Chapter 75: The Observations of the Saint-Todd Delegation
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Chapter 75: The Observations of the Saint-Todd Delegation
"This is the capital of Keville, Willis City? Truly magnificent and awe-inspiring!"
Gold, bearing the Five-Nation Emissary Seal, sat atop his unicorn horse, gazing at the distant city. His eyes lingered for a long time on the Ringed Magic Tower at its heart.
His ears were pointed, and his snow-white hair was neatly tied back with a silver hairband, giving him an exceptionally dignified and heroic air. Beneath his handsome face, his eyes shone with wisdom and calm.
He was one of the long-lived elves, the race most favored by the God of Life.
"Legend has it that if the Azarea Continent were to face an apocalyptic disaster, Willis would be the last city to fall. I wonder if that’s just the boastings of bookworms?"
Walton, a battle master from the Temple of War with strength rivaling a Grand Archmage, sneered.
In Keville, most mages looked down on warriors, whom they saw as muscle-brained brutes.
Little did they know that in the preaching zone of the God of War, warriors likewise scorned mages—bookish fools whose spells took so long to cast that the battle would already be over by the time they were ready.
"Watch your words!" Gold chided in a low voice.
After all, there were Keville mages in the delegation responsible for guiding them!
Indeed, the Keville mage leading the delegation had already turned his head, his gaze icy.
"Hmph!" Walton snorted but ultimately refrained from further provocation.
It was strange. Saint-Todd and Keville were not directly adjacent, separated instead by the sprawling Auto Mountains. There had been no large-scale wars between them in nearly three hundred years.
Yet the relationship between the two nations remained tense.
This was evident from the moment the Saint-Todd delegation crossed the border—specialized mages had been assigned to escort and monitor them, ensuring they did not stop at any city along the way.
Without pause, the delegation, under the guidance of the Keville mages, entered the territory of Willis City.
Even before they drew near, Gold’s eyes flickered with unmistakable surprise.
Under the rule of a bitter winter, the fields outside Willis City were covered in vast stretches of green, a stark contrast to the withered, gray-brown forests further away.
From a distance, Gold had not been surprised—he had assumed it was the work of magic plants and privately marveled at the City of Magic’s reputation.
But now, to his astonishment, he realized that this green was none other than black grain, a crop notoriously vulnerable to cold.
Had Willis grown so extravagant as to use Magic Towers to alter the temperature of its surrounding lands?
No, that couldn’t be—the ambient temperature showed no noticeable change.
Could this be… a new variety?
Gold’s heart sank with unease.
As they approached the city gates, he could no longer contain his shock, his face openly displaying his bewilderment.
In truth, Gold’s credentials were impeccable. Bearing the Five-Nation Emissary Seal and representing the Saint-Todd United Nations on this diplomatic mission to Keville, he had lived for over six hundred years—longer than some minor deities—and had witnessed the rise and fall of countless civilizations.
Yet even he could not hide his astonishment now.
And if he was stunned, the unruly Walton was no better, his eyes wide as he gaped at the sights around him.
As for the rest of the delegation, their reactions were even more pronounced.
The gates of Willis City bustled with activity.
Farmers rushing to the city, boisterous mercenaries shouting orders, and mages in flowing robes whooshing past like the wind—at first glance, it didn’t seem much different from most imperial capitals.
But what shocked the Saint-Todd delegation was that nearly everyone here, rich or poor, had a floating screen hovering before them.
The screens came in bizarre and varied forms.
Some were no larger than a palm;
Some were shaped like scrolls;
Others formed rings that circled their heads.
Their colors were a riot of hues, and a quick glance revealed a jumble of content—images, text, and even moving pictures.
The people of Keville looked downright peculiar.
Some grinned foolishly at their screens;
Others scowled and cursed angrily;
Some, despite having no one around them, muttered to themselves like fools—yet no one around them found it strange.
Most baffling of all were those swaying their heads to strange music that seemed to come from nowhere.
