Even when Loran Hill fainted, the others were still watching the night performance as if nothing had happened. They naturally thought that the little people flying in the sky were specially arranged by the organizer to serve as dancers.
In truth, Luvij herself was a bit surprised. She hadn't planned this scene, but it greatly enhanced the performance. She couldn't stop suddenly at this point. After all, it was Emenas's annual gala, attended not only by students from the school but also by people from various countries and organizations. So she could only maintain a natural expression and posture and continue the performance, pretending everything was according to plan, with a confident smile.
There were many powerful Sequence 8 beings in Emenas, and even a few Sequence 9s. However, these transcendent transcendents were either out or staying inside the academy and did not attend the party. Only one Sequence 9 was present.
On the podium in the middle of the audience, an old man in a black suit was looking up at the performance in the sky. He looked very old, with the skin on his face a little loose, and his deep eye sockets were filled with dull gray-blue pupils. But even so, his every move still exuded an aura as deep as the sea.
Although others saw a gorgeous singer singing and sailing in the sky in a carriage, he saw a different scene.
It seemed like a scene from another world, with a city floating in the sky, the earth covered in emerald green, towering trees reaching into the sky and close to the stars, people wearing seamless silver-white clothes with patterns of the sun and the moon printed on the backs, and a giant dragon flying from the starry sky, flapping its giant wings that blocked out the sun, making the world as dark as night.
He unconsciously wanted to reach out and explore and touch that world, but at this moment he already knew in his heart that it was just an illusion. However, since the shadow was left behind, the original object also existed.
Who was showing him this, and what was their purpose? This vaguely resembled a vision from the Twilight Age, or the Age of Giants and Dragons. If they were simply trying to lure him in, they would be underestimating him.
Just as he was about to pull out the mastermind behind the scenes, a hand pressed on his shoulder.
As a Sequence 9, he had not noticed anything before. Even now, this hand was invisible. To others, it looked empty, and he could not sense what was behind this hand.
But as a transcendent who had lived for hundreds of years, the pinnacle of humanity, and one of the sages, he quickly reacted and uttered a few words: "Witch, or the holy object - Karense?"
A subtle and seductive voice sounded softly in his ears, and just like that, the sage slowly put his hand down, and his tense nerves relaxed slightly.
"It's you, huh..."
......
After a long time, the invisible hand left the old man's shoulder, and the latter no longer paid attention to the performance in the sky, but slowly stood up and left the party.
The performance continues. As the Golden Diva song ends, it is followed by grand dances, operas, etc. Until late at night, the fireworks of the curtain call ceremony rise from afar, blooming in the sky, and the bells in the distance ring, announcing the end of another year and the arrival of a new year.
The students sitting on the bridge looked at the fireworks filling the sky. The smell of gunpowder gradually drifted over. Some of them began to put their hands together, closed their eyes and prayed, making New Year's wishes.
"I hope to be admitted to the college I want to go to this year." This is a freshman.
"I want to be one of the 'Ten Crowns.'" This is a senior student.
"I hope he can accept my confession." This is the nymphomaniac girl, Lily.
A short-haired girl sitting in the corner also made a silent and sincere wish. She closed her emerald eyes and whispered, "I hope I can become an excellent educator."
"I hope I can be the first in the grade." A blond young man held a book and muttered to himself. Occasionally, fireworks rose and illuminated the cover of the book, revealing a simple name, Jack.
A girl with small goat horns whispered a prayer: "I hope everyone can live happily."
"I hope Lady Phoebe can recover and live long." The blue-haired girl muttered to herself.
"I hope she can be healthy and happy, and always shine." The girl with emerald hair and golden eyes sat on the podium, bowed her head and prayed.
But there are also some students who do not believe in empty wishes.
Frosia held the sleeping Rosie in her arms, gently stroking her silver hair with her left hand, then lifted up her woven bracelet, from which the emerald green vines slowly grew, and a white rose blossomed, emitting a refreshing fragrance. She placed it between Rosie's noses, letting her sniff it slowly.
As she smelled the fragrance of the flowers, Luo Xier's brows gradually relaxed, no longer wrinkled as before, and her breathing gradually slowed down.
Frosia breathed a sigh of relief and straightened the silver-haired girl on her knees, allowing her to lie more comfortably on her thighs.
"He looks very well-behaved when he's asleep, and he doesn't move around."
Although Loran Hill wasn't usually mischievous, he was a bit reserved and wouldn't easily fall asleep in someone's arms. This was the first time Frosia had seen her friend asleep. Beneath her small nose were cherry-pink lips, and her face was gentle and peaceful. She was a formidable fighter, but her body felt as soft as cotton when held.
As the party ended, students began to leave the bridge in groups of three or four and return to the dormitory. Some flew, some ran back directly, and some rode back leisurely on Warcraft.
Two girls in white skirts with light green patterns approached Frosia. Although their clothes showed that they were senior students of the Walled City Academy, their expressions were very respectful. They looked at Frosia who was holding the silver-haired girl and asked in a low voice.
"Miss Seven, the party is over. Is there anything you want to tell me?"
Frosia looked at the gradually thinning crowd and said, "Call a magic motorcycle so I can take Luo Xier back."
"Okay, but we don't know where Miss Roxelle lives."
"Huh? You don't know this?" Frosia raised her head with a little curiosity. As the daughter of the Landsworth family, with her family's influence in the school and the information shared among the Cangcui nobles, no one knew where Luo Xier lived?
"...Then send it to where I live." After thinking for a moment, Frosia gave this order.
"OK."
The two senior girls slowly retreated, feeling somewhat relieved that Miss Roshiel was a girl. If it was a boy, Frosia would take him back to her residence, and they, the subordinates, would definitely be held accountable.
The cold moonlight shone on the water. From beneath the bridge came the sound of rushing water. Pairs of creatures with cloudy eyes threatened to burst from the water, only to be slowly soothed by an unknown presence. Only then did a magical motorcycle slowly approach from the side of the bridge, carrying a group of people and slowly disappearing into the darkness. Only then did these twisted creatures gradually cease their activity, closing their eyes once more and sinking to the bottom of the river.
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