Andrew was in Warm Fire City, finalizing the next stage's general direction of "looking north, looking west."
While also starting to reconsider the cultivation path of the "Magic Lord"——
To the west.
Scholar's Fortress.
As the core hub of the vast regions controlled by the Magic Guild, Scholar's Fortress and Warm Fire City are completely different styles.
Warm Fire City is by the water.
Scholar's Fortress backs against a vast, towering mountain range.
The mountains are pitch-black.
The city is too.
Calling it a city, but in reality, it looks more like layer upon layer of pure black stone military fortresses.
At the center of the fortress stands Dragon Stone Tower, taller than Warm Fire City's Deep Blue Magic Tower, the highest building in this Fla Realm.
Scholar's Fortress, relying on the mountains, faces east, overlooking the entire Fla Realm coldly.
The whole fortress exudes a solemn, heavy, oppressive atmosphere.
Looking around, you can't even see a single bit of green vegetation.
The scorching sun hung high at this mont.
In other places of the Fla Realm, the blistering sunlight that would be dazzling enough to blind, here seed to have been stripped of its shine.
Suspended in the high sky surrounding the top of Dragon Stone Tower are clusters of red light orbs, like little suns, yet even more dazzling than the real sun in the sky!
The black stone tower paired with the scarlet light orbs creates a unique spectacle of Scholar's Fortress.
But this scene is not beautiful at all, rather extrely terrifying.
Because those light orbs are actually composed of clusters of nearly uncontrolled, extrely violent Fire Elents!
The Fire Elents within the entire Scholar's Fortress area are extrely unstable, more violent, and chaotic than other places in the Fla Realm.
Here, it doesn't even seem like the Fla Realm but more like a dangerous, edge-of-control terrifying world.
A girl who looks younger than Barbara, looking like a minor, sits at the center of this world, on the edge of Dragon Stone Tower's rooftop, under scattered clusters of violent Fire Elent orbs, her small feet casually swinging in the void of thousands of feet above.
"...Capella, you're here, huh. I've been looking for you for a long ti."
A young man with delicate features but a sickly pallor also walks onto the rooftop. Seeing the girl's back, he smiles and says, "Did you hear? That Orleans, although injured by you and unable to participate in the Royal Court negotiations, the Warm Fire Comrce Association surprisingly found another Tier Four guy to replace Orleans's vacancy."
The rooftop is very high, extrely high.
But strangely, there's no wind.
The two seem to be in another strange space located outside the world.
The young man is the Magic Guild's Third Saint Son, nad Yorkshire.
The girl is precisely the one who, two weeks ago, on the frontline battlefield, severely injured Orleans one-on-one.
The only Saintess of the contemporary Magic Guild, nad Capella.
In the Magic Guild, those who can be called Saint Son or Saintess are individuals who achieved Tier Four early among the younger generation. Whether Earth Fire Mage or Fla Warrior, as long as they reach Tier Four before thirty, they will be bestowed the title of Saint Son or Saintess.
In past history, Saint Sons and Saintesses often appeared in only one pair per generation, and there's frequently a generational gap. After all, reaching Tier Four at a young age isn't a common affair.
However, this generation of the Magic Guild has seen a bonanza of talent.
Altogether three Saint Sons, each a remarkably gifted Earth Fire Mage.
And the only Saintess is the youngest ever, having just reached Tier Four as a Fla Warrior at the age of maturity.
Yorkshire casually closes the rooftop door, then sits next to Capella on the edge of the rooftop, proceeding to smile and say, "You definitely can't guess who this person replacing the vacancy is."
"Oh, who is it?" Capella replies. Her tone is indifferent, her eyes constantly looking up at the clusters of Fire Elents in the sky, her lips playing along with Yorkshire's habitual suspense, but seemingly not caring about what Yorkshire says at all.
She isn't considered particularly beautiful, mainly because her appearance is still sowhat immature, as if she's not fully developed due to being underage.
Andrew, who is in Warm Fire City, would never have thought that the Magic Guild's Saintess would look like this!
"It's that Andrew!" Yorkshire, seemingly not minding that Capella is just brushing him off, says with a grin, "Haha, who would have thought."
"Oh, who would have thought." Capella cooperates, her voice and tone still cool, but at least finally pulling her gaze from the sky and turning her head to Yorkshire. "That Andrew from the Inner Sea Desert? According to intelligence, they say he ca from that Southern Retreat Land?"
"Yes, that's him." Yorkshire sighed, "The ntor used 'Earth Star Technique' to calculate that among the younger generation at the Warm Fire Comrce Association, besides Orleans and Barbara, there's one other who, like us, reached Tier Four before thirty, but couldn't calculate exactly who it was. So, they sent you to the front line to injure Orleans to lure out that hidden third young Tier Four. Unexpectedly, it turned out to be this Andrew! Previously, I even bet with Tiago that it was Javier."
If Andrew heard these words on the spot, he would probably have his jaw drop in shock.
Everything happening on the surface of this world actually has deeper underlying reasons.
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