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"My lord, the magic array you left in the temple was for..." Outside the Heavenly Veil Beast, Zhao Xin was still troubled by his inability to save those who had turned into Yakshas.

"It's meant to allow Venus to successfully merge with her fragmented soul. How can she be beautiful if her soul isn't complete?" Rosso said he couldn't save her, but he still left enough soul power in Venus's temple to stabilize her incomplete soul and ensure that she could successfully merge with it after finding her lost soul.

"Time to find those little guys, they're having a great time." After telling Zhao Xin their next destination, Rosso led him towards the location of the Yordles.

The Misty Mountains on the border of the Perus Empire. Three short figures are holding a "strategic meeting," if it can even be called a meeting, in a clearing overgrown with ferns.

"The arrangement of the mushrooms tells me there are traces of civilization on the left!" Timo said, clutching a blowgun in one hand and a roll of blueprints in the other, his shrill voice echoing through the deserted mountains.

The scout's backpack on his back was bulging, filled with various mushroom samples collected over the past few days—glowing blue-capped mushrooms, spotted red-capped mushrooms, and slightly wriggling fluorescent lichens.

Several of them were flashing rhythmically; those were his distinctive Yordle magic marks.

Tristana slammed her "Boom" heavily onto the ground, sparks flying as the metal base collided with the rocks.

"Your mushroom said 'there's a honey cake on the right' last time, but all we found was a swarm of angry giant bees! This time, listen to me, Teemo, choose that way!" She pointed east, "We can see a large-scale fire."

"Oh! There are shiny butterflies over there!" Lulu floated in the air, Pixar circling around her. "I suggest we catch them!"

"Lulu, we're looking for a human town, not a butterfly paradise." Tristana sighed; this little fairy's focus was always so strange.

Just as the three were locked in a stalemate, the sound of metal scraping and heavy footsteps approached.

A twelve-man armored squad appeared on the mountain path. The armor was engraved with an eight-leaf shield emblem, the very emblem of the Perus Empire.

One of them held a halberd, while the other soldiers either held swords and shields or carried crossbows; their movements revealed signs of training.

Teemo instantly entered battle mode, his finger already on the blowgun; Tristana aimed her cannon at her captain's shield.

Only Lulu, with a curious expression, approached the armor of a young soldier and gently tapped it with her wand.

"It's sparkly!"

With a bang, the soldier's armor transformed into many colorful butterflies, fluttering their wings and scattering away.

This tactic startled the rest of the group, who shouted in panic, "There's a mage! Be careful!"

"Wait." The captain raised his hand to stop his subordinates' panic.

Having dealt with enemy mages on the battlefield for a long time, he could sense that this magic was not the kind that could kill, and he did not feel any malice from these three small creatures.

They were vastly different from humans, with long ears like elves, and short in stature, yet unlike the sturdy build of dwarves. He truly couldn't discern what race they were.

"What are you? Where did you come from?"

Despite the language barrier, thanks to the unique nature of the Yordles, Teemo and his companions were able to understand what the soldiers were trying to say.

However, their explanations sounded like mere chatter to the soldiers. Timo keenly noticed this.

So he began to scribble on the drawings in his hand, trying to depict their origins.

After some scribbling and gesturing, the captain finally managed to understand a little bit, realizing that these three creatures were travelers who had arrived in the Perus Empire from an unknown continent using magic.

Having figured this out, the captain said he would take them back to the city of the Empire.

According to imperial law, anyone within the imperial territory must register.

Several days later, in a city in the Perus Empire.

The magnificent city walls were hundreds of feet high, with watchtowers set up at intervals along the walls, and the imperial flags flying from the tops of the towers.

"Wow..." Driven by curiosity, Tristana kept shaking her head, wanting to take in everything in the city.

Timo's nose twitched incessantly: "Stone dust, rust, horse manure, toast, molten metal... at least three hundred smells. There are seventeen people watching us in the shadows." His instincts told him to find cover immediately, but reason told him that staying calm was more important at this moment.

Lulu was completely captivated by a small jewelry stall on the street. If Tristana hadn't been holding onto the hood of her cloak, she would have flown over and turned the whole stall into a candy paradise.

The citizens cast curious glances at this unusual group.

They were taken to a place that looked like a magical research facility. Mages dressed in the imperial uniform robes hurried to and fro, and the air was filled with the mixed smells of parchment and potions.

An elderly man with a beard long enough to be tucked into his belt greeted them.

"Yordles... are not recorded in any ancient texts." Through magic, the old man finally understood the three little ones' language.

While consulting the information, she glanced at the three young visitors and asked, "You said you're from Bandle City? What's that? How do you get there?"

"Through magic doors! Sometimes it's a tree hollow, sometimes a wardrobe, and once it was Tristana's cannon barrel!" Lulu explained excitedly.

Tristana coughed awkwardly. "That was an accident."

Timo, however, was more focused on the practical question: "Sir, now that we've registered, may we leave?"

A seemingly amiable smile appeared on Aurus's wrinkled face as he waved his long sleeves. "Of course, the initial registration is complete. You are free to leave. Grayrock City may not be large, but there are inns and markets. Good luck, unfamiliar Yordle."

After the three Yordles left, he beckoned to a soldier waiting nearby and whispered in his ear, "Follow them! I need to know their every move, especially how they try to contact their homeland, or any conversations that mention the specific location of 'Bandle City'."

After the soldiers left, the old man stroked his beard, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his eyes.

"An unknown race... Yordles. We must report this immediately; this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!"

The old man returned to his room, quickly took out paper and pen, and began to write a letter:

"Your Majesty the Emperor:

In the year 90 of the Arad calendar, Oulus Vitus, the head of the Grayrock City Mage Outpost, discovered and came into contact with an intelligent race that had never been previously recorded, within the Misty Mountains region on the border of the Empire.

They call themselves "Yordles" and come from an unknown region called "Bandle City".

Preliminary observations suggest that while individuals of this race are small in stature, they possess unique magical talents and unrecorded weaponry. Their social structure and level of civilization are unclear, but their mentioned method of inter-regional movement appears to involve advanced magic.

This discovery is of great significance and may provide an excellent opportunity for our Perus Empire to expand into new territories and acquire unknown resources and technologies.

I have taken cautious measures and sent people to closely monitor his movements, hoping to follow the clues and find out the exact location of his hometown, "Bandle City," and related information.

Once reliable coordinates and intelligence are obtained, I humbly request Your Majesty to dispatch an elite legion, under my guidance, to this unknown land. With the might of the Empire's military, it will surely be incorporated into Your Majesty's territory, allowing the Empire's glory to shine upon a realm never before reached!

Your subject, Aulus Vitus, awaits Your Majesty's judgment.

After writing the letter, Aurus caught a bird, placed the letter in a container on the bird's foot, and sealed it with a secret seal that only high-ranking officials of the Imperial Intelligence Department could unseal.

After releasing the carrier pigeons, Aurus gazed into the distance, his face beaming with excitement: "I can finally leave this awful place!"

At this time, the three Yordles had not yet left the city gate.

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