After observing for a long while, Gold realized these screens seemed to function as magic artifacts, enabling real-time voice communication.
And even playing music.
Because he had seen with his own eyes a farmer, speaking in a thick dialect, telling his family he had arrived in Willis.
The sight left Gold utterly stunned.
What was this?
Magic artifacts?
Had Keville’s magic advanced to such an extent?
Even the lowliest farmers could enjoy its conveniences?
No—those weren’t magic artifacts. He sensed no trace of magical fluctuations.
Judging by the energy waves, this was unmistakably… divine techniques!
The Internet God!
Gold realized almost instantly whose divine techniques these were.
Was this the authority of the Internet God?
How bizarre!
Once inside the city, what met their eyes left Gold—and the entire Saint-Todd delegation—dumbfounded.
Willis’ main thoroughfare was wide, bustling, and teeming with people.
But that wasn’t the shocking part.
The shocking part was that the shops lining the streets were adorned with all manner of floating screens.
Their content was a riotous spectacle, dazzling and diverse.
Some simply displayed words like "Magic Artifacts" or "Inns & Taverns";
Others flickered with images of bronze goblets;
And some even showed alluring women!
A closer look revealed a shopkeeper behind each screen, maintaining it.
The sudden explosion of colors and motion left the Saint-Todd delegation utterly stupefied.
These were well-traveled individuals, accustomed to the customs of many lands.
Yet they had to admit—Willis had shaken them to their core.
It was the kind of revelation found in the smallest details!
"These are all part of the internet, divine techniques spread by the Internet God," the guiding mage said, slowing his horse to ride alongside Gold. With a meaningful tone, he added, "Not only can even illiterate farmers with no magical foundation use it to make voice calls with loved ones thousands of miles away, but they can also enjoy music and listen to divine melodies anytime."
Then, with deliberate provocation, he remarked, "I’ve heard that in your country, people spend their days either praying or working—how dreadfully dull! Even an execution by fire is treated as a grand festival. Is that true?"
Gold replied expressionlessly, "Excessive entertainment only corrupts character and faith. And over-reliance on divine techniques? If the gods abandon you, it will be your doom."
"Oh? Is that so?"
The guiding mage laughed heartily, snapping his fingers as a virtual screen instantly popped up before him. He tapped open the Library and said:
"You're absolutely right. That's why the Internet God has made knowledge of magic and Battle Aura public—even the divine techniques of the gods you worship. Unfortunately, it seems no one is willing to learn your divine techniques."
Gold and Walton stared at the densely packed cultivation knowledge displayed on the virtual screen, their pupils dilating in shock.
Gold replied with feigned calm, "A skilled poisoner always disguises poison as delicious, tempting food."
The guiding mage sneered, "Pity that some poisoners not only refuse to sweeten their poison but also make it unbearably pungent, as if afraid people won't recognize it as poison. And yet, they still try to force others—even entire groups—to swallow it."
"You—!"
Walton erupted in fury, his Battle Aura surging violently.
Gold pressed a hand on Walton's shoulder and said meaningfully, "A summer insect cannot speak of ice! Mere childish prattle—no need for anger."
The guiding mage's pupils contracted slightly.
This was an insult from a long-lived race, mocking his short lifespan and narrow perspective.
He smirked. "Can't even win an argument against a child? Did you spend the last few centuries living like a dog?"
The grip on Walton's shoulder tightened abruptly—then loosened again.
Whether it was from barely restrained fury or a signal for Walton to hold back was unclear.
Gold fell silent, his expression unreadable.
The guiding mage snorted coldly, spurred his horse, and trotted away in high spirits.
Damn it, how dare they call mages bookworms?
He’d curse them to death!
...
"Well said!"
Seated upon the divine throne in the Divine Palace, Yu Sheng'an observed the envoys of the Five Great Righteous Gods. Watching the guiding mage's eloquent speech, he couldn’t help but slam the table in admiration.
His excitement seemed to ripple outward.
Suddenly, his expression froze. Startled, he grabbed the Firecloud Flower necklace around his neck.
