Chapter 933 Proverb <TOC> Chapter 935 Nielson
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This was the first time Drew had seen a river as grand and awe-inspiring.
The vast and roaring waters surged towards the horizon, where the sun was setting. On this perpetually raging river, there were no glimpses of shimmering ripples, only massive waves and a shroud of mist that obscured the sky.
From where he stood, he could not see the other side of the river.
“Is this really a river?” Drew managed to stammer out. As a former sailor on a cargo ship, he had witnessed the fury of the open sea and the perilous creatures lurking within. But even these terrifying moments were interspersed with moments of tranquility. The sea, at times, sparkled beautifully under the sunlight, enveloped by gentle breezes. It wasn’t constantly in a state of climax.
But this river was different. It seemed as though it had been roaring since time immemorial, never ceasing.
Drew had always felt a strong affinity for the water element, but he had not noticed it until he had left the Old Land Continent. When he emerged from the planar passage, he immediately felt the lively water elements around him. However, before he could revel in the feeling, the usually benign water elements started to go berserk.
Especially standing by this massive river, Drew felt the water elements in their most ferocious form.
Drew was stunned.
He was not alone. Vonman and Guina were also shivering on the riverbank. Their trembling was not just because of the cold, damp weather, but also out of reverence for nature and fear of this massive river.
“This is the Snow Agate River. It flows straight from the Principality of Arelle to the Paramjit Plateau, acting as a tributary for the Perennially Frozen River of Paramjit,” Angel explained.
“Just a tributary?” The group glanced at each other in disbelief. How wide would the main river be then?
The mist from the river obscured the sunlight.
Suddenly, a beam of light flashed across the sky. The brilliant light pierced through the mist, casting its radiant gaze upon them.
Looking up, they witnessed a breathtaking sight.
A massive floating continent was slowly drifting in the sky. Even from this distance, they could see lush forests and verdant mountains shrouded in clouds, along with lofty buildings scattered far and wide.
They had seen Cloud Soil back at Pat Manor, but compared to this floating continent, it was like comparing heaven and earth.
Moreover, what stunned them the most wasn’t merely the floating continent, but what they saw beside it: radiant figures with pristine white wings, seemingly “human”, shifting alongside the slowly moving airborne landmass.
The blinding light they had seen earlier stemmed from these winged beings, journeying aboard radiant golden chariots reminiscent of the sun itself.
“Is this the Vast Continent? A transcendental world…”
While Vonman and Guina were still aghast at this divine cosmos that turned their worldviews topsy-turvy, Drew, who was more worldly, suddenly queried, “Lord Pat, these people… do they somehow resemble that one from before?”
What Drew referred to as “that one” was the Demeter at the Pat Manor.
The Demeter was a fusion of a feathered race partially metamorphosing into a tree, so it did indeed bear significant relevance to the sky-borne feathered race.
“They are related, but not as much as you think.” Angel paused, “Or rather, the connection with this feathered race tribe isn’t as strong.”
Angel wasn’t unfamiliar with this feathered race tribe. He had heard previously that north of the Paramjit Plateau, there resided a feathered race tribe, self-proclaimed as the Paramjit Feathered Tribe. Interestingly, this tribe and the Savage Grottoes maintained a harmonious relationship. Consequently, a number of wizards from the Savage Grottoes refrained from utilizing the Demeter out of respect for them.
However, Angel remembered that this Paramjit Feathered Tribe was supposed to stay on the Paramjit Plateau. The present Earth Domain was situated in the Arelle Principality. Although it was close to the Paramjit Plateau, there was actually quite a distance between them.
As Angel mulled over this puzzle, the skyborne glow suddenly drew closer.
“Eh, someone’s coming down from the sky?” Drew pointed skyward, his face a mask of surprise.
Angel looked up and sure enough, several of the feathered races were flapping their wings, descending rapidly towards their location. They seemed like golden meteors crashing towards Earth.
Within moments, three members of the feathered race tribe stood before Angel.
Countless white feathers, akin to snowflakes, fell around everyone, a scene breathtakingly beautiful and surreal.
“You all are…” A square-faced, stern-looking male feathered race began to speak. After uttering a few words, he seemed to perceive some inappropriateness and revised his address, “We sensed a spatial fluctuation here, so we came down to investigate.”
After he finished speaking, he assessed Angel and the others. Aside from Angel, everyone else looked like ordinary individuals.
“The spatial fluctuation was due to the opening of a planar passage in this location,” Angel briefly explained. He didn’t elaborate further about the specifics of the situation.
The existence of a planar passage here implied the presence of official wizards safeguarding these individuals; simultaneously, this thought emerged in the minds of the three feathered beings. The male feathered race exchanged a glance with his male comrade, sensing that there was no need to unnecessarily complicate matters at this juncture.
“Since the disturbance is due to a planar passage, that’s all right. I feared it was… ahem, we won’t disturb you any further,” he said, preparing to bid his leave. However, as he was about to exit, a sound abruptly wafted from behind him.
“I sense the breath of nature in you, is it the Demeter?” The voice was incredibly melodious, with each syllable echoing like divine music. The moment Demeter was mentioned, the brows of the two male feathered beings furrowed immediately, a glimmer of distaste in their eyes as they regarded Angel and his companions.
Angel, on the other hand, lifted his head, looking towards the one who had just spoken. It was a female of the feathered race, her golden hair and saintly features clothed in white sheer fabric, which fluttered with each gust of wind. Coupled with her wings sprouting from her back, she bore a resemblance to a divine emissary from the legends.
The image of this female feathered race had both Drew and Vonman gobsmacked. Even Guina, cradled in Vonman’s arms, was dazzled by the unearthly beauty of her same sex.
“Gabriel?”
