Chapter 1035: Chapter 1032: A Letter from His Majesty the King Chapter 1035: Chapter 1032: A Letter from His Majesty the King The current mariti technology was no longer the sa as when Liszt first arrived in this world. With his rise to wealth, he substantially developed shipbuilding technology, and under the guidance of the creative magician Inuit Truth, hybrid sailboats had successfully replaced square-rigged sailboats.
Therefore, what originally required a seven to eight-day voyage to reach Mind Island, now only took five days to safely arrive.
With specially developed seasickness pills and accompanying Healing Arcanists—who were magicians specializing in dical care—hardly any of the migrating serfs lost their lives due to the voyage.
They had experienced a novel sea journey.
From afar, they could see the Fortress of the Mind towering on Mind Island, a tall castle dominated by white colors, with the Fla Banner fluttering in the wind.
The castle had not many distinguishing features; because Mind Island was very small, the castle appeared even taller and slender, resembling a Mage Tower. Of course, it indeed also served the purpose of a tower—this Fortress of the Mind was also the sole lighthouse of Mind Island, with its crystal lamps atop the tower brightly shining day and night.
It guided all ships.
“All hands, line up! Won and children debark first, follow the lead knight, and don’t get separated! Mind Island is strictly guarded; anyone wandering will be shot on sight by patrol mbers!” A knight aboard shouted loudly, directing a slowly and orderly disembarkation of thousands aboard the ship.
“You snagged my bag!”
“My shoe fell off.”
“Don’t push .”
“What a bustling place.”
“Is this where we’re going to live?”
“It’s the Magic Gate, over there is the Magic Gate, I heard the captain say, Mind Island Magic Gate!”
“I’ve also heard, through the Magic Gate is the Fla Kingdom, a great kingdom with no hunger or rcenaries.”
The little boy clutched his mother’s hand tightly, squeezed in a nearly body-to-body queue, amid the noisy chatter of serfs and the knights’ loud reprimands. After navigating through the long line, they arrived in front of the Magic Gate of Mind Island, where the black silhouette slowly rotated with a dark blue vortex.
It resembled a giant beast choosing its prey.
Many groups could be seen lining up to enter the maw of the beast, then disappearing.
“I will not go in, I will not go in…” Even the cries of serfs, too terrified to enter the Magic Gate but still being dragged in by knights, could be heard.
Liszt had hoped the knights would treat the serfs kindly, but it was impossible for the knights to be gentle with them; rudeness was the norm.
“Mom, I’m scared.” The little boy shook his mother’s hand.
“Don’t be scared, that’s the Magic Gate.”
“What is the Magic Gate?”
“It’s just the Magic Gate, magical magic. Hold on to my hand tightly and don’t let go, when we walk through, we will be at our new ho.” The mother didn’t know what the Magic Gate was either, although the knights had briefed them on the ship, but the serfs’ limited understanding couldn’t grasp what crossing space ant.
Of course, they didn’t need to know the specific principles; knowing it was magic was sufficient—ordinary people always held magic in awe, believing it to be all-powerful.
As the line reached the Magic Gate, they could hear a knight continuously reading out notices.
This included instructions on crossing the Magic Gate, prohibitions in the Fla Kingdom, and more. However, facing the mysterious and terrifying Magic Gate, very few serfs listened attentively, so eager, so trepidatious, either stepping forward or being shoved into the giant beast-like dark blue vortex.
Boom!
“Jim, close your eyes, hold tight to mom’s hand.”
“Um!” the little boy Jim closed his eyes, grasping his mother’s hands as the crowd pushed him into the Magic Gate. The next mont, a strange sensation of weightlessness ca over him, almost making him cry out in fear.
Fortunately, his mother’s hand was always there, giving him a bit of security.
At that ti, his thoughts grew active, recalling the boastful Magician nad Donnie Truth, who always touted how magical and magnificent the Magic Gate was, built jointly by the great His Majesty the King, Liszt Fla, and Her Excellency Archmage Acherloides Truth.
It was the most miraculous manifestation of magic in the mundane world, a symbol of Truth conquered by humanity.
Of course, the little boy Jim didn’t understand the aning of those boasts; he simply rembered that the Magic Gate was magnificent and wanted to sneak a peek.
So, he cautiously opened his eyes, only to see pitch blackness, with flashes of lightning-like light sporadically streaking past.
Before he could see more clearly, his body swayed, and he had already walked out of the Magic Teleportation Array and fell to the ground, tumbling into a heap with his mother and the other serfs.
When his mother helped him up, his view suddenly cleared.
He saw a city, its sprawling architecture stretching endlessly with tall castles surrounding it and beautiful interconnected roads. There was also a Mage Tower towering into the clouds, as if bridging heaven and earth. And there were enormous birds taking flight in the sky, with knights faintly visible on their backs.
“Don’t space out, everyone, move along with the group, don’t block the entrance of the Magic Gate!”
“Hurry and catch up, co this way!”
“Keep up, keep up, don’t go back to pick up your shoes, you’ll get new supplies later!”
“Gather around, quiet down, gather!”
“Stand close together, don’t block the road, gather on this open space over here!”
Before the serfs had ti to marvel at the bustling world they saw, they were herded by Apprentice Knights on horseback to assemble on a space near the road. Almost all gathered into small groups of three to five hundred, then were strictly restricted from moving freely or speaking privately, only waiting anxiously.
A mont later.
A middle-aged man dressed like an official, riding a horse with an assistant, hurried over.
He had an impatient smile on his face and spoke in broken Wind Language, “Hello, people who have co from afar, I am Omba, an officer of the Reed City Serf Reception Committee. You can call Sir Omba, and I will be arranging your necessities such as food, clothing, and shelter for the next few days.”
Sir Omba paused, then continued, “Now, I will read to you a letter written by the master of the seas, the landlord of all islands, the great Sacred Dragon-Invisible Dragon Knight, Fire Dragon Knight, Mountain Copper Dragon Knight, Grey Iron Dragon Knight, Bone Dragon Knight, Aluminum Dragon Knight, and His Majesty the King of the Fla Kingdom, Liszt Fla.”
“The King wrote us a letter?”
“Wow, so many Dragon Knights!”
“There’s only one Dragon Knight; His Majesty the King rides many dragons!”
“Really? A letter written by the King?”
“That’s magnificent!”
Hearing that string of grand titles, the serfs were so astonished that their jaws dropped.
“Silence, shut your mouths!” Sir Omba’s assistant imdiately lashed out with a whip in hand, cracking it against the ground, producing a sharp snap.
The crowd quickly fell silent.
Then Sir Omba pretended to pull out a letter, and began to read word by word.
“To my subjects who have co from afar: You are unfortunate, for you have lost your lands, hos, and even family mbers. Yet, you are also fortunate, for in the Fla Kingdom you will start a new life. I, by the na of the King, promise you—everyone will have a job, everyone will have enough food, everyone will marry and have children without the disturbance of war. Your children shall cultivate Dou Qi, acquire knowledge, and enjoy the care of knightly honor and the King’s protection.”
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