The Embers of King's Teyvat Journey

Now He was actually nodding at them, which the Black Knife members found hard to believe.

"We've arrived." In a daze, the black-clad warriors suddenly realized that the golden plains had vanished, replaced by endless buildings and towering city walls on the horizon—the royal city of Rodel had arrived.

"Go and rest. You can go to the Round Table Hall tomorrow." The Fire Keeper reached out to touch Black Knife's shoulder, but when she realized she couldn't reach him, she secretly pulled her hand back.

"Yes!" The black-clad women nodded; they also had a lot to organize. There was a lot, and it would take time.

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The sun rose as usual, and early the next morning, the Black Knives set off for the Round Table Hall.

A delay of one day is already the limit, not to mention they also bear the orders of the embers.

Soon, they arrived at the Round Table Hall. Despite it being early morning, the Round Table Hall was incredibly busy, with many matters awaiting attention.

"Let's go upstairs." With a flash of golden light, Godwin emerged from the specks of golden light.

"Hmm." After giving a brief reply, Black Knife followed Godwin upstairs to the second floor.

Upon entering the second floor, Black Knife found a large group of people gathered around a huge round table. It seemed everyone was still quite concerned about Ember's condition.

"The king is well. This is information from that world, and I'm handing it over to you." Black Knife glanced at it, said briefly, and then placed a stack of documents on the round table.

"In addition, this is a letter from the King to you." After saying that, a stack of envelopes appeared in Black Knife's hand.

Then, in the next moment, the envelopes appeared in front of everyone. In the end, only one letter remained on the table.

Just as everyone was wondering, Alto took the letter and walked up to the Supreme Will.

"And mine too?" The Supreme Will, who had been standing there, raised an eyebrow; this was something he hadn't expected.

“The king said, please don’t covet this land, it makes you seem petty.” Aletto delivered the letter to the Supreme Will.

The latter, however, simply unveiled it and began to read it as if no one else was around.

At the same time, the atmosphere in the round table hall became heavy. Those words, coupled with the Supreme Will's recent actions, had practically revealed His identity.

"Crunch, crunch!" Ge Fulei looked at the Supreme Will with a smile on its face in the distance, clenched his huge fist, and made a series of extremely loud grinding sounds.

Marika was truly dead; her soul was annihilated, and her body transformed into sword blades. In the final moments, Ember had no other power to save Marika.

And the one who caused all of this was the fellow who was quietly reading the letter by the furnace wall not far away.

“Roar…” Serlosh appeared from behind Gofulei, placing his beastly paws on Gofulei’s shoulder and letting out a soft roar.

Serhius the Lion, formerly known as Govre, was the first king. In order to fulfill his responsibilities as king, he took on the role of the prime minister beast.

Govre became king because of his strength. But he had nothing but strength. A king cannot have only strength.

Serlos's duty was to suppress Govre's fighting spirit, maintain his rationality, and assist him in handling the king's affairs.

Of course, now Serlos is more about reasoning with others on behalf of Gevrey to prevent Gevrey from being deceived.

For Ge Fulei, a man whose mind is only focused on fighting, his first reaction to anything is to fight first and think about the consequences later.

Therefore, Serlosh has a long way to go to ensure that the floor of the royal city is not overturned.

“I understand.” Gefulei took a few deep breaths and patted Serlosh’s paw with his muscular arm.

"Good that you understand, you've made some progress." The Supreme Will finished reading the letter; it was all nonsense.

He carefully put away the letter, and his supreme will swept across the round table, his expression a mixture of suspicion, shock, and apprehension.

"The king also said, thank you." Seeing the heavy atmosphere, Alto tried to ease the tension.

The Supreme Will is something on a completely different level from them. If you anger Him, perhaps only the Sun in the sky can challenge Him.

The Supreme Will nodded, then met the gazes from the group around the round table and smiled, "Don't look at me like that. I'm not as 'bad' as you think."

"I have never cared about any laws." As he spoke, the Supreme Will glanced at Malenia, Michaela, and Lani, all of whom were once qualified to usher in the next era.

They bore laws entirely different from those of gold. Even so, they were still chosen as candidates for the gods.

"If you can create better laws, I would be happy to replace the Golden Law."

"Ultimately, I just like order. If I were in charge, I would definitely add more."

"I only gave you a set of rules for operating all things. I didn't interfere at all with how to use them or how to explain them." After saying that, the Supreme Will fell silent.

This was the first time he had spoken so much since his birth. But that was enough; everyone's emotions had calmed down.

It's difficult for people to feel sustained anger towards an absolute will. Just like after a natural disaster, many people might occasionally curse the heavens, but few would harbor lasting hatred for the universe.

The supreme will, in a sense, is like that; it is more like the embodiment of the rules of this world.

"Has Lance Sanx arrived yet?" Black Knife broke the silence first; this stalemate was not a good thing.

“No.” Vic shook his head in the distance. Since his marriage, Lance Sanx had stayed in Famyazra and hadn’t come out.

This gave Vic a huge headache; it was as if he had done something wrong.

"Looks like I'll have to go see her. Next time, Wang specifically asked her to go."

Chapter 133 The Unconventional Lance Sanx

2023-08-28

Famyazra, the sky city of the borderlands. Rather than a city, it's more like a continent floating above the borderlands.

