The wind blows from the sea, and the sails flutter with the wind.

The needle rain hits the face like tiny hail, causing pain.

The water pouring into Lake Halua was shimmering and fluctuated in the wind and rain.

"Dear guest, please, please, the boat is ready."

Hearing the captain's call, the ranger Planda from Mokou Town sighed. He was tired of sea travel. As long as he could step on the stable embankment and paving the stone road, even for a short while, he would be ecstatic.

But when he thought of going back to the swaying deck, his stomach felt uncomfortable.

He set out from Longhu Lake in the Kingdom of Cormier, took a boat along the Star-falling Sea and passed through many chaotic seas and canals ruled by pirates, and then passed through the vast sea of ​​glory and barren coasts one after another.

For more than half a year, he spent all kinds of ships, facing wild storms, deep-sea monsters, and even many dangers that were enough to sweep the ship into the deep sea.

But he had to do so, and he had to deliver the letter from the Lord Lord to himself to the Temple of Mistra in the magical kingdom of Harua.

Haligad, the former capital of the Kingdom of Halua.

It is completely different from other capitals in the world. At the Harlegaard port, travelers who arrive by sea will immediately take the next ship after they get ashore at the port. It is a slender ship with a high bow but much shorter stern, traveling through magical drives several oars.

Planda walked onto the boat and the captain who was waiting for him to greet him immediately.

Their ships left the port and headed towards Halayakh, the new capital, located along the coast of Lake Halua, where the oars were neatly paddled the water surface, and the boats began to move and their speed gradually increased.

Planda stood at the bow of the boat, staring at the sky boat that was leisurely passing by from time to time, keeping silent.

Since he would arrive at the destination of this trip at the next stop, he began to recall what the Lord of the Lord told him about the Magic Kingdom.

Halua is located in the southeast of the mainland, and is a mysterious area full of magic, rumors, and legends.

For Planda, who had not yet known it.

The myths and stories of the South are incredible, and every inhabitant here is a wizard? The kingdom of halfling? The surface kingdom ruled by dark elves?

But in the south, these are not only facts that truly exist, but also more unknown things.

Even so, in the impression of the world, the southernmost part of the mainland is still a remote, remote, harsh and hostile country.

In the Kingdom of Cormier and Sambia, some people will use "Get out of the jungle of Chult and Tindor!" instead of "Go to hell!" The master will say to the disobedient apprentice: "If you don't like me, get out of Halua and be a wizard, no one will stop you." The professor will scold unruly students like this: "Don't bring the etiquette of the pirates of Dambres here!" Even when the son of a farmer criticized his ancestors' plowing and fallow system, he will often be hit back: "You are so capable, why don't you go to Halua and be a wizard?"

In short, whoever doesn’t like tradition can go to the south of the mainland.

In Planda's impression, the magical kingdom of Halua, a kingdom established by the remnants of Neseril, was once a secluded demon French.

They are warlike and old-fashioned, very conservative, and have a strong sense of defense against outsiders.

However, in the introduction of their Lord Lord, he understood what the real magic kingdom was.

During the "Ofa Catastrophe" period in the last century, the Kingdom of Halua was once considered to be destroyed by this disaster.

In fact, the fundamental reason why people think so is mainly because the prophets of Halua foresaw this disaster in advance. After the death of the magic goddess Misterra, their wizards used raging blue fire to safely teleport their country to Abel, Torrell's twin world, as well as other small worlds in the sky of the kingdom.

After the end of the ‘Ofa Catastrophe’, the Harua people who returned home to understand what happened in the world in the century they disappeared.

They no longer stayed in the country, and the famous Halua sky ships and water carriers began to set sail from their homes again and again, looking for other forces and races everywhere, and actively establishing trade routes and political connections.

It is precisely this reason that the magic kingdom of reform and opening up gradually became stronger and more prosperous.

The most obvious sign of their improvement in national strength is that their export trade volume is increasing.

In the last century, people always said that "Harua's only wealth is sand and sea water."

But after the wizards built salt factories through alchemy and magical technology, this joke was no longer a joke: the Kingdom of Harua almost monopolized the glass and salt markets in the south and central parts of the mainland.

Tens of thousands of people and various races began to use glass containers with the logo of the Halua Magic Workshop to season the soup with the fine salt they produced.

There are also many spellcasters who adhere to the so-called "unrealistic" and "crazy" theories.

There are magicians and inventors who firmly believe that they can break the rut of mainstream views and create revolutionary new machinery and equipment, some wizards who believe that building dams with magic is not blasphemous, and some wizard merchants who believe that seeking profits is not based on borders and races, and they must abandon their own ideas and short-sighted eyes.

There are even farmers and farmers who believe that barren land can be transformed into fertile land through magic, and in the hot climate, they can also breed large quantities of livestock.

Even the miners and geologists in Halua believe that since the appearance is so barren, there must be treasures hidden inside, because nature has always been known for its balance.

This is the case. The wall of Halua surrounding the kingdom, the deserted mountains and hills, are solid evidence.

There is indeed this treasure hidden there.

