Chapter 377 Fairy Epic <TOC> Chapter 379 Ciporak
Translator: SumTLMan
The Moonlit Tree, with branches and leaves forming a canopy, abundant tendrils and lush foliage, emitted a faint fragrance all year round.
The delicate village reminiscent of a fairytale—Woodbud Village—was built around a towering Moonlit Tree at its center. The traces of the village’s expansion could be seen under the tree shade, on the tree trunk, and even among the branches and vines.
How exquisite was Woodbud Village?
Each house was built using a mortise and tenon structure without a single nail. Each roof tile had intricate patterns, and even the invisible undersides of the eaves were adorned with exquisite carvings.
Houses on the tree trunk, under the tree, and many ingenious “elevators” connected them. In addition, they suspended fan leaves to create wind-powered generators, showcasing the craftsmanship of the Kulakuka tribe to the extreme.
At the time when cooking smoke curled up, the residents of Woodbud Village were preparing meals in their homes. A green, graceful shadow raced down the mountain, as fast as a fleeting fairy in the jungle.
“Babaya, why are you coming back so late today?” An old man smoking a pipe greeted her with a smile. At that moment, a plump aunt with flour-covered hands walked out of the room and glared at her husband: “Babaya is going to Ciporak to participate in the grand festival tomorrow, so what’s wrong with practicing more?”
Having scolded her husband, the plump aunt smiled kindly at Babaya: “Babaya, today I made moonlit leaf cakes, why don’t you come and try some?”
Babaya’s face was a bit pale, and she managed a smile for the plump aunt: “No need, I still have to go home and pack.”
The plump aunt could only nod regretfully.
On the way, Babaya received countless goodwill from the villagers: “You are the only bard in our Woodbud Village, you must bring glory to our village!”
Babaya’s mind was in turmoil, but facing her friendly neighbors, she could only force a smile.
When Babaya returned home, her grandmother had already prepared lunch, and showed a kind smile at the table: “You’re back? Come and eat, today I made you cheese moonlit fruit buns, but only this once, as a farewell treat.”
Babaya had no appetite for her usual favorite cheese fruit buns, and with tears in her eyes, she rushed to her grandmother’s side: “Grandma, I’m scared…”
“Babaya? What’s wrong?”
Trembling, Babaya sobbed: “When I was practicing singing on the mountain just now, I found a foreign…”
Babaya suddenly stopped, realizing that her beloved grandmother was now speaking in a clear and refreshing male voice: “What did you find?”
Not long ago, Babaya had found this voice pleasant, but now, it sounded eerie, as if falling from the height of summer into the chill of winter.
Babaya stiffly looked up at her grandmother, only to see that the kind, wrinkled face had transformed into a handsome young face… It was the young man she had seen not long ago, Angel!
Terrified, Babaya collapsed to the ground, and then her grandmother’s gentle voice came again: “Babaya? What’s wrong? Is it too much pressure?”
Babaya’s gaze became dazed, and the person in front of her turned back into her beloved grandmother.
Was it an illusion?
Babaya was helped up by her grandmother, who gently patted the dust off her clothes, speaking words filled with a mix of reproach and instruction, but also brimming with pity and indulgence.
How could her grandmother, speaking to her with such a tone, be fake?
Still, Babaya was a little worried and tentatively said, “Grandma, I was just on the mountain…”
Before she could finish her words, she heard a series of eerie laughter. Turning her head, she saw her own shadow stretching and changing, opening a sinister and evil grin.
Babaya, frightened, retreated continuously until she was cornered against the wall, her body soaked in cold sweat.
“Babaya? What’s wrong with you today?” her grandmother’s voice came.
But Babaya dared not speak anymore. She knew… those two people would not give her a chance to reveal the truth.
At the same time.
Not far from Woodbud Village, on a hillside, two figures hid and watched the lush Moonlit Tree from afar.
“Surprisingly, she didn’t faint from fear and managed to calm down. This young girl has a good ability to withstand pressure.” said the voice of Shadow.
“With such a small body, she dared to perform a full play in front of extraordinary beings. Her psychological quality is higher than you think.” Angel said, not sarcastically but sincerely praising.
Although Angel was discussing Babaya with Shadow, his attention was mainly focused on the delicate Woodbud Village.
The artistry of the Kulakuka tribe had only appeared in urban legends until Angel saw it with his own eyes. The books merely mentioned it briefly, but in reality, it could be described as a masterpiece.
The Kulakuka tribe, small in stature but possessing great wisdom.
“Let’s go. After this scare, she won’t dare to cause trouble again.” Shadow called out.
Angel nodded, turned around, and left, leaving the miniature village, resembling a toy, behind him.
Perhaps this was a somewhat fairytale-like dream, where adults entered the world of little people, and little people encountered adult affairs. Who was the protagonist and who was the supporting character? Only those who read fairytales would know.
“Fairytale World is indeed fascinating.”
