Chapter 249

Lancer Melo's journey continues.

Taking into account the deviation of his landing point when he just arrived in this world, Lansemello not only left magic punctuation marks at the South Pole as a record, but also built a large magic ceremony venue in the large cavity under Japan that only the members of Animusphia knew about - the stars would show the way forward for the astrologers, just like Kirshtalia and Wodem did in the Atlantic Novel Belt.

"Are you sure they will come to these places?" Asclepius asked Lansemello after she had marked many places. "Or do you have a clear feeling about where they will end up?"

"I can only be sure that they, like me, will not end up in Greece." Lansemero used magic to illuminate the interior of the dragon skeleton and continued to walk down. "Further down, we will reach the fairyland, right?"

"We have reached the depth." Asclepius replied to Lanthamira, "Do you want to go any deeper?"

"Let's take a closer look..." Lansermello continued to go down along the dragon skeleton that looked like a cave tunnel. The abundant magic power made the circuits of the fairy eyes excited. "Considering the characteristics of Albion, I think we should take a closer look. The concentration of magic here is a bit too high compared to the 'Bell Hall' in the Observatory of Karion."

"Did Albion really dig into the Inner Sea of ​​Stars?!" Asklepios was surprised.

"I don't know, so I have to go down and take a look." Lansermero raised his hand and pressed down the hat that belonged to the Paradise Fairy on his head. "If I dig through it, even if the dragon can't pass through this passage, I can still enter the Star Inner Sea here - I hope there won't be an equivalent of Teacher Merlin in this world."

"I will be in charge of the alert, you just keep going deeper--" Asclepius paused, and mentioned the two people who were thrown into the cold and distant land by Lansemello, "What if Aspros and Deftelos suddenly want to contact you? There is no way to contact the Star Inner Sea from the surface, right?"

"It's more likely that the two of them went missing in Tunguska—relatively speaking." Lanser-Mero walked forward holding his wand. The dark corridor in front of him seemed to have no end. "Come to think of it, I haven't even been to our original Star Inner Sea. This is my first time to actually explore the Star Inner Sea...ah."

"Albion here...actually dug a physical passage."

The view suddenly opens up - under the blue sky, there is a sea of ​​pink flowers all over the mountains.

This is the utopia "Avalon", or - the Inland Sea of ​​Stars.

However, the watchtower used to imprison a certain half-dream did not appear in this pink sea of ​​flowers - perhaps it was because there was no record of King Arthur in this world, and everything related to it did not exist in the records of the Earth "planet".

Likewise, Lansemelo did not hear the whispers of the fairies that were supposed to be there—but she heard the melodious sound of bells.

——The sound of the bell is exactly the same as when the Fairyland's parade bell is rung.

"Why is there a bell here?" Asclepius was stunned for a moment, but found that Lansemello turned around and left the Star Inner Sea without hesitation. "What's wrong with you?"

“…That’s the forge.” Lansemello answered Asclepius only after returning to the ground. “If you go forward, you will have to go through four trials, and then jump in and become the Grand Saber of this world. Although the earth ‘planet’ of this world has the same origin as ours, most of it is still empty.”

"For example, the vacancy of Paradise Fairy?"

“…Ah, that’s it.”

"Where are you going next?" Asclepius finished talking about the Inner Sea of ​​Stars. "Have you given them enough hints?"

"The Wandering Sea." Lanser-Mello pulled the black cape that came with the Magic Association uniform and used magic to pull himself to the coast where the Arctic Ocean and the North Atlantic Ocean meet. "Even if I didn't find it last time, I will definitely be able to enter the Wandering Sea this year - because I am also a magician of the Wandering Sea."

"My departure was never an escape - and the magician of the Wandering Sea has the right to actively call upon the Wandering Sea to return."

"Returning?"

"When I couldn't find it last time, I sent a signal to the Wandering Sea headquarters - and I left them a little gift." Lansemero curled his lips and watched the inky black waves hitting the shore in the dark night. "That gift has even exceeded the scope of magic in the Age of Gods. It has already belonged to the scope of miracles - this is enough for them to leave a shadow of the Wandering Sea in this world for me."

"Is it okay to leak the magic you master? After all, even if they are magicians of the Wandering Sea, this time is already after the Common Era." Asclepius paused and sighed helplessly, "I remember... our mystery will no longer fade away just because it is known by others."

