Academic gathering with Lich colleagues

“Well, those performers are still in the arena,” Lyle said, gesturing to the stunned elven guards. “They’re being protected by the leaves of that emerald tree and are currently unconscious.”

There's still hope, right?

It must be said that the Elven race's protective measures were prescient.

However, they probably won't dare to hold joint events with the liches again.

It's truly sad.

Chapter 386 During the Celebration

In the Wandering City, in the Elf District, beside the Elder Tree at the very center, there is a treehouse used by the Dream Elves to receive guests.

Hines, looking exhausted, entered the treehouse as the receptionist. He noticed a figure sitting beside him, whose face, which appeared to have aged, wore a gentle smile.

"May nature bless you, Your Highness Keira. The archery competition between Levisser and the Dream Elf has come to a perfect end amidst the cheers of the residents. Your rangers were all outstanding; they share many similarities with us elves, which was a delightful surprise."

Queen Levis smiled; the praise bestowed upon her people by a foreign tribe was as sweet as morning dew wine. The Levis's lifestyle was miraculously similar to that of the elves, and Kayla felt a certain affinity for this elven race; she presumably felt the same way.

"The success of this event is a result of our mutual openness, Mr. Hines. This is just a small event, and I believe we will have even more friendly exchanges in the future." In diplomacy, Kayla displayed the humility of an intelligent being.

But to everyone's surprise, Kayla's statement seemed to have touched a nerve with Hines. The middle-aged man, who was over six hundred years old, almost burst into tears because of the polite words of humans.

“Your Highness Kayla, you may not understand how fortunate I am to have achieved this small success.”

“We elves have just experienced a catastrophe. Eight elves are in a deep coma, and more than a dozen elven guards have gone mad. They now have to return to the dream world for solace and rest.” Hines’s dejection deepened, and he whispered, “I really shouldn’t have agreed when that scoundrel tried to get close to me…”

Levis is a land of rangers, and its leader, Kayla, possesses the exceptional hearing of a ranger. Although she heard every word Hines whispered, she decided to ignore it.

A brief silence fell over the room.

"Waaah..." A soft sob broke the silence, and to Kayla's surprise, the sound came from the wardrobe not far away.

A large green robe popped out of the wardrobe.

"Lord Irason!" Hines was so angry he forgot his honorifics when his elder was hiding in the reception room spying on guests. "What are you doing now!"

Irason cried even louder, though the dragon priest had no tears.

"It's all my fault. I got scolded because of my simple curiosity about meeting cute girls. The collaboration with Andrei was also because I approved the event because of my affinity for liches. I guess I'm just a useless elder who only makes things worse. Little Hines has even forgotten how to use honorifics."

"Waaaaahhhhhh."

"An unpopular, foolish elder like me should just join Brother Morokui's mutual aid group."

"Waaaaah."

With that, Irason rushed toward the door.

"Respected! Beautiful! Lively and lovely! Lady Irason!" Haynes roared, abandoning all manners of hospitality and personal dignity, and knelt on the ground.

This man has endured too much.

"Your Excellency Irason was not wrong! The collaboration with the Literature Club was my plan, and Irason's decision was correct. There were clearly other more reliable clubs, but I foolishly chose to believe that gentleman's nonsense! It was me who ruined Your Excellency Irason's expectations! It was me who let down my compatriots!"

"Please, my beloved Lord Irason, do not belittle yourself. You have always been the emerald tree we rely on!"

Hines burned out and turned gray.

Right by the gate, the Green Dragon Priest stopped in his tracks.

"Really?"

"real."

"Can I go play with my brother Moroki now? Are you done talking?"

"I &％^&$&$^..." Hines seemed to be rekindling her anger; this damned old woman showed absolutely no remorse.

He sighed, like a father helpless with a willful daughter. "Go ahead, and give my regards to Lord Morokui."

"Oh." Having received permission, the green dragon priest skipped to the door, then turned back again.

"I've healed the coma and the mentally damaged elf. I've also used druidic magic to control the plants to absorb that filthy flesh, so don't worry, Hines. I'm going to find my elder brother now and have him teach the Literature Club a lesson!" With that, Irason hummed an elven lullaby and left.

Kayla looked at Hines, who had been fully revived, and saw that his radiant appearance was completely different from before.

"Let's continue our conversation, Your Highness Kayla, about the future cultural exchanges and trade between our two peoples..."

Kayla maintained her smile and continued her pleasant conversation with Mr. Hines.

But I was torn about whether to continue with the plan to strengthen communication.

This elven tribe is a bit off-center, a bit... overly lively.

For the two human nations that have recently joined the City of Wanderings, there is an urgent need to develop their national strength, and the various races of the City of Wanderings are their opportunity for revival.

