CHAPTER 379: CHAPTER 199: THE FINAL JOURNEY (TRIPLE CHAPTER)

Wham—

A commotion suddenly arose in the distance, seemingly due to the arrival of a legendary mage, attracting the gaze of countless people in Knowledge City Lokiya.

What followed was a dense flow of people.

Shiayar and Hathaway, to evade the crowded flow of people, casually found a shop on the roadside and walked in.

This seemed to be a shop selling magic staffs.

Rows of slender wooden magic staffs were placed on the wall shelves.

The Golden Elf rose on her tiptoes and casually picked up one from the shelf, holding it in her hands, observing it curiously.

With her current rank, she could naturally see that this wooden magic staff had the power to amplify spell potency and possessed auxiliary functions to accelerate spell chanting and spell model construction.

However, given the forbidden spells the Golden Elf mastered and the "High-Speed Divine Words" technique, they had long surpassed the capabilities of this little staff, providing no practical benefit to her.

Yet, considering Shiayar’s rank, he too had reached the point where he no longer needed a staff to cast spells.

But Hathaway remembered distinctly that when the two first met in the Astral Realm, he specifically pulled out a staff and cast a First Circle "Fluorescent Flash."

He claimed it was for the so-called ritual of a wizard.

"Fifteen inches, elder wood."

"The core is... the feather from the tail of Yeqi."

The old shopkeeper stood up from behind the counter, glancing at the magic wand, then at Hathaway, his gaze pausing for a moment on the long ears intermittently visible among Hathaway’s golden hair.

"Half-elf?"

"Yes."

Hathaway hesitated, nodding her head.

She wasn’t a half-elf, but a pureblood Golden Elf, though pureblood elves were nearly extinct, most people didn’t know the difference, and she felt no need to explain.

"That staff is exclusive to the Necromancy School... If you’re a half-elf adept at elemental or nature spells, I’d recommend this one."

"Eleven inches, holly, phoenix feather core..."

"Thank you very much for your kindness, but no need, I’m just taking a casual look."

Hathaway politely thanked the shopkeeper and placed the magic wand back on the shelf.

Then, she put her hand back into Shiayar’s palm, following him out of the shop.

On the street, the previous bustling crowd had already dispersed.

Even in the Western Continent, this was a rare good weather, the sun shone the green shade beside the street into a translucent state, countless fiery red maple leaves fell with the wind.

Moreover, for Hathaway, who had spent almost her entire life confined on the Lost Island, never seeing the outside world.

This city was very, very large.

And Hathaway just walked aimlessly with Shiayar through the city, visiting various stalls and shops of the Arcane Arts Festival along the way.

She bought a candied fruit stick from a street vendor, which Shiayar had mentioned before but she never had the chance to actually see.

Also, they caught a few stuffed toys together using an entertainment facility that utilized magic conductor apparatus, where mechanical claws could be controlled with joysticks at a game center.

They just kept strolling around the city.

With such weather, it was best to run aimlessly, without a destination.

By the time Shiayar and Hathaway finally stopped, it was already dusk.

The lively stalls from the daytime had all packed up, and the tourists, busy after a day of enjoying the Arcane Arts Festival, also began to leave one by one.

The city, once buzzing with activity, returned to a brief silence.

The fiery red glow from the horizon bathed Shiayar and Hathaway, their shadows in the sunset stretched infinitely.

"How do you feel?"

"About today’s journey, and this world before your eyes."

Shiayar, with the stuffed toys Hathaway caught earlier still in his hands, spoke softly.

"It’s beautiful, even more beautiful than the world outside I imagined from the fragments of ancient texts."

Hathaway lowered her head slightly: "It’s just that, because it’s so beautiful, it feels so unattainable."

She gently turned her head, looking back at the city behind them.

The setting sun gradually withdrew its afterglow from the city, and soon, night would once again cloak over the Knowledge City, similar to the Lost Island, signaling the end of this day.

Yet, unlike the Lost Island, none of this city’s residents would panic over the arrival of night.

Because everyone knew—

Tomorrow, the sun would rise as usual.

"Is that so?"

"Then I’m satisfied."

Shiayar’s words carried a twinge of satisfaction.

The two continued to walk aimlessly; Hathaway didn’t know where Shiayar was headed, but she kept following him.

"This city, this world."

She opened her mouth, hesitated for a long time, and finally spoke again: "Is it truly existent in the Western Continent?"

Hathaway could clearly tell that the city before them, this world, was not truly existent.

Shiayar didn’t have the capability to actually relocate an entire human city into the Lost Island.

This was merely an illusion created using Illusion Technique.

An illusion so beautiful it made people want to indulge in it forever.

Yet, with such intricate and nearly strict details, and an entire complete city scene... Heaven knows how Shiayar managed to create an illusion so lifelike.

"How should I put it..."

Shiayar pondered.

"This isn’t the scenery currently existing on the Western Continent, where the human civilization is only just enlightened and far from reaching such a prosperous level."