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Did you just curse me to be a virgin until I die?
"...No, no, right?" His companion guiltily averted his gaze, then suddenly realized what he'd done, sprang to his feet, pointed at the mid-level mage's nose, and incredulously cursed:
"So you stole the shoes that went missing from your neighbor's house last time? Damn it, you made me get a real dressing down when I visited you last time! You really made my life miserable!"
"..."
The mid-level mage was silent for a moment, then smiled awkwardly and asked in a low voice, "How about we let this go?"
The companion and the mid-level mage exchanged a glance, sighed silently, and turned their gaze toward the Titan Palace.
However, that light glance left him speechless and causing him to fall to the ground.
He opened his mouth wide, glanced at the mid-level mage who was also in a daze, tried to close his jaw, and swallowed hard.
A fourth source of information capable of detonating the magic network has appeared!
Chapter 355 The City of Titania Emerges!
"The key that conceals dark power..."
Latis recited half a sentence, then suddenly stopped, frowned, opened his eyes, and muttered:
"This won't do, the same joke has been used three times already..."
He scratched his head, abandoned the idea of referencing Cardcaptor Sakura, and glanced at the stone in his palm.
He obtained this stone, called "Proof of the Floating Island Family," in a previous simulation. At that time, because his strength was insufficient, he was unable to defend the floating island even after occupying it, so he had put it aside.
Now, he has enough strength to become a city lord. Although his strength is not yet comprehensive, and he claims to be a mage but is physically invincible, he is not afraid of being targeted by mages. If he can't beat them, he will use his magic!
He is now capable of protecting his own territory.
I can't believe it, a salaryman from Earth with anime and manga background is going to start running his own city.
Is this some kind of city skyline game?
No, I can't have that kind of mentality! As a man, I should treat everything that belongs to me properly!
Latis laughed and tossed the stone, catching it effortlessly without even needing to look at it.
Despite being built to facilitate contact with various factions, Titania is still the first house that belongs to me in both my past and present lives.
Although it's still a rough shell...
But suddenly I felt a sense of groundedness and confidence.
Latis shook his head, no longer dwelling on those trivial matters. He glanced at his curious teammates behind him, took a deep breath, and focused his consciousness on the stone in his hand.
Consciousness contacts, soul descends, magical essence resonates, a connection is established!
The proof of the floating island family... Synchronization complete!
The instant he completed the synchronization, he felt an unseen connection established between his consciousness and a certain island. Then, in his perception, the island began to rise with a roar!
"Come, my Titania, the city that truly belongs to me!"
Latis instinctively raised his hands, and amidst the electric-like excitement coursing through his spinal cord, he suddenly felt that he should shout something to warmly welcome this miraculous arrival.
After a moment's thought, he shouted:
"Praise Brother Niu!"
……
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"There hasn't been any interesting news lately..."
In a place bearing a striking resemblance to the London Daily News, four ancient and weathered pillars support a facade. Above the facade hangs a sign that reads "Floating Island Express News Agency," while below, several white ribbons sway gently, bearing the following inscriptions:
"The Yorozuya (Odd Jobs Shop)"
"Convenience stores sell everything."
"The Detective Agency investigates all kinds of trouble"
A tall, thin man wearing a deerskin hat stood under the fluttering white banners, took a puff of his pipe with a somewhat bewildered look, and then realized that the tobacco in the pipe had all burned out.
"Damn it, all they do is fight these ridiculous ranking battles. In the end, they're still just average low-level players. They've completely extinguished my ambitions."
He took off his pipe and slammed it hard against the pillar beside him, adding another layer of weariness to the pillar that had just been replaced last week.
After making sure the ash was emptied, he took out a copy of the London Daily and wiped the pipe inside and out. Then he rolled the newspaper into a ball, stuffed it into the pipe, and put it back in his pocket.
"How boring!"
The tall, thin man shouted something, then turned and asked rapidly into the newspaper office:
"What have those Londian counterparts been up to lately? Isn't there anything fun to do in Londia?"
“Uh… Mr. Drecia.” The editorial assistant, dressed in plain clothes, exchanged glances with those around him for a moment, then pointed to the tall, thin man’s pocket and said, “You took the latest issue of the London Daily this morning, and it seems to be in your pipe now…”
"Oh, I forgot."
Without batting an eye, Drecia pulled out his pipe, dug out a newspaper, and turned back to explain:
"As you all know, the news in the London Daily is rather bland, so it's very useful for cleaning and dust prevention."
"Yes, yes, yes..." The editor's assistant's lips twitched, not daring to complain, and quickly returned to his workstation.
Drecia unfolded the newspaper, sat on the steps of the Express newspaper office, and began to read the latest issue of the London Daily.
As the head of the Floating Island Express, Dresia and the Lundia Daily News have frequent interactions, but they don't think much of each other, probably because they are in the same industry.
Of course, it's also possible that the head of the daily newspaper prefers to smoke modern electronic cigarettes rather than traditional pipes, which led to Drecia's criticism of the Londia Daily News.
However, the workers on both sides got along very well. Not only that, they even started calling each other by the same names as their respective bosses.
