Starry Sky Railway: Opening Performance - Taixu Sword God

Chapter 814 Let's have a drink with the seniors first.

……

Liumeng Reef.

Before the three small tombstones, Huang Quan stands here, offering prayers for the three nameless departed souls.

Three bunches of white flowers were placed in front of three blank steles.

"When I came here, I happened to see a child holding it."

Huang Quan looked at the stone tablet:

"He said that the flowers were prepared by Aunt Triss for [the watchmaker], and for his comrade-in-arms whom he had missed his whole life."

“Mikhail places two bouquets of flowers here every year.”

"After he left, it became three bundles."

Huang Quan's gaze was deep and unfathomable.

"Your wish has always been remembered."

She turned slightly to look at the towering garden not far away, and the inverted Pinocchio Theatre on the garden.

In this darkness, the theater radiates a tranquil glow like the moon, illuminating the entire dreamscape.

"Now, just as you expected, Pinocone has ushered in the dawn after a long night."

"The road ahead may not be smooth, but people are ready to move towards [freedom]."

Huang Quan's gaze slowly fell upon one of the stone tablets, and he said in a deep voice:

"Tirnan, you can go home now."

"And the nameless travelers of the future will further lengthen the journey you were unable to complete..."

"Oh? What are you still doing here?"

A weathered-looking man slowly walked up behind Huang Quan and asked:

"Aren't you planning to go aboard that airship and attend the victor's ceremony?"

Huang Quan shook his head:

"That place isn't right for me."

"Besides... my initial reason for coming to Pinocchio was not to attend a party."

The girl turned around and just then received a glass of wine from Gallagher.

“Here you go.” Gallagher held out his hand, swirling the liquid in the glass.

"[The spirit of pioneering] should include you."

"Thanks."

Huang Quan took the drink, sipped it slightly, and swallowed it.

“Very good taste.”

Gallagher took another mixed drink, sipped it himself, and looked up at the night sky:

"Yes... I am grateful for the pioneering spirit."

"Otherwise, we wouldn't have the chance to drink in this city."

Huang Quan stared at Gallagher and asked:

"Mr. Gallagher, what are your plans for the future?"

"I don't have any plans."

The bearded man shrugged.

"Logically speaking, I should have disappeared."

"After all, my 'fiction' has already been seen through by that winged kid."

"But I'm still standing here."

"In other words... someone rewrote something."

Gallagher smiled faintly:

"Perhaps it is the power of the command, or perhaps it is a small magic trick."

"But that's why I can continue to exist."

"At least I can chat with Mika and Shuweng, and watch over that illusory dream..."

Beside the two, three stone tablets lay quietly on the ground.

Unlike the hustle and bustle of a dream, Liumeng Reef is much quieter, so quiet that few people disturb the three stone tablets.

After a period of quiet waiting, they finally received a group of people.

"It's all your fault, ahh ...

March 7th rode on Yan Huan's back, clenching his fists and vigorously rubbing Yan Huan's temples:

"Now that we haven't caught either the fireworks or Sunday, Mr. Otti is getting impatient."

"Fortunately, Miss Robin let us leave first."

Seeing the train crew approaching, Gallagher slowly turned around and asked:

"Oh? You've arrived already?"

"The fireworks for the [Harmonious Music Ceremony] haven't been set off yet, have they?"

"It can't be released anytime soon," Himeko said with a faint smile.

"So, we'll come over here first."

Gallagher nodded slightly.

Huang Quan looked at everyone and nodded slightly in acknowledgment.

With the disaster at Pinocchio over, as an unnamed passenger on the Star Train, it was only natural to pay respects at the monument of his predecessor.

Yan Huan put her hands in her pockets, leaned back, and March 7 slid off her back.

After regaining his footing, the latter didn't bother arguing with Yan Huan. Instead, he looked ahead, slowly took a step, and arrived in front of the three stone tablets, sighing:

"To be honest, I was quite surprised when I first heard the train conductor's request."

"The nameless guest, the nameless guest..."

"The pioneers never leave their names when they do good deeds, and so much time has passed. How can we find the whereabouts of the three predecessors in such a large city as Pinocchio?"

On March 7th, I stared at the blank stele in the very center:

"But now it seems... in the [Land of Dreams], anything is indeed possible."

Looking at the three stone tablets, Dan Heng also spoke:

History may not record the names of the dead, but the stars will bear witness to their footsteps.

"The first ray of light when the night is long often cannot illuminate anything, because it is fleeting and the night is too long."

He slowly raised his head and looked at the twelve dreamscapes in the sky.

"But people will remember that if there is always something to light up in the night sky, then after the first star falls... there will be countless shooting stars streaking across the sky."

Behind them, Gallagher brought out a small cart and handed out the mixed drinks served on it to the nameless guests one by one.

Then he placed the three cups of "The Will to Explore" in front of the three stone tablets.

Dan Heng, representing the most cultured group, raised his wine glass and, together with Yan Huan, San Yueqi, Walter, and Ji Zi, nodded in greeting:

"Boreklin Tirnan, Lazarina Jane Estella, Ragwalker Charles Mikhail, I salute you, pioneers of the Silver Rail—"

"A tribute to history that is no longer silent, to the passionate and courageous journey, and to the journey to the stars."

"This young man is quite cultured," Gallagher remarked after the train crew finished their drinks.

"This year, it's finally not just a few familiar faces here anymore."

"If that old man knew down there, he would be very happy."

Walter also laughed:

“Not just this year, but every year from now on, we will come here.”

"It's not time for farewell speeches yet!" Suddenly, Yan Huan put down her wine glass and shouted.

"Our exploration is far from over."

"I can feel this planet calling to me; it needs me!"

Dan Heng shook his head and looked at Yan Huan:

"[Pioneering] can point people in the right direction, but the fate of a world must ultimately be returned to those who belong to it."

“If there is excessive intervention, we may end up repeating the old mistakes of [order].

Yan Huan held her arms in her lap:

"This is after-sales service."

March 7th sighed, gazing wistfully at the tranquil night sky:

"...I have a feeling that Mr. Mikhail must really want to witness this day."

Under the night sky, thoughts swirled on March 7th.

“They were young once too, and they stumbled and struggled just like us.”

"Partners, rivals, journeys, adventures, all the sad and happy memories..."

“They experienced the same things we are used to every day.”

"But those things... are all in the past."