The Liviser side has already achieved remarkable results; their open and generous policies have always been a hallmark of their approachability, which makes Liviser very popular.

Meanwhile, in Deria, a rift was forming between grandfather and grandson, and the nation's militaristic mindset was undergoing painful transformation. Deria's situation was far worse.

Queen Lena Deria vowed to use her power to rebuild the nation and surpass her ancestors, and that was her thought the moment the knight's iron boots stepped into the heart of the Wandering City.

"Defenders of Drea! Walls of Drea! My warriors!"

"This celebration is the opportunity for our rise!"

"We need to establish friendly relations with all races! This is a war without gunfire! Our enemies are time and the poverty of our national treasury!"

We must defeat them!

"And you! As the pride of Derya! You must show our strength and perseverance! You are the face of the nation!"

"You must uphold Derya's dignity!"

The knights roared and declared their will to Her Majesty the Queen.

Benjamin stood in the legion commander's ranks, shouting his oath.

"My life and my mission are one; I will uphold the majesty of Derya!"

An hour later.

The Black Abyss Arena, the main arena for the Wandering Championship, is now bustling with activity.

The Black Abyss Demons did not resist the fiery enthusiasm of all races and opened the arena ahead of schedule, arranging the most intense and passionate team battles.

Benjamin, the defender of Deria's dignity, led his legion of defenders, laughing and shouting amidst the cheers of the demons.

"Brothers! Run over that stupid rock golem!"

"Brothers! Run over those idiot demons!"

"Brothers! Smash those trashy slimes!"

"Haha ...

"Deria! Defender! Number One!"

"I'm fucking awesome!"

Easter Egg Chapter: Light and Flame's Valentine's Day

At the last royal council in Morokyi, Carlos Dorgith summoned all the nobles of the capital and conveyed to them the insane, irresponsible, and foolish resolution.

"The age of Holy Light has arrived, and magic... cannot be extinguished in my hands." Carlos braced his hands on the table, the nobleman unable to see the king's expression. "Moroki will become the target of the Holy Light, and this nation will be engulfed in war until its demise. Unless..."

"Unless we run away..."

"Huh?" Several nobles stood up abruptly, looking at their king in astonishment. "You chose to run away! Where has your sense of responsibility gone! Where has your commitment gone!"

We were ready to fight to the death, why did Your Majesty flee!

Carlos coldly stared at the group of nobles. "A fight to the death? You think you can defeat the Crusaders? You think you can slay dragons? Those paladins are dragon slayers, and what are we? We are the dragon's kin, its vassals! What makes you think you can defeat them!"

The unprecedented crisis silenced the militant faction.

“But Your Majesty, how can a nation surrender before even engaging in battle? The glory of the Dorgit royal family, the splendor of Moroki…”

"Enough!" Carlos roared, silencing the conference room.

"He chose self-destruction and returned to the grave. Since he was willing to abandon Moroki, he obviously didn't care about that so-called glory."

"I wouldn't care..."

"But the people cannot suffer for this."

The nobles lowered their heads, unwilling to look at the king's face, assuming that it must be even more dejected than their own.

"How can subjects who have lost their king be happy..."

“They will, because you will find a new king.”

"Your Majesty, you..."

"I hereby declare the destruction of Morokyi. All magic will crumble along with this nation. You may dispose of the nobles and their fiefdoms as you see fit. Whether you submit to a neighboring country or establish your own kingdom, you will have lost your leader in magic, and the Crusaders will no longer be your enemies."

The nobles stared in disbelief at Carlos's cold eyes.

"Then Your Majesty, what... will you do?"

“I will tear my capital, Moonnafar, from the map. I will take the roots of this country, the magic of this country, and build a mobile city, a magical metropolis. I will abandon glory, abandon comfort, and delve into the mysteries.”

The ruler of a nation chose to relinquish power and everything else. As the part that was relinquished, the nobles felt a complex mix of emotions.

“Your Majesty Carlos.” ​​A nobleman removed his fur robe, kicked over his chair, and knelt before the last monarch. “You have bestowed everything upon the Doflamingo family, and now that you have relinquished everything, I too will relinquish everything you have granted. But please… accept my loyalty.”

"Let me and my family set foot in your city and become your citizens."

“Laroette Dovran…” Carlos looked at his kneeling subject, his body trembling with excitement.

The emergence of the first loyalist spurred the wavering nobles.

"The Diaz family also hopes to follow in your footsteps..."

"The same goes for the Lima family..."

And so, Carlos Dorgit and his followers transformed his capital, Moonnafar, into a mobile magical city.

A city of wandering.