this one only served members, so the number of guests was minimal. After the black-clothed person entered, only three others were present, seated at two tables. Two of them were engaged in quiet conversation, which could be ignored. The black-clothed person walked directly to another table where someone was waiting for them.

“You’re here.” Sitting at a mahogany table was a man in neat attire, his collar fastened with metal buttons and a white silk scarf. He was looking at the guest entering the café.

“Uh-huh.” The black-clothed person gave a brief reply before sitting opposite.

They removed their hat.

Shaking off some of the water droplets, he placed it aside, revealing long gray hair under the hat. The face was neither clearly male nor female; it was beautiful at first glance but appeared ordinary upon closer inspection. If one spent more time with this person, they would find themselves gradually forgetting about them.

“The adults in the South were very satisfied with you, even those two princes praised your achievements.”

“Mm.” The response was brief, as if indifferent to such praise.

“A new mission has come down, this time to the holy mountain of Cullernriel in the Northern Region.”

“What’s the matter?”

“Help Bishop Xibis become the Pope. He doesn’t like Clancia.”

“Just that?”

“Yes.” After a moment’s thought, the man continued.

“Don’t reveal your identity, even if exposed, make it seem not to be us.”

“I understand.” The gray-haired figure nodded.

The man across from him, looking at the gender-ambiguous gray-haired figure, tapped his fingers lightly for a long while.

“Do you need any help?”

“Perhaps.” The response was dismissive.

“Haha, although you are confident, the organization also knows that this mission is not easy. Here are alternative means.”

“If it fails, directly eliminate the other competitors.”

After saying that, the man clapped his hands. The two other guests in the café suddenly stopped talking, picked up their briefcases, and walked over to place them on the table before returning to their seats as if nothing had happened.

The man opened the case, inside was a transparent bottle embedded in velvet, floating within it was a tear-shaped gem encircled by black and white metals.

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A voice came from behind.

“The title of that witch was the Salt Witch; she died a thousand years ago in a secret crackdown by the Church.”

The man in black nodded slightly and pushed open the revolving iron door, stepping out of the cafe.

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Emanas, Temple Academy.

A group of people, including two teachers and eight students, climbed onto the back of a white dragon, sitting on the saddle. With the dragon flapping its wings, they felt a push from behind and ascended directly into the sky.

This Flame Dragon from the Holy Land was a Sequence 7 existence, not very old, and had a somewhat gentle disposition, making it suitable for transporting students between the Holy Land and Emanas.

High in the air, the cold wind was biting.

A faint halo appeared around the dragon, dispelling the howling cold wind and currents, allowing the group to feel more comfortable.

For many of the students, riding a dragon was a new and exciting experience. They curiously watched the dragon’s back, sometimes wanting to reach out and touch its white scales.

But a few of them restrained their curiosity. After all, upsetting this dragon would not be pleasant. Moreover, as exchange students, they also had to consider the reputation of the school and could not act as casually as they did at home.

After flying for half a day, when dusk approached, mountain ridges and peaks began to appear in the distance.

The dragon flew through the mountains, where towering palaces and churches stood between the peaks. Stone steps extended along the mountain paths, and every so often, tall torches illuminated the roads below.

People dressed in various colors walked on the mountain paths, hiking and occasionally praying, murmuring words.

The Flame Dragon tilted its wings, changing direction before a high mountain, then gradually slowing down and landing on a flat area halfway up the slope.

Ingrid led the way, jumping off the dragon’s saddle, followed by the other students.

Although they were about five to six meters above the ground, these students were Extraordinary Beings and naturally wouldn’t be injured.

Lolan Hill also landed on the flat area. In front of her was a large palace partly embedded in the mountain, and behind her was a vast abyss over a hundred meters wide, with deep valleys below, containing some scattered rocks and small trees.

On the half-mountain slope, snow-covered trees were scattered, and parts of some palaces and platforms were faintly visible in the valley.

(The End of Chapter)