He could feel it—the dragon egg was about to hatch.
"This is the capital of Keville, Willis City? Truly magnificent and awe-inspiring!"
Gold, bearing the Five-Nation Emissary Seal, sat atop his unicorn horse, gazing at the distant city. His eyes lingered for a long time on the Ringed Magic Tower at its heart.
His ears were pointed, and his snow-white hair was neatly tied back with a silver hairband, giving him an exceptionally dignified and heroic air. Beneath his handsome face, his eyes shone with wisdom and calm.
He was one of the long-lived elves, the race most favored by the God of Life.
"Legend has it that if the Azarea Continent were to face an apocalyptic disaster, Willis would be the last city to fall. I wonder if that’s just the boastings of bookworms?"
Walton, a battle master from the Temple of War with strength rivaling a Grand Archmage, sneered.
In Keville, most mages looked down on warriors, whom they saw as muscle-brained brutes.
Little did they know that in the preaching zone of the God of War, warriors likewise scorned mages—bookish fools whose spells took so long to cast that the battle would already be over by the time they were ready.
"Watch your words!" Gold chided in a low voice.
After all, there were Keville mages in the delegation responsible for guiding them!
Indeed, the Keville mage leading the delegation had already turned his head, his gaze icy.
"Hmph!" Walton snorted but ultimately refrained from further provocation.
It was strange. Saint-Todd and Keville were not directly adjacent, separated instead by the sprawling Auto Mountains. There had been no large-scale wars between them in nearly three hundred years.
Yet the relationship between the two nations remained tense.
This was evident from the moment the Saint-Todd delegation crossed the border—specialized mages had been assigned to escort and monitor them, ensuring they did not stop at any city along the way.
Without pause, the delegation, under the guidance of the Keville mages, entered the territory of Willis City.
Even before they drew near, Gold’s eyes flickered with unmistakable surprise.
Under the rule of a bitter winter, the fields outside Willis City were covered in vast stretches of green, a stark contrast to the withered, gray-brown forests further away.
From a distance, Gold had not been surprised—he had assumed it was the work of magic plants and privately marveled at the City of Magic’s reputation.
But now, to his astonishment, he realized that this green was none other than black grain, a crop notoriously vulnerable to cold.
Had Willis grown so extravagant as to use Magic Towers to alter the temperature of its surrounding lands?
No, that couldn’t be—the ambient temperature showed no noticeable change.
Could this be… a new variety?
Gold’s heart sank with unease.
As they approached the city gates, he could no longer contain his shock, his face openly displaying his bewilderment.
In truth, Gold’s credentials were impeccable. Bearing the Five-Nation Emissary Seal and representing the Saint-Todd United Nations on this diplomatic mission to Keville, he had lived for over six hundred years—longer than some minor deities—and had witnessed the rise and fall of countless civilizations.
Yet even he could not hide his astonishment now.
And if he was stunned, the unruly Walton was no better, his eyes wide as he gaped at the sights around him.
As for the rest of the delegation, their reactions were even more pronounced.
The gates of Willis City bustled with activity.
Farmers rushing to the city, boisterous mercenaries shouting orders, and mages in flowing robes whooshing past like the wind—at first glance, it didn’t seem much different from most imperial capitals.
But what shocked the Saint-Todd delegation was that nearly everyone here, rich or poor, had a floating screen hovering before them.
The screens came in bizarre and varied forms.
Some were no larger than a palm;
Some were shaped like scrolls;
Others formed rings that circled their heads.
Their colors were a riot of hues, and a quick glance revealed a jumble of content—images, text, and even moving pictures.
The people of Keville looked downright peculiar.
Some grinned foolishly at their screens;
Others scowled and cursed angrily;
Some, despite having no one around them, muttered to themselves like fools—yet no one around them found it strange.
Most baffling of all were those swaying their heads to strange music that seemed to come from nowhere.
After observing for a long while, Gold realized these screens seemed to function as magic artifacts, enabling real-time voice communication.