A quarter of a century has passed, the benefits Harua gained from using mineral resources exceed the sum of the entire southern countries of the continent.

They use mechanical puppets, this efficient constructed organism, mined and processed iron ore, second only to the Golden Dwarf of the Great Rift Valley.

However, even the dwarves in the Great Rift Valley had to import precious metals from Harua to make alloys.

Just like the slogan of the wizard tower in Mokou Town when recruiting apprentices: Knowledge changes destiny, and magic creates the future.

The fundamental reason why Halua can become powerful and wealthy is their huge group of spellcasters.

Harua people have received public education since childhood, at least until they are thirteen years old.

At the age of five, students with magical talents will also screen for magical talents, and those with the worst talent will master the most basic zero-ring tricks around fifteen years old.

Although it doesn't necessarily require practicing magic to live comfortably in Halua, it still helps.

Because those who can cast spells will be regarded as ‘talents’, even if they do not use their own talents.

It is this educational system that allows one-third of the Harua people, with a population of about 1.6 million, to cast spells, and about two-thirds of them have some magical knowledge.

Therefore, life in the city of Halua was touched by magic in many ways.

Their houses have at least some built-in magic enhancements, such as magic street lights, and the favorite practice of coastal cities is to use coral growth spells to create ‘walls’ with magic-generated corals.

Spells that produce glitter and pleasant sounds are often woven into exquisite fabrics to enhance their aesthetics.

Strange travel methods, such as flying carpets or airships, are commonplace.

In Halua, people everywhere are spared no effort to show off their abilities and wealth.

"You should pay attention to the route, the captain, not the spaceship in the sky, or your boat should go to the shallows." A young wizard dressed in a scholar interrupted Planda's deep thoughts.

"Oh, we are close to Halayah. Look, we can see the big wooden barrel!" The wizard shouted in his arms, holding the book.

The fog on Lake Halua was already much thinner at this time. Planda followed the little wizard's gaze and saw the hills and swamp meadows on the river bank on the right, and a higher part of the elevated canal called "big wooden barrels".

"Gentlemen, that is a set of sewer purification equipment and automatic sediment traps of magical experimental nature." The wizard of Halua holding the book boasted:

"It is a great success in magical science and an important achievement of our Arcane Academy. We invented magic purification devices and automatic sediment traps, and placed them on lakes and canals. These magical devices have begun to popularize the sediment channels of the academies, towns, surrounding villages and farms. This magical device that looks like a big wooden barrel is an automatic sediment trap. This is a great success in magical science..."

"Hey! Little guy, stop showing off, bow your head, bow your head!"

The captain hid at the door of the cabin and shouted to the guests on the deck: "That thing exploded last year, but the feces collapsed on the mouse island in the center of the lake. The taste was so fucking sour. It actually wiped out the mutant rat disease on the island that made wizards headache."

The barge passed through the lake, and the tower-like automatic sediment trap disappeared into the mist, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

About an hour, they finally arrived at the port.

Stepping into the capital of Halua, the magical kingdom, Planda was shocked to be in place.

This city is completely shrouded in a magical atmosphere, with incredibly bright street views.

More than a dozen tall towers with a quaint manner penetrated straight into the sky, the foundations were made of pure white rocks, and the violet spires were surrounded by gold edgings.

Many spires have glittering stones circling around, and large parquet glass windows bring bright sunlight into the interior.

Flowers were in full bloom in the garden, and various strange flowers and plants emitted a burst of rich fragrance from nature, which made him almost dizzy.

Or, what made him feel like this was the strong magical pulsation in the air here?

As soon as he entered the city, Planda immediately felt that he was so ordinary and extremely dirty.

He also saw the most famous Arcane Academy in the Magic Kingdom.

The college is surrounded by high walls, and the vast noisy and busy city is built around its walls with the college as the center.

This is a colorful magical city with narrow streets and sharp roofs.

The capital of the kingdom, Halayah, relies on the Arcane Academy, and the students, lecturers, scholars, researchers and the twelve most powerful elders of the Elders of the Elders.

Those people rely on magic and knowledge, as well as everything related to the magic learning process.

In Halayakh, it is the by-product of magic theory and experiments that bring business opportunities and huge profits.

Planda walked on a bustling street and headed towards the temple of the magic goddess Mistera, passing through magic workshops, research rooms, stalls and magic shops of all sizes.

There is no doubt that, thanks to the magic of the Arcane Academy, tens of thousands of wonderful goods that are difficult to find in the world are produced and sold in these places, their functions are either incredible or meaningless.

He passed by hotels, taverns, stands, magic huts, counters and portable magic barbecue grills. Those places were filled with exquisite dishes with good flavor. Under the influence of magic, not only the dishes themselves, but also the seasonings, side dishes and spices were unique in the world.

This is Halayah, the capital of the magical kingdom of Halua.

The wise and wise wizards drew little by little theories in the Arcane Academy that seemed boring and useless to build such a colorful, cheerful, noisy and pleasant magic city.

It is also a city full of entertainment, with celebrations never stopping, festivals never ending, and carnivals never ending.