The head of the daily newspaper was named Gulatia. He was usually quite authoritative, so the workers gave him a nickname: Brother Gu.
As for Drecia, who was tall, he was naturally called Gao De.
The headquarters of the Floating Island Express is located on the receiving island of the Floating Island, where all visitors to the Floating Island can be seen. As a news agency, it is natural to be at the very center of the vortex.
However, there is actually another reason.
The reason why the guiding island can easily establish teleportation arrays with all the floating islands is because it is the first section of the shattered "Path to Godhood" and has an inextricable connection with all the islands.
Such a place would not be suitable to be handed over to any family. Therefore, decades ago, with the mediation of the Goddess Church, the completely neutral Floating Island Express Agency was put in charge of the management and construction of the receiving island.
"What kind of 'hot-blooded turtle head'... oh, turtle head restaurant. The Londians still love these kinds of attention-grabbing little tricks."
Drecia frowned, muttered a comment about the newspaper headline, shook her head, and continued reading.
"Alice's Welfare Home... seems to be the residence of that dragon knight from a while ago. I wonder what she's been up to lately. Should we send someone to follow up and report on her?"
"Two reporters from the daily newspaper are missing? Do you even have rice noodles? You're making news out of this? The foreign correspondents from Londia can't do anything big, whatever..."
"The mage Herod is planning to recruit magic apprentices... Hmm??"
Theresa paused for a few seconds, then rubbed her eyes.
"Could they be survivors of Herod City? That's unlikely. Before Herod City fell, all the elves who were called had already returned to the city. Even if there were a small group who fled abroad, their bloodline concentration would be almost non-existent. How could they possibly cultivate into high-level mages?"
After thinking for a moment, he came to a conclusion:
"They're probably humans whose ancestors were Herod elves, and they want to use an ancient surname to commemorate Herod City. It's nothing serious."
"In the end, nothing much happens on the floating islands... Sigh, boring."
Drecia shook his head and was about to continue reading when a tremor suddenly struck his mind. He was startled and immediately threw down the newspaper, rushing to the center of the island.
There, the "Proof of the Floating Island Family" suspended on the huge display stand was trembling slightly, as if something new was establishing a connection with it from a certain direction.
"That is……"
Drecia stared blankly in the direction of the shaking stone, then subconsciously pulled out his pipe from his pocket and shakily put it into his mouth.
"A new floating island has risen in the eastern part of Lundia?!"
"No new floating islands have been born for over twenty years. Who could it be...? Could it be Queen Norard? Or perhaps, Lady Oriana of Lundia..."
He swallowed hard, stared in that direction, unconsciously rubbed a small flame between his fingers, and took a deep drag on his cigarette.
"...Cough cough cough! Holy crap!"
The small flame burning through her lungs caused Drecia's face to scrunch up instantly. Clutching her pipe, she glanced with a strained expression at the mouthpiece, which had been forgotten to be filled with tobacco.
At that moment, he suddenly thought that the magic e-cigarette was not bad either.
……
"Kore wa, kore wa..."
In a corner at the bottom of the deep pit of the floating island, the dwarf king, holding a glass of ale, watched the slowly rising floating island and fell into deep thought.
Strange, he didn't press the remote control, and he didn't seem to have blacked out from drinking. How did he suddenly see the floating island take off?
The dwarf king took a sip of the tasteless ale and sat down silently on the ground.
It wasn't that he didn't want to chase after it, he just didn't realize it in time. By the time he came to his senses, the floating island had already exceeded the height he could jump.
"Our ancestors are above, what's going on lately? I really can't understand this world anymore."
The Dwarf King recalled the young dwarf who had fallen from the deep pit earlier, and for a moment he felt a little uneasy.
The dwarves are clearly a bunch of shut-ins, and when they were called back to the capital before, very few of them actually went. Now, some young dwarves are calling themselves "travelers"? Is this still Atlantis? What are they doing here?
Sigh, have times changed?
The Dwarf King sighed and began to wonder who had stolen the floating island that he had suppressed with the Royal City.
Could it be the Church of the Goddess? But they basically don't manage matters concerning the lower floating islands, so it's unlikely they want a new floating island.
Could it be Orianna from Lundia? Is the Mage Guild expanding its influence to the floating islands?
He shook his head. Although he couldn't think of a new candidate for the time being, he was certain that the one who had taken his floating island must be an extremely large and ancient force. Otherwise, it would have been impossible to find the "Floating Island Family Certificate" in this boundless pit.
The dwarf king finished the rest of the ale in one gulp and casually tossed the glass into the nearby trash heap.
The rise of the floating island is due to the slow accumulation of fragments of the "Path to Godhood". Generally, the "Floating Island Family Certificate" will only appear when the island is about to rise out of the pit. At that time, the families guarding outside will fight tooth and nail for the new island.
Perhaps it's because the new island hasn't appeared for so long that some families dare to venture into the deep pit to search for it. In any case, if they can find the "Proof of the Floating Island Family," then they must be an extremely powerful family.
He glanced at the pitch-black space outside the royal city and frowned deeply.