And even playing music.
Because he had seen with his own eyes a farmer, speaking in a thick dialect, telling his family he had arrived in Willis.
The sight left Gold utterly stunned.
What was this?
Magic artifacts?
Had Keville’s magic advanced to such an extent?
Even the lowliest farmers could enjoy its conveniences?
No—those weren’t magic artifacts. He sensed no trace of magical fluctuations.
Judging by the energy waves, this was unmistakably… divine techniques!
The Internet God!
Gold realized almost instantly whose divine techniques these were.
Was this the authority of the Internet God?
How bizarre!
Once inside the city, what met their eyes left Gold—and the entire Saint-Todd delegation—dumbfounded.
Willis’ main thoroughfare was wide, bustling, and teeming with people.
But that wasn’t the shocking part.
The shocking part was that the shops lining the streets were adorned with all manner of floating screens.
Their content was a riotous spectacle, dazzling and diverse.
Some simply displayed words like "Magic Artifacts" or "Inns & Taverns";
Others flickered with images of bronze goblets;
And some even showed alluring women!
A closer look revealed a shopkeeper behind each screen, maintaining it.
The sudden explosion of colors and motion left the Saint-Todd delegation utterly stupefied.
These were well-traveled individuals, accustomed to the customs of many lands.
Yet they had to admit—Willis had shaken them to their core.
It was the kind of revelation found in the smallest details!
"These are all part of the internet, divine techniques spread by the Internet God," the guiding mage said, slowing his horse to ride alongside Gold. With a meaningful tone, he added, "Not only can even illiterate farmers with no magical foundation use it to make voice calls with loved ones thousands of miles away, but they can also enjoy music and listen to divine melodies anytime."
Then, with deliberate provocation, he remarked, "I’ve heard that in your country, people spend their days either praying or working—how dreadfully dull! Even an execution by fire is treated as a grand festival. Is that true?"
Gold replied expressionlessly, "Excessive entertainment only corrupts character and faith. And over-reliance on divine techniques? If the gods abandon you, it will be your doom."
"Oh? Is that so?"
The guiding mage laughed heartily, snapping his fingers as a virtual screen instantly popped up before him. He tapped open the Library and said:
"You're absolutely right. That's why the Internet God has made knowledge of magic and Battle Aura public—even the divine techniques of the gods you worship. Unfortunately, it seems no one is willing to learn your divine techniques."
Gold and Walton stared at the densely packed cultivation knowledge displayed on the virtual screen, their pupils dilating in shock.
Gold replied with feigned calm, "A skilled poisoner always disguises poison as delicious, tempting food."
The guiding mage sneered, "Pity that some poisoners not only refuse to sweeten their poison but also make it unbearably pungent, as if afraid people won't recognize it as poison. And yet, they still try to force others—even entire groups—to swallow it."
"You—!"
Walton erupted in fury, his Battle Aura surging violently.
Gold pressed a hand on Walton's shoulder and said meaningfully, "A summer insect cannot speak of ice! Mere childish prattle—no need for anger."
The guiding mage's pupils contracted slightly.
This was an insult from a long-lived race, mocking his short lifespan and narrow perspective.
He smirked. "Can't even win an argument against a child? Did you spend the last few centuries living like a dog?"
The grip on Walton's shoulder tightened abruptly—then loosened again.
Whether it was from barely restrained fury or a signal for Walton to hold back was unclear.
Gold fell silent, his expression unreadable.
The guiding mage snorted coldly, spurred his horse, and trotted away in high spirits.
Damn it, how dare they call mages bookworms?
He’d curse them to death!
...
"Well said!"
Seated upon the divine throne in the Divine Palace, Yu Sheng'an observed the envoys of the Five Great Righteous Gods. Watching the guiding mage's eloquent speech, he couldn’t help but slam the table in admiration.
His excitement seemed to ripple outward.
Suddenly, his expression froze. Startled, he grabbed the Firecloud Flower necklace around his neck.
He could feel it—the dragon egg was about to hatch.
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