"By the way, have you seen Tibilia?"
Andrea asked.
"Tibilia?"
The Red Dragon King frowned slightly.
"There’s still two months left on that little brat’s confinent, should be in the back valley, together with Agnes."
"Agnes was knocked out, I asked her, she doesn’t rember anything."
The Silver Dragon’s expression was a bit unpleasant.
Hearing this, the Red Dragon King was stunned.
After a few seconds, he suddenly thought of sothing and looked fiercely in the direction where the players had left, cursing:
"Damn it, that little brat Tibilia must have sneaked off again! I was even planning to give her the card!"
"Hmm? Card?"
A sharp gaze swept over.
"Ahem... Wife, you heard wrong."
The Red Dragon King coughed dryly and tucked his tail.
...
"Ah... the journey is over."
Riding on the dragon’s back, Demacia turned around, withdrawing his gaze from Dragon Island.
Behind him, Dragon Island was already out of sight.
"Demacia, it looks like you really love Dragon Island!"
The Transford Girl laughed.
"Of course, the dragons on Dragon Island are rich and simple, especially the tallic dragons. Once you gain their approval, you can truly beco friends with them..."
"Although the colorful dragons on Dragon Island have quite the temper, they are unexpectedly genuine, completely different from those evil dragons lurking on the Segis Continent."
Demacia said.
As he spoke, he felt a bit sentintal:
"I’ve made more friends among the dragons these few days than I’ve made among players in the past few years..."
Who told you to always like causing trouble before!
Upon hearing his words, the players cast disdainful glances his way.
Facing the players, especially the disdainful glances from several female players, Demacia blushed for once.
He coughed awkwardly and said:
"I was wrong, okay? Isn’t this already changing?"
"By the way, speaking of Tibilia, why didn’t she co to see us off? Didn’t she say she would return to the Elf Forest with us?"
Demacia shifted the topic.
"Probably still in confinent? I heard from Agnes that she’s confined for another two months."
Little Xian Miao answered.
However, just at this mont, a cheerful and resonant dragon roar ca from behind the players...
"Rua——! Wait for ! You guys are flying too fast!"
The players turned back, seeing a slender Red Dragon chasing after them.
"Tibilia, aren’t you confined?"
Dongdong was slightly stunned.
"Hey! I said I’m going back with you! I haven’t fulfilled my contract with the Life Goddess yet! Who cares about confinent, the old guy can’t keep locked up!"
The Red Dragon looked proud.
After speaking, she widened her sparkling eyes:
"Speaking of... when we get back to the Elf Forest, is there a welco feast?"
"No need for too much ceremony, just a carload of barbecue will do! And I want honey with it!"
The players:...
You’re just craving the Elf Forest’s barbecue, aren’t you?!
So, Red Dragon Tibilia joined the group.
The party headed towards the Segis Continent.
This ti, their route was no longer the one they took coming in, but straight towards the Elf Forest.
After traveling for several months, it’s about ti to return ho.
The journey to Dragon Island left the players with abundant returns.
When they returned to the Chosen City, it was already a week later.
anwhile, Zelolan of Fengyue Free Territory welcod a traveler arriving from the north...
"Zelolan... finally back to Zelolan."
Looking at the city by the shore, now even more prosperous than over a year ago, Old John felt quite emotional.
In just one year, the filthy docks had expanded nearly twofold, and guards clad in fine armor patrolled continually, maintaining perfect order.
The streets were straight, the roads cleaner than in his mory, and the passersby looked radiant, not at all like the civilians struggling gloomily in the empire’s various cities.
Their eyes were full of vitality.
The beautiful city, the happy residents, everything before him made Old John feel sowhat dazed.
Clearly, it’s only been a year, yet Zelolan looks entirely different from the empire’s cities.
This place truly feels like a paradise from a fairy tale.
Carefully stepping off the boat, Old John tightened the token given to him by the elves, suppressing the excitent in his heart, and walked into the city.
The city was even more bustling than he had imagined, with carriages flowing continuously, people coming and going, lively and bustling, a magnificent scene.
This sight made Old John feel as if he had entered another world.
anwhile, a deep doubt gradually grew in his heart.
Why... why just a year ago Zelolan was famous, but still not much different from other imperial cities, and in just one year, the transformation is so drastic?
Old John knew that behind this was the rit of the Life Church.
However, he couldn’t imagine how, exactly, a city that had suffered the ravages of war could revive in such a short ti and renewed...
He stood nervously at a crossroads, montarily unsure where to go.
Until a guard wearing armor noticed him and approached.
Seeing the guard walking towards him, Old John’s heart tightened, and he instinctively wanted to flee...
No choice, it’s a reflex for every imperial commoner.
City guards maintain the city’s order, but they protect the interests of noble lords and wealthy rchants, and for commoners without background, getting involved with guards often leads not to bullying... but extortion.
Yet, just when Old John was anxious and fearful, the guard patted his shoulder and showed a friendly smile:
"Friend, you look unwell, are you facing any difficulties? Do you need my help?"
Seeing the guard’s friendly smile, Old John was slightly taken aback.
This smile seed very familiar, reminiscent of sothing he had seen before.
Gradually, the appearance of the person overlapped slowly with a certain image in his mory...
That was a refugee Old John t while escaping from the south, who ended up disembarking at Zelolan.
Except Old John clearly rembered that the refugee was emaciated, dispirited, with dull eyes, while the guard before him now had a rosy complexion, full of energy, bright eyes filled with light.
This... is this really the sa person?
Old John was uncertain.
"Jason? Is that you?"
He asked, eyes wide in disbelief.
"Hmm?"
The guard was stunned.
A hint of doubt flashed in his eyes:
"You know ?"
"It really is you?! I... I’m John!"
Old John spoke excitedly.
"John?"
The guard frowned.
After scrutinizing Old John’s appearance for a while, his expression gradually shifted to surprise:
"It’s you! John!"
"Yes, it’s !"
Old John’s voice trembled.
"You... how did you beco like this? I almost didn’t recognize you..."
Seeing Old John’s slightly aged appearance, the guard asked in astonishnt.
"Ah... It’s a long story. I’m also curious about what you’ve been through, you look like a completely different person."
Old John said with emotion.
Listening to his words, the guard’s gaze softened.
As if he rembered sothing, his expression beca very excited and reverent.
He drew the symbol of the Life Scepter on his chest and said with a smile:
"All this, we owe our gratitude to the great Goddess Divine Crown, and the benevolent Lady Sophia..."
"John, do you rember our chats on the boat?"
The guard asked.
Old John’s expression flickered, and he nodded:
"I rember... of course I rember..."
He certainly rembered.
When he t the other, it was during a period of losing his ho and family, feeling desperate.
During that ti, it was eting the other, confiding in each other, that he gradually erged from despair.
However, Old John was then a devout eternal believer, while Jason had already forsaken his faith in the True God.
Eventually, they went separate ways in Zelolan; one converted to the Life Church, while the other continued north.
But now, they t again.
And Old John had also transford from a devout believer to a confused non-believer.
"John..."
Guard Jason’s gaze was very bright.
"We once talked about why the world is so dark, where hope lies, our future... where exactly that dawn breaking through the night is..."
"Now... I’ve found it."
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