However, the young Wizard didn't notice the regretful expression of the Master craftsman. Char was only thinking rather casually about how to get Tajib to mobilize as many people as possible for him.
Otherwise, fulfilling the Lord's orders wouldn't be simple at all—
To open up a road in the Black Forest.
This is an unprecedented feat in Erune over hundreds of years.
...
When Bai Lu and Char decided to forge a 'path' through the Black Forest and made it a scheduled plan, sending the first group of Cave Dwellers tightly into the forest, Brand and his team didn't slow down their exploration in the Black Forest.
In Vorn's calendar, the Sleeping Moon symbolizes Talent, and Astrologers believe that babies born this month have extraordinary potential.
But potential in ancient witch prophecies signifies dormant Strength, with dormancy corresponding to Awakening—from slumber till awakening—that's the aning of the last month of the year in Vornede Continent.
Therefore, this is both an enlightennt of wisdom and spirit sparking the fire of civilization amidst the darkness and ignorance, and the most important month to bid farewell to the old year.
In most Holy Temple calendars, on the last day of the Sleeping Moon, the thirty-first, people welco the largest annual festival in Vorn World——the Recovery Festival.
This grand festival lasts for seven days from this mont, but in bustling cities like Free Port, the festivity sotis extends until two months later in Recovery Month.
Of course, in the dark wilderness, such conditions are not available.
Brand and his team finally arrived at the outskirts of the Trade Wind Ring at midnight that day—
To rember the passing year of Flowers and Sumr Leaves, Furlo, the 'logistics director' since the adventure began, handed out a small piece of gingerbread to everyone in the team, including Lopar and his Fireclaw Lizardn.
The young ones sat around the campfire, singing hotown songs, the lody nurturing not only a fond rembrance but also a yearning for the future.
The song was lodious, with sparks from the bonfire rising into the pitch-black night sky, weaving the difficulties endured over the past month into bygone mories.
Everyone felt they've grown more mature.
Brand also sat by the fire, giving his gingerbread to Tiya, the Wild Elf little sister who seed quite fond of the special treat not seen in the Rubis Region——She held a small piece of gingerbread, crumbs still sticking to her lips, flashing Brand a sweet smile.
"Looks like Tiya prefers ," Brand said to Furlo.
Furlo stood behind Brand, glanced at her sister but didn't reply.
In fact, she gave her gingerbread to her sister, though stern, it's clear she truly cared for her.
"Sister Furlo can't be bothered to argue with you." Antitina handed her gingerbread to Tiya, smiling and replying—in such a night, even the noble daughter rarely felt relaxed.
This was the last day of the year, a year seemingly filled with so many happenings she couldn't recall all of them.
This was the year of Flowers and Sumr Leaves.
Beside Antitina, Tiya piled the gingerbread into her skirt, forming a small stack, her eyes sparkling as she gazed at them.
Beside her, Qian leaned against a tree trunk, glancing at her and then at the gingerbread in her hand, thought for a mont, and placed it in too.
"Thank you, Sister Qian," Tiya said sweetly.
The red-haired girl reached out to pat her head.
Brand chuckled, but did not respond to Antitina nor did he mind Furlo's attitude. He looked up at the pitch-black, ink-like night sky—seeing leaves hanging silently on the branches, unmoved—watching the sparks rise from the bonfire, glimr briefly, then fade away.
The brightest star in the sky belonged to Martha, as he watched the star, waiting for its radiance to reach its brightest mont.
Thus, the year of Flowers and Sumr Leaves passed.
He would forever rember this year and the Black Rose War that unfolded during it—looking up, he seed to see the sumr Buqi sky of April and May, and that magnificent star river spanning across the sky.
He could see the faces of many people, but they faded, becoming gradually blurred, while the faces of others beca clearer, Brand recognized them one by one—Little Roman, Frey, Madden, and Breson among many others.
This was the year of Flowers and Sumr Leaves belonging to him.
It ca into his Life for the second ti and departed again, seemingly leaving no trace but unable to be erased.
Then Brand thought about what's coming next, the Sword Year, a year when the bloodshed war on the continent starts tracing cause and effect, perhaps it can't be called the beginning of half a century conflict and chaos, but regardless, Vorn started moving towards turbulence from this year.
The sword symbolizes conquest.
Yet it is also a deadly weapon that causes bleeding.
When the sword appears on Earth, Stars change their trajectories, and heroes erge as needed.
Therefore, Astrologers nad this year the Sword Year—it marked the beginning of Vorn's tumultuous and rushing history, the year players began penning their epic tales.
However, Brand stared at the night sky, thinking of sothing else. The Sword Year, the year deciding Erune's fate, will history return to Radiance and glory, or follow its original path into the Abyss, seemingly the arrival of that ti isn't far off.
The young Lord lowered his head, looking at the Trade Wind Ring beneath the night sky.
The atmospheric circulation ford a massive swirling vortex that starts from the south foothills of the Kalanja Mountain Range, spans the entire peninsula, reaching up to the cloud peaks, now seemingly like an Ancient beast lying before the group.
...(to be continued, for further developnts, please visit qidian, more chapters, support authors, support legitimate reading!)
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