Angel now understood why many wizards, besides writing their legacy, enjoyed travelogues. It wasn’t out of idleness but because the world was genuinely fascinating.
As one’s horizons expand, so do their perspectives. The way of thinking would no longer be limited, which was probably the main purpose of traveling, aside from seeking opportunities.
…
From Babaya’s words, they learned the location of Ciporak.
In a world full of floating islands, Ciporak was located right in the center and was the central point around which all the floating islands revolved.
Shadow traveled to Ciporak to sneak into the Inner World during the grand festival. Angel went to Ciporak for the laws of this Wizard Garden in the Wizarding World.
Logically, the power of the garden’s laws should be diffused throughout the entire garden in varying concentrations, as long as they are not completely consumed. However, since they entered this garden, Angel had not felt any fluctuations of the laws. – Or rather, he did not sense any abnormal forces. So, were the laws consumed?
Even if the diffused power of the laws was consumed, the source of the laws must exist. Because as long as the source of the laws is given a little time, it will emit the power of the laws again, so no wizard would consume the source of the laws; that would be draining the pond to catch the fish.
The source of the laws is generally located at the center of the Wizard Garden.
—Coincidentally, Ciporak was at the very center of the entire Wizard Garden.
Having the same goal, the two naturally set off together.
Along the way, Shadow actively chatted with Angel, seemingly discussing ordinary topics, but Shadow was more interested in probing the story behind Angel.
In particular, Shadow was very interested in the “Opulent Nightmare Domain.” and the topic always revolved around it. From discussing whether the Nightmare Domain was an “illusion” or “reality.” to the floating Teacup Band. Shadow talked energetically, all by himself.
Perhaps seeing Angel being too cold, Shadow suddenly changed the topic.
“Speaking of which, you mentioned ‘Akesacresia’ of the Giant Serpent Nation earlier. I heard a rumor about this place from a formal wizard.”
“Do formal wizards also care about the rumors of mortal nations?”
Angel, who had been silent for a long time, finally responded. Shadow hooked the corner of his mouth and smiled: “Mortal nation rumors are not necessarily aimed only at mortals, right?”
“How come I feel that you are very interested in Akesacresia?” Shadow asked.
“Perhaps.” Angel gave an ambiguous answer, leaving Shadow unsure how to continue probing.
Shadow: “This rumor is actually recorded in many places. But most of them are vague and make no sense. However, the senior wizard who told me this rumor gave it a solid confirmation-“
Shadow paused and asked, “Have you ever heard of the Laudsourcians?”
“Laudsourcians? What is this, a humanoid race?” Angel asked, puzzled.
Shadow carefully sensed Angel’s emotions, finding no emotional fluctuations, and his expression was slightly regretful. He originally thought that Angel’s concern for Akesacresia was due to this rumor. It seemed that this was not the case.
“They are not a humanoid race; they are humans. But a special and rare type of human.”
Just as animals have classifications, humans have their own too. The human category is actually just humans, with a fundamental difference from humanoid races.
In the Southern Region, the mainstream race was the “Knowers.” and Angel was one of them. However, there were other races in the Southern Region as well, such as the Karabians, who possessed an intense curiosity about life, and the Lowesyans, who lived in the Inner World, were fierce in their ways, and generally shorter than the Knowers.
These were the races that Angel had heard of or seen.
However, Angel had never heard of the Laudsourcians mentioned by Shadow.
“The Laudsourcians were incorporated into the races twenty thousand years ago, with a very narrow distribution. They were initially discovered in primitive highland tribes. The Laudsourcians, in terms of abilities, intelligence, and physique, were quite similar to the Knowers. However, the Laudsourcians were particularly favored by the great will, and the wise among them could even obtain some extraordinary prophecies from the great will.”
“When a race is too prominent, it will inevitably attract jealousy. Because of their abilities, the fate of the Laudsourcians was quite similar to that of the Kulakuka tribe. They were captured, consumed, studied, and eventually declared extinct ten thousand years ago.”
“But the wizard who told me about the Laudsourcians once said that a thousand years ago, in the Serpent Kingdom of Akesacresia, there were still a small number of Laudsourcians. Unfortunately, with the advent of the Whiskas Royal Court, the news of the Laudsourcians never appeared again. Perhaps they were scattered among the wizards, or perhaps they vanished in the tide of history amidst the chaos of war.”
After finishing, Shadow sighed slightly. The extinction of a race naturally led to a search for their origin and a sense of lament. Perhaps the origin of humanity was an extinct race—who could truly know?
After listening, Angel couldn’t help but think of Totoro.
He had seen many corpses in Hippocrates, all of which were Knowers. Although Totoro came from Hippocrates, he had too many secrets, and Angel could not be sure of Totoro’s identity. Moreover, Angel had discovered three small protrusions at Totoro’s tailbone, resembling a tail.
This could be a mutation or a throwback, or perhaps Totoro was not a Knower at all.
As for whether Totoro could be the Laudsourcians mentioned by Shadow… It shouldn’t be such a coincidence, right?