Inhabited here are ancient dragons, along with beasts and humans who worship them. As the race with the strongest average combat power in the borderlands, the ancient dragon race is also quite rare.

They do indeed need wild animals and humans to help manage such a large territory.

On a border clearing in Famyazra, a four-winged ancient dragon, several tens of meters long, was lying on the ground.

Despite the rubble scattered everywhere and the howling winds high in the sky, nothing could affect the pure white ancient dragon.

The scales of the ancient dragons were nearly immortal, and their lives were almost eternal. The scraping of the gravel and the tearing of the gale did nothing to Lance Sanx.

"Vic likes me, Vic doesn't like me, Vic likes me, Vic doesn't like me..."

On Lance Sanks’ enormous dragon claw, she held a Golden Wheel Grass, while her other dragon claw kept tearing at the petals of the Golden Wheel Grass.

Golden wheel grass looks very similar to sunflower. Although it does not produce seeds, it has a great many petals.

The sacredness contained in its petals is also an essential ingredient for making many potions and enchanting oils.

Lance Sanks held the Golden Wheel Grass in her hand, but the grass, the size of a human palm, looked like a tiny golden dot to her. Her enormous dragon eyes stared at the small Golden Wheel Grass, finding it utterly strange.

"Boom!" An even more violent gust of wind swept in, and then an ancient dragon, about the same size as Lance Sanx, flew to her side.

Franzanx – an ancient dragon known as the strongest rock, and also the younger brother of Lance Sanx.

Franzance holds a position almost akin to a clan chief among the ancient dragons, and he handles most of the interactions with other races.

As the high priest of the ancient dragon faith, Lance Sanx was responsible for teaching and answering prayers related to the dragon faith.

"You blew my Golden Wheel Grass away!" Lance Sanx saw his Golden Wheel Grass blown away by Fran Sanx and immediately got up and gave his brother a good beating.

"Do we grow Golden Wheel Grass here?" Franzx shook his head from the blow, but he didn't feel any pain. The ancient dragon's scales were quite tough.

"Are you stupid? Can't I buy it if it's not long?" Lance Sanx lay back down on the ground. Her marriage was blown away just like that.

"Oh." Franzx thought for a moment, and it seemed to be true. How did this store open so quickly? They even have Famyazra?

"Ah~" Lance Sanx yawned, then said, "What do you want? Are those little ones having trouble with prayers and want to ask me?"

"Ask you? You might as well just go to the library and look it up yourself," Franzsanx scoffed. Whenever a believer came to ask Lancesanx a question, he would stammer.

Then come the meaningless replies like "You already know how to do it" or "Just do it this way first, then this way and it will be fine."

Sometimes, if you press her too hard, you might even get beaten up.

"So you're here to sabotage your older sister, huh?" Lance Sanx's dragon eyes narrowed, revealing a dangerous glint in them.

"No, no, I was just looking at you, sis." Franz immediately took a few steps back; his older sister's hits really hurt.

"What could be wrong with me? I'm just reminiscing about my first love." Lance Sanx looked up into the distance, in the direction of Rodel.

Vic, once a potential king. Back then, she, Vic, and Vic's witch fought together for the throne of Elden.

The world was still in ruins back then, and the Golden Tree refused entry to everyone.

To enter the Golden Tree and become the true King of Elden, one must sacrifice one's witch to summon flames that burn away the thorns of the Golden Tree.

For the sake of his witch, Vic chose to be given the mad fire, hoping to use himself as the flame to protect her.

Many things happened afterward, which Lance Sanx doesn't want to recall. Basically, it involved a crazed Vic stubbornly protecting a corpse.

She herself wandered aimlessly near the capital.

Then Ember arrived, who is now the King. And then, we witnessed a miracle.

Lance Sanx shook her head. It was all in the past; why was she still dwelling on it? She adjusted her mindset and leaned closer to Fran Sanx, teasingly saying:

"How's it going with you and that Godwin? When are you going to invite your older sister to your wedding?"

Franz's dragon face immediately fell. "Sis, I've said it so many times, Godwin and I are just best friends."

"A close friend? A close friend is even closer to me than your older sister?" Lance Sanx scoffed. What Fran Sanx did for Godwin went far beyond the scope of a simple friendship.

When Godwin was assassinated on the night of the Black Knife, his destined death killed his soul but not his body.

The Golden Tree did not encounter this situation; it only bestowed physical favors upon Godwin. Ultimately, Godwin's body became a monster, neither human nor ghost.

Even so, Franzx still entered Godwin's body without hesitation and fought against death.

That was a battle she would not win, and by the time she discovered it, the "Strongest Rock" had already turned into a "Dead Dragon".

"Why bring up the past? I'm perfectly fine now, aren't I?" Franz said somewhat embarrassedly.

Looking back now, he was indeed a bit inconsiderate. With him gone, my older sister was truly all alone.

His lover went mad, his best friend died, and his brother turned into a monster. Famyazra was collapsing, his people scattered and fled, and his followers lost their minds. It's hard to imagine what Lance Sanks was thinking at that time.

"Alright, what's up with your older sister?" Lance Sanx didn't want to recall the past, so he asked.

"Black Knife is back."

"know."

"You don't care about news about the king?"

"There are plenty of people who care, what am I to them?"

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