Chapter 382 The Grand Magic Gathering (Part 1)



Upon hearing Knight Mark's words, the Witcher Bu Bai had two questions.

Most importantly, there was the witcher Mark encountered wielding a greatsword, and the remains of the men on the ground.

What does this tell us?

Mark met Bu Bai back then! He even met his master!

He was a witness at the scene back then!

In his account, his sister...did not die in his house!

"Could my sister... still be alive?"

Bu Bai's voice trembled slightly, whether from emotional excitement or some other reason was unclear.

Mark immediately replied that it wasn't white.

"Based on the battlefield we cleaned up after our victory, a considerable number of people were missing. Note that they were missing, not turned into corpses and blood servants."

This disappearance could be death, or it could be abduction, so I don't know if your sister is still alive.

But that was enough. Bu Bai revealed a sense of relief. Even so, he was very grateful to Mark. He never expected that this knight was the same knight who rescued Angel Island back then.

He also met the mentor who brought him into the Witcher community.

"By the way, since you're here, where's your master?"

However, Mark regretted it as soon as he said it; he had blurted it out because of the old and young witchers he had met earlier.

It's obvious that Bu Bai's master is dead... because the standard for a demon hunter to graduate is six-star strength, while Bu Bai is currently at the mid-five-star level and has not yet reached the required strength.

"My master died three years ago, during the demon invasion after Prince Amir's death."

This is the graveyard of us witchers. My master never regretted it, and neither did I.

The Witcher tightened his grip on the greatsword behind him, a relic left by his master. He would carry on his master's beliefs and his hatred for the demons, striving to completely annihilate them.

"It seems the information I provided wasn't too bad. In that case, how about I have you do three things at once?"

"explain."

Mark smiled and told the Witcher Bu Bai about the Archmage, the Magic Merchant Guild, and Dai Shanren.

"I can help with the first two, but people with magic runes... are not to be trusted!"

"Come on, the Witcher still has demonic blood in his body. He only has a demonic rune on his body. You Witchers have encountered this kind of thing before. Compared to the first two, this last thing is practically a gift to you."

The level of difficulty shouldn't be too easy, but it also shouldn't violate your witcher's principles.

Under Mark's persuasive words, Bu Bai finally agreed.

Although he didn't know why Mark wanted to protect Dai Shanren, it was none of his business. He hated the vampires among the demons, not the evil ghosts or the underworld.

If he had accepted the mission, he would have hunted them, but now... he has other things to do and can compromise on that.

Currently, most of the demon hunters in Dawn City have direct hatred for the vampires, and even the small minority hate the undead. It is indeed a straightforward matter for him to protect Dai Shanren within the current demon hunter camp.

Mark resolved the Witcher issue, and Liu Lang and the others were finally able to leave.

They didn't get any information in the last two days, but the Magic Festival is coming soon, so maybe they can get some useful clues on that day.

Two days later, the time finally arrived.

When I woke up this morning, the radio outside was broadcasting that the once-in-a-decade Magic Festival of Dawn City was about to begin.

Because this is a city-wide event, even commoners can freely display their talents at the nobles' exhibition!

Once they are adopted and appreciated by the nobility, they might rise to the top in one fell swoop! It's even possible that their ancestors would escape the status of commoners and enter the noble class!

Therefore, both commoners and nobles prepared for today's grand event last night.

The duration of the event is not fixed; for example, the previous event lasted three days, the one before that lasted two days, and the one before that last lasted one day.

According to the Empire's longest records, the longest magical festival even lasted for a month, which was also the peak period for magical artifacts.

Magical artifacts only became popular in the empire after that incident, but that was over a hundred years ago. Nowadays, magical artifacts have long since entered the lives of ordinary people.

It's unlikely that any major changes will occur again.

"Brother Liu Lang! We should get going!"

Xiao Dai and Vero Shiya were already prepared, and Liu Lang also stood up from his workbench and stretched out a big yawn.

Ha~

Is it time yet?

Liu Lang stretched his neck; he had been making a lot of equipment and a small number of magical artifacts these days.

After all, he hadn't properly trained any weapons since he reached the peak of the fourth star. Now he was already feeling the bottleneck of the fifth star, and it seemed that the fifth star realm was just around the corner!

"Ah! What's that in the sky?"

As soon as they came out, the three of them saw the mysterious boat floating in the air.

Upon closer inspection, there were actually people up there!

"Wow, it seems that the ideas proposed in the last session have been realized in this session."

Mark, the blond man, also walked out from the side, smoking a pipe, his face full of amazement.

"Uncle?"

Verosia looked at him with a puzzled expression.

"Hmm...Your Highness, what's flying in the sky is naturally a difficult problem left over from the last Magic Games, called the forbidden zone of touching the sky."

We all know that the Empire's Sky Knights all have Pegasus horses that can fly.

Is it possible for a magical device to emerge that could replace Pegasus?

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