Little Soka flapped her wings, gliding across the starry night of the Astral Plane, using her little nose to find the location of the All-Knowing Tower.
The Flying Fortress was quiet, with only the Black Dragon sprawled atop a massive pile of treasure, comfortably snoring. The little angel landed in front of him, gently patting his eyelids with her small hands.
"Silly Black Dragon, are you still lazing around?" Soka pouted, hands on her hips, pretending to be angry: "Aren't you free now? You're so big yet you still won't live independently. Even I have already beco independent!"
The Black Dragon opened one eyelid, glanced at the angel, then closed it again. He comfortably pondered to himself: "Following Lynch allows to travel back and forth between worlds. He researches his Spells, I search for my treasures. Hehe, no one dares to cause trouble on the All-Knowing Tower, I am certainly not leaving!"
Little Soka saw that the Black Dragon wasn't listening to her, so she softly humd and flew away. She had more important matters to attend to this ti.
"Sister!" Soka flew into Zilvra's embrace, happily acting spoiled.
"Are you here to see , or your brother Lynch?" Zilvra smiled, stroking her sister's head. After Light God Pate returned, those angels who sacrificed themselves in the battle against the serpent were given life again, but Zilvra had no intention of eting her biological father.
Yilinrui heard the commotion and ca out of her room, holding several strange machine parts and Magic Materials. She glanced at little Soka, smiling as she said: "It's probably not just that. Our little angel seems more interested in the bountiful harvest from the fruit orchard."
Soka smacked her lips, her eyes filled with joyous light: "It's because that fruit Lynch brought back was so delicious..."
Zilvra gently tapped the angel's nose, then said: "Let's talk serious business first. Did you bring what I asked for?"
"Yes!" The angel chuckled and took out a big bottle from her Spatial Bag—a container she planned to use for the fruit—and proudly said: "I found this with great difficulty!"
The Elf Princess took one look and exclaid in a low voice: "Wine? You secretly brought wine?"
The little angel nodded, but her thoughts were already entirely focused on the fruit orchard of the All-Knowing Tower.
Eruiyes hung upside down from the eaves of the tower, having long heard the entire conversation clearly. A sly smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, and she muttered to herself in a voice that no one else could hear: "This way, I can save a bottle."
While everyone was plotting against Lynch's belongings, the Mage was chatting with Norton in the control room of the All-Knowing Tower. Everyone thought he was in the Magic Laboratory researching the tal disk Regula had given him, while Lynch was already planning which space to travel to next.
The Demon Statue giggled, for it had already sensed Lynch's thoughts.
"Do you really think, that I can be truly drunk now?" The Mage continued to think: "Well, I might as well play along and act..."
"Mage Tales" finally drew to a close here, and the possibility of a sequel is infinitely close to 0%.
Reflecting on the journey, there are many feelings in my heart. They're pretty much the sa few words: excitent, thrill, hesitance, loss, maybe a trace of helplessness. But now, everything in my heart is empty, leaving only two words: gratitude and anticipation.
By the end of the text, the book's clicks finally reached a million. Although I've never counted, this might be the slowest book to hit a million among books pushed at the top. But none of this matters, my confidence lies elsewhere. Whether it's a year, two years, or even ten years later, "Mage Tales" is still worth a read, and that's enough.
Maybe one day, when I have children, I can proudly brag to them: "My kid! Your dad has a work that hit a million, haha!" That's enough.
Onto the next book, continue to endure! Hahahahaha...
(Voiceover: The evil laughter persists, yet fades further away...)
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