Angel whispered a name under his breath, instantly sparking a shift in the atmosphere. The two male feathered races looked at Angel vigilantly, positioning themselves protectively in front of the female feathered race.
“Do you know me?” Gabriel’s voice was gentle, like a feather lightly grazing one’s heartstrings.
“I had the privilege of meeting you at Twilight Auction,” Angel responded coolly. This Gabriel was the same female feathered race who had attempted to auction herself off at Twilight Auction. However, there were no bidders, as the conditions to purchase her were terrifying.
Angel continued, “Where we were before, indeed there was a Demeter. However, it has no connection to your Paramjit feathered race tribe.”
“I see,” Gabriel murmured softly, her gaze fixed on Angel as if contemplating something.
“Lady Gabriel, since there’s no anomaly here, we should return,” the male feathered race spoke in a low voice.
A subtle sense of unease took hold of Angel’s heart as the word “anomaly” piqued his heightened senses. His mind began to draw disturbing connections with prior events.
“Hold on a moment,” came the voice of Gabriel. Her voice fell from the heavens like a feather before she herself descended gracefully from the mid-air. Her bare feet touched the dew-drenched grass, from where she walked towards Angel, each step leaving a lingering imprint on the mist-covered meadow.
In the face of Gabriel’s sudden genuflection, Angel and the two male winged beings were taken aback. “Gabriel… You… What are you…?” one of them stammered, his voice choked with surprise and disbelief.
“I offer myself to you. Will you accept me?” Gabriel’s voice was soft as a whisper, her gaze upon Angel was gentle, yet it was filled with an unspeakable tenderness.
Standing next to Angel, Drew could feel a strange numbness crawl up his spine. He thought to himself, surely no man could resist such an offer from a woman as captivating as Gabriel.
Yet, while Drew was lost in his reverie, a decisive answer shattered his thoughts. “No,” came Angel’s cold reply. Gabriel’s countenance faltered, the twinkle in her eyes dimming ever so slightly.
The two winged men, initially shocked, immediately glared at Angel upon hearing his rejection. Drew, however, looked at Angel with eyes wide in disbelief.
“Why?” Gabriel asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
“The King of the Night, Mudrik,” Angel responded, his tone as nonchalant as if he was discussing the weather.
Gabriel retorted, “With your status, you could do it one day.”
“But I don’t want to,” Angel responded without a second’s hesitation.
A moment of silence followed his words. Gabriel rose gracefully, dusting off the tiny green grass blades from her knees. “I apologize for my forwardness. Farewell.”
With that, Gabriel took to the sky, leading the two bewildered winged men away from the scene.
Angel exhaled softly, a mixture of disappointment and relief flooding over him. He had initially planned to probe deeper into the enigmatic “anomaly” they spoke of and understand why they intended to leave the Paramjit Plateau. But Gabriel’s unexpected proposition had disrupted his line of inquiry and he was left with more questions than answers.
“Lord Pat, just now you and that person…” Drew was at a loss for words and after a considerable pause, he asked, “Why would you refuse her?”
To put it another way, how could one have the audacity to turn down such a beauty as she humbly kneeled before them?
Angel responded with some annoyance, “In this world, there’s no such thing as a free lunch. Any visible advantage is inevitably coupled with risk. Take a person like Gabriel, for example. If you accept her, the next second she could ask you to kill a true knowledge wizard. Would you dare?”
The offer that Gabriel had initially proposed at Twilight Auction was that whoever could kill the “King of the Night”, Mudrik, would become her master.
With many wizards present at Twilight Auction, there were no shortage of people eyeing Gabriel, yet not a single one agreed. After all, nobody there was foolish enough.
Scratching his head, Drew responded, “I see, there are a lot of twists and turns in this matter.”
“I believe we’ve had our fill of the river, it’s time we move on.” Angel took out the Gondola, signaling for the others to depart.
As Angel ascended the Gondola and started heading towards the Paramjit Plateau, Guina, who was sitting in Vonman’s arms, suddenly asked, “Lord Pat, why would Gabriel suddenly strike up a conversation with you?”
Guina remembered Gabriel’s previous statement: given your status, you should be able to achieve it.
Then, what exactly is your status? Guina was quite intrigued by this.
Meanwhile, in the floating continent high in the sky, two male feathered race were asking Gabriel the same question, “Lady, who exactly was that man?” Is he someone worthy of you lowering your own status to plead with him?
“Him?” Gabriel was thoughtful for a moment, “A supernova who’s already shining, with boundless brightness in his future.”
The male feathered people still looked puzzled.
Gabriel smiled, “Perhaps you’ve heard his name, he’s called… Angel.”
……
Regarding Guina’s question, Angel did not provide a direct answer but deflected her curiosity with a few brief sentences.
Once the Gondola returned to silence, Angel began to revisit the events that had unfolded previously.
Not long ago, he was still at Pat Manor. His current appearance in the Arelle Principality was naturally due to Suis opening a planar passage to transport them there.
However, there was a slight hiccup when initiating the planar passage.
Suis had failed to locate the coordinates multiple times.
Angel could still recall Suis saying, “Huh? The space near the Paramjit Plateau seems a bit unstable. I’ll set your location a little further away. You can fly back on your own when the time comes.”
As such, they appeared in the Arelle Principality, which was adjacent to the Paramjit Plateau.
After Suis brought them here, he relayed a few instructions before returning to Pat Manor. Angel and the others stayed to recuperate from the aftereffects brought about by the planar passage. Unexpectedly, they encountered the Feathered Tribe.
Angel contemplated this series of events: the “anomaly” according to the Feathered Tribe, the migration of the floating islands, and the instability of space around the Paramjit Plateau.
He couldn’t help but sense a subtle connection among these three factors…