"And most of the magicians in the Wandering Sea... just like the alchemists in Atlas, they don't care much about other people's magic research." Lansemello blinked, thinking back to his past experience of studying in the Wandering Sea. "Not to mention that for me now, the bigger problem is that I have forgotten which faction of magician I belong to. The Wandering Sea is the same as the Clock Tower. Different factions have different areas."

"So what are you going back for?" Asclepius asked her.

"Let's go back and get some magic materials unique to the Age of Gods." Lansemello recalled the several research projects that were suspended in Chaldea and subtly shifted his gaze away from the waves. "Chaldea's warehouse doesn't have everything - even if we have the inventory that Fujimaru brought back from the anomaly, we still have to replenish some other material stocks."

“…I’m here.”

A huge mountain range broke through the waves and emerged from beneath the sea. The base of the magician group that studied the magic of the Age of Gods opened its doors to the magician who left the mountain range alone to travel far away - but the interior of the entire mountain range was empty. After moving into the Wandering Sea, all Lansemero had to do was to find the door that led to his destination from the five doors that were only open to the inside.

Lansemello stood in front of the five doors and performed a relatively simple magic with high-speed divine words. Then, among the five doors, the one that represented the regeneration of "Ganne" lit up in response to Lansemello's magic.

By the time Lansemero left the Wandering Sea again and went to Tunguska to pick up Aspros and Deftelos and return to the Sanctuary, it was already spring of 1769.

As they grow older, more Saints choose to withdraw from the possible direct battlefields in the future. The empty cloths in the sanctuary are piling up more and more. As the Pope, Shion has to take time out from his official duties to repair these cloths. The list of candidates waiting to be allocated cloths is also getting longer and longer under the observation of the Gold Saints.

So when Lancermello returned to the Sanctuary, the first thing that was handed to her was this long list. Shion, who was sitting in the pile of holy clothes, made his attitude very clear. The decision on whether to distribute holy clothes or not could not be delayed any longer. As for what to do after distributing the holy clothes, that would be a matter to be discussed in a later meeting.

"... Follow your normal process for distributing the Saint Cloths." Lansemello finished reading the long list they had written down, and his eyes subtly fell on the Saint Cloths beside Shion. "Then arrange tasks for them to die in a reasonable way and be hidden in the underworld by me. That being said, even if the next generation of Gold Saints is closely related to the future, I suggest that you at least bring a disciple who can repair the Saint Cloth."

"How many months have you not rested? Is this how you use Athena's blessing?"

"Ahem... But if we hide in the underworld--" Shion cleared his throat and was about to say something when he noticed that Lancermello's gaze moved towards him sinisterly like a snake. "Wait a minute, you recommended me to take in a Saint Armor Repairer as an apprentice, isn't it just to handle the follow-up work!?"

"That's just a joke." Lansemello sighed and turned to look outside. "Even if you really want to accept disciples, you can't - unless everyone else goes to the underworld in the future. But the subsequent plan is indeed related to the holy clothes - because if there are always vacant holy clothes, the number of people who need to be hidden will become more and more."

"If this is the case, even if we delay giving out the key pieces of clothing until the last minute, there is still a chance that something might go wrong."

"So...?" Shion stopped what he was doing and asked Lansemelo on behalf of his companions who were eavesdropping outside the Aries Palace.

"We also need to find a way to limit the number of holy clothes." Lansemello laid out his plan. "Because the holy clothes have life, I want to create a place similar to a ghost story to store the holy clothes. In short, it must be a place where few people go, and I will probably prepare some means to intimidate outsiders..."

"The location can be chosen in Jamil." Shion proposed to Lansemello, "Jamil's altitude is already very high, and apart from the Saints who need to repair their armor, no one else would normally go in - how about choosing this place? We can also let others make up some accompanying stories and legends to scare outsiders."

"Sure, but how high is Jamil's altitude?" Lansemello's thoughts have already expanded to what kind of illusion should be woven to hide the fact that these holy clothes are still alive. "This will not affect my choice - I am just more curious about the local altitude."

"It's a mountainous area with an altitude of more than 6,000 meters." Shion reported the local situation to Lansermello, "The people living there are basically professional armor repairers... But now the number of people is very small, I'm afraid that there won't be many people staying there in the future - at most, there will be a future Aries Gold Saint."

"It may be quite concealed..." Lansemello, who remembered Chaldea built on a 6,000-meter snow mountain, subtly looked away and continued to talk about the subsequent arrangements. "Let me hide the holy clothes and the new saints - the other work is still your part. Of course, in order not to affect the future needs - all the contents must still be kept secret from other members of the sanctuary."

"Is everything all right?"

"Well, we have no problem."