The streets here echoed with music and singing day and night, and the crisp collision of goblets and big beer mugs, because as we all know, there is no more thirsty job than acquiring knowledge.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Although the principal of the Arcane Academy strictly prohibits students and mentors from drinking and having fun before dusk, the Harua people still drink and revel in the day and night, because it is well known that if something is more thirsty than acquiring knowledge, it is probably a partial or complete prohibition of drinking.

Planda continued on, passing by the tall ‘Grand Witch’ brothel, knowing that there would be some exquisite magical services that were simply unavailable in other places.

For a moment, his rationality and pleasure instincts arguing.

In the end, rationality won.

Planda, who had spent more than half a year of sailing life, sighed and continued to walk towards the Arcane Academy, trying her best to avoid the tavern where laughter and joy came.

The belief in the magic kingdom of Halua is mainly based on the magic goddess Mistra and the magic god Azus. The huge group of spellcasters makes it the largest temple of Mistra in the world.

But Planda learned from their lords that the largest temple was not in the Arcane Academy, but Mount Taras on the Wall of Harua.

There included a majestic worship site to inspire awe, and a complex and huge caves where the magical knowledge of the Halua wizards has been safely stored for centuries.

It is said that this complex temple has a certain degree of organization - any wizard, when conducting research on any magical things, just stay in a mysterious cave in the temple and conducting diligent research for no more than five years, and you can find the answer you want.

However, Planda had no intention of going to Mount Taras.

Because according to the tasks arranged by the Lord of the Lord, he only needs to hand over the items to the priest of the Temple of Halayah, even if he completes the purpose of his trip.

He walked straight to the Arcane Gate, which is the main entrance of the Arcane Academy.

According to the instructions of the Lord, he quickly completed the procedures and stated that his purpose of coming to the Arcane Academy was mainly to go to the Temple of Mistera to worship the goddess of magic. The roadblocker felt relieved without any doubt.

He walked through the Arcane Gate and a completely different world appeared before him.

The college is completely different from a city composed of ordinary buildings, and it is not like a town, where every inch of land is worth a lot of money.

Everything here is full of magical atmosphere.

The spacious alleys are covered with colorful glowing gravel, with small pleasing mage towers on both sides, as well as hollowed-out fences, walls, fences, canals, bridges, flowerbeds and green parks.

Everything appears clean, peaceful and solemn - any form of trade and paid services are prohibited here, let alone entertainment.

Students stroll through the alleys, focusing on reading large books and sheepskin scrolls.

Others sit on benches, lawns and in flower beds, discuss their own magic assignments, or play brain-repeated games like "odd or even".

The magic professors also wandered around, chatting or arguing enthusiastically, without losing their manners and style. However, some professors stared at the female students' buttocks from time to time, betrayed their demeanor.

Planda did not waste time, and quickly walked through the maze-like alleys and hedges to his destination: the temple of the magic goddess Mistera.

The temple is located on a cliff to the west, and the east is a rushing river.

From a distance, the colonnade-like temple is magnificent and magnificent, built on both sides of the north and south with its back against the mountain walls, as if it was sandwiched between the mountains.

Planda followed a pebbled path to the entrance of the temple, in front of a huge oak gate.

There is a simple large female statue on the left side of the gate.

The female statue wears a head ring on its head, and a circular emblem is inlaid with seven blue and white stars surrounding the mist in the center.

As soon as he stepped into the temple, a low-level priest about thirty years old came up with him, with a kind and kind smile on his face, friendly and charming.

"Ri'an, my friend, may Misterla's blessing be with you."

"If you want to follow the footsteps of the Mother of Magic, you can know the goddess' residence in any place on the earth."

"Are you coming to the temple for treatment? Or are you trying to alleviate the suffering of illness? The dedication required to pray for the goddess' blessing is very competitive." As he said, a smile that might have been called "tactical".

"I am an envoy from the Kingdom of Cormier." Planda said to the priest as the Lord's instructions, "I have a very important token that needs to be handed over to Elder Arad, one of the twelve elders' councils of Halayah."

"Elder Arad of the Elders Council?" The priest put away his amiable smile and said hesitantly, "I'm very sorry, the temple affairs are too busy. You must know that it's hard for the goddess to be distracted by ordinary things..."

Planda quietly handed the priest a purse containing about 500 gold coins.

"Oh! It turns out it's Elder Arad, I remembered it." The priest took the purse and quickly changed his words, "Have you heard of his name too? The Elder Halua, who is known for his wisdom and perseverance, is an amazing figure in Halayakh."

"Praise Mistera, I ask you to hand this item in person to Elder Arad." Planda looked at the statue of the magic goddess and said devoutly.

"No problem." The pastor solemnly took the token and smiled, "May Mistera's blessing be with you."

Planda left the temple, found a hotel nearby, and began to wait patiently.

Because he knew that the mysterious elder Halua could not reply to him so quickly.

During the long wait, about half a month passed, a black kestrel appeared in his room with flapping its wings.

"Come with me, please come with me, from the Kingdom of Cormier."

The little bird with amber eyes said to him in a crisp voice, "My owner has received the token you sent and is preparing to teleportation magic to Mokou Town."
Chapter completed!