Western Continent, Golden Plains.
Gigantic black dragon wings blocked out the sun as the massive black-scaled dragon sped across the wasteland, casting a tinge of golden light on everything.
The scenery on the plain was monotonous. From time to time, a pet, strong or weak, would poke its head out from the grass as high as a person, but would soon be frightened by the undisguised might of the dragon above and would hide again.
I don’t know how long it took, but the monotonous plain scenery finally changed.
At the end of the skyline——
A towering tower slowly emerged.
This giant tower is pure white all over, and its tall body reaches straight into the sky. Its majestic figure seems to connect the earth and the sky.
Surrounding this white tower are clusters of buildings and a wide city wall.
With the high tower as the core, the buildings are connected together, making it look like a prosperous and bustling city.
...
...
At the entrance of the tower, there stands a huge obelisk.
On the obelisk, two lines of ancient words were written in brilliant golden texture:
[Holy Calendar Year 360, Month of Plenty]
["Silver Witch" Sylvia Brunstadt, founded the Chalk Tower in the Golden Plains]
In the distant sky, the arrival of the Black Scale Asian Dragon caused a small commotion in the city.
Soon, powerful auras rose from the white tower.
But soon, as if it had sensed something, all the mental power that had been used to explore was retracted and disappeared.
The black-scaled dragon flapped its wings and slowly landed on the square in front of the tower, remaining suspended in the air.
"Welcome back to the White Tower, Your Majesty Fioren."
There was an indifferent female voice.
This is a woman with a plain face and wearing a pure white wizard robe.
She was holding a book, quietly looking at the black-scaled dragon hovering at the entrance of the White Tower.
Although she looks inconspicuous, everyone in the White Tower knows the identity of this woman in white robe.
Isvedah, the Great Librarian and Deputy Master of the White Tower.
Isvida is a Beastmaster who truly deserves her title, and she is not a weakling even among the Sixth Rings. Considering her age, she may even have the possibility of being promoted to Legend.
Currently in the Cretaceous Tower, only Ishvedah's status and position are qualified to receive Fioren who has arrived at this moment.
But at this moment, Fioren, who was wearing a metal mask, did not take the time to greet him.
She rolled down from the black-scaled dragon and walked straight towards Isvida.
Then, he spoke quickly in a cold voice.
"Isvida, take me to the plane of eternal sleep."
"I want to meet the tower master in person."
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The ancient country of Cang Ting, the echoes of history.
Sylvia stood in the magnificent sea of flowers, silently looking at the royal capital below and the sea in the distance.
Char also silently stayed beside the girl, watching with her the sea of flowers all over the mountains, as well as the quiet city and coastline under the sunset.
After a long time, Sylvia moved slightly and wrote something in her diary to show it to Xia: "What a beautiful view."
Although she had heard of this place, Sylvia herself had never been there.
Being there in person at this moment, the scenery was far more beautiful and gorgeous than she had ever imagined.
Xia nodded: "Who said it wasn't true?"
In this way, the sun gradually sank and finally sank below the sea surface.
The afterglow of the setting sun spread on the sea, and the incomplete sun and its reflection merged to form a complete circle.
The sea of flowers on the top of the mountain and the city below are all covered with a layer of light golden neon.
This is the last glow of sunset. It won’t be long before the silent night covers the entire city.
At this time, flames rose up at the edge of the capital below the mountain. At first, there were only a few scattered spots, but soon, the flames spread rapidly like a blaze, covering most of the capital.
The scorching fireworks dyed the dim sky red and also illuminated Sylvia's eyes.
What happened?
Was there an accident during the alchemical experiment and a fire in the city?
Sylvia looked at the brightly lit city at the foot of the mountain in a daze. It was as conspicuous as a bonfire in the dark night.
But soon, the words that came from her ears made her heart tremble, and she no longer had the leisure to worry about other things.
"Sylvia, I have something to say to you."
Char's words were so gentle that Sylvia couldn't help but pinch the corner of her clothes nervously.
There was a flash of panic in her eyes, like a deer running wildly, but also a bit of anticipation and joy. Even the words written in the diary became a little crooked.
"What?"
"Sylvia, close your eyes first."
Char's words were as gentle as ever, but there was a hint of something else in them.
However, Sylvia, whose heart was filled with happiness, sweetness and tension at the moment, naturally could not perceive the hidden meaning.
She nodded obediently and closed her eyes in submission.
Is Brother Xia going to confess his feelings to me?
Or, you want to kiss me directly.
Will it be the forehead or the lips?
When the time comes, how should I respond to Brother Xia?
Although we are not related by blood, Brother Xia is just an outsider of the family. I don't know whether my father and the rigid elders in the family would agree with what is happening between us.
However, even if you don't agree, we can still elope -
Although doing this would be a bit unfair to my father, if I could be with Brother Char, it would be nice to give up my noble status and live in anonymity somewhere with beautiful scenery.
By the way, if we get married, what should we name our children?
Sylvia's heart was filled with a myriad of complicated thoughts.
She tiptoed slightly, feeling nervous yet expectant, waiting with longing and hope.
but.
A few seconds later.
What sounded in Sylvia's ears was not the confession she had expected.
But a long sigh.
"So, Sylvia, you still don't understand."
"Admiration——"
"It is always the feeling that is farthest from understanding."
Varied……
What?
Before he finished speaking.
A sharp pain suddenly came from Sylvia's chest.
She barely opened her eyes.
What he saw was the sharp red blade that pierced through his chest.
And the expression on the black-haired boy's face was something Sylvia found extremely unfamiliar.
"So--"
"Goodbye, Sylvia."
The cold voice echoed in the empty mountains.
The boiling blood dripped onto the light purple sea of night orchids, dyeing them a bright red.
It's as if——
Blood-stained roses.
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