When the plot-skips players into the game world Chapter 1400 - 111: Return to the Reynard the Fox Bookstore

Although the rger of Avalon and Star Antimony is not yet fully complete, and many people are still unaware that the New Heras Empire is about to be established, Isabel has already handed power over to Yulia quite decisively.

Without any reluctance—in fact, she couldn’t wait.

Even though she had accompanied Aiwass to the Holy Nation during their wedding before, that journey was rely following the prescribed route... Only in this way could they ensure their entrance into the ceremony venue at the most appropriate ti.

In fact, it was precisely because of that wedding parade that Isabel beca incredibly curious about the Holy Nation.

Before coming of age, Isabel hadn’t even left Glass Island; the first ti she left, it was for her grandmother’s funeral and subsequent coronation. Just circling Avalon had her extrely excited... She talked to Aiwass about it for a long ti after returning.

Aiwass listened patiently back then.

It wasn’t just about accompanying Isabel but because she was so adorable at that ti. Her eyes seed to sparkle, chattering non-stop while holding onto Aiwass’s arm and swaying, making it impossible to look away.

It was then that Aiwass made up his mind—if there was ever a chance in the future, he must take Isabel to the most beautiful places.

This trip to the Holy Nation was a good opportunity.

Although due to the arrival of the Blood Celestial Marshal, their ti for free activities may be limited this ti... But there’s no need to pursue "the first trip must be the best" kind of ceremony.

Otherwise, they might always get trapped by the notion of "this ti wasn’t perfect enough," missing many opportunities for no reason.

The essence of life is companionship, having one more ti is always better than one less.

As long as they are together, each ti is the best.

The other companion is Sherlock. He also has so questions for Hebashia, so he ca for business too.

For this trip, they didn’t take a ship either; the Holy Nation dispatched a warship to transport them.

Aiwass has gradually gotten used to this "VIP" treatnt and no longer feels uneasy and worried about wasting others’ ti like at the beginning. Now he understands... instead of exchanging polite words with those elves who have a soul of devotion, it’s better to give them an opportunity for "dedication."

All he needs to do is what he should—guard this world, make people’s lives better, and fight all major enemies detrintal to this world... whether fallen gods or ambitious individuals.

No one demanded Aiwass to do these things. But as one of the strongest in the Material Realm, he has virtually reached the top of the world.

If he doesn’t do it, then who could be entrusted?

He always believes in one saying—if the sky collapses, the tall ones support it, it’s not the short ones’ turn to fret.

And now Aiwass is the tallest in the Material Realm, so naturally, it’s his burden to bear.

When the warship reached the Holy Nation harbor, Isabel’s pointed ears twitched.

She already heard the goblin vendors shouting from afar in the wind:

"The most comprehensive transit manual, advising every layer’s transit suggestions, rules, and specialties of the Holy Nation! A must-have for first-ti visitors, reasonably priced!"

"Traditional handcrafted elf garnts, all sizes available! Buy one when visiting the Holy Nation, or purchase a few new sets as gifts when leaving!"

"Quality anti-seasickness dicine, sleeping pills, made by the Living Silver Workshop, instant effect!"

"They are selling clothes... so many of them..."

Isabel indeed showed instant interest, eagerly looking in that direction, wanting to see the specialties of the Holy Nation.

"...It’s really just like before, huh."

Aiwass also heard those familiar calls and laughed softly.

He was sowhat nostalgic too—

It’s been over three months since he first arrived at the Holy Nation, and he is now preparing to advance to the Sixth Power Level... Yet the Holy Nation still seems unchanged, as if it were only yesterday.

"Then let’s go, have a look."

Aiwass took Isabel’s hand and headed to the clothing shop.

He certainly knew that the prices at the harbor were steeply inflated. Just like those in high-speed rail stations or airports in the previous life...

But that didn’t matter. Neither he nor Isabel was of the type to worry about money.

He turned back to Sherlock and smiled, "Want to buy you sothing too, Sherlock? As a celebration for your advancent."

Sherlock glanced at Aiwass and replied casually, "Anything will do."

But in reality, he wasn’t paying attention to what Aiwass was saying—his brain was already overloaded.

"Ah, forget it, it’s all yours anyway!"

Aiwass wrapped an arm around Sherlock’s shoulder, his voice resembling that of a carefree roommate saying, "Forget studying, let’s go online"—"Since the data is all yours, and visits to the Holy Nation are rare—quickly see what you want to buy! I’ll treat you, even if you want the entire street!"

Isabel laughed continuously, and Sherlock sighed helplessly, allocating so computational power: "Alright, alright... Thanks in advance, just in case I forget later..."

They wandered for a long ti, and upon reaching Lady Haibasha’s café—or rather, the bookstore "The Lies of Reynard Fox"—it was nearly evening.

Haibasha was already aware of their visit.

This petite elf girl, appearing only about seven or eight years old, had been waiting for a long ti.

Upon first glance at Sherlock, she was sowhat surprised—astonished that she couldn’t discern Sherlock’s level: "This child... reached the Fifth Power Level so quickly..."

"How’s that, pretty fast, right?"

Aiwass proudly spoke for Sherlock.

"Indeed," Haibasha nodded, "but I’m actually more surprised that, with him already at Fifth Power Level, you all still managed to bring him along..."

Despite her youthful appearance, her deanor was serene and mature. Like a teacher or an elder.

"Actually, it wasn’t easy to bring him along..."

Aiwass also shook his head, "He ca because he had questions for you, otherwise it might have been really hard to get him out."

Sherlock, however, sighed: "There’s no ti to relax like that..."

The reason it was hard to bring him along... was simply because he was feeling anxious.

And why was he anxious?

It was because Aiwass’s advancent was too fast...

Just at the end of May, Sherlock finally completed his advancent, reaching the Fifth Power Level.

——A year ago, this was even Sherlock’s ultimate goal in life.

Yet whether it was "Fox" or "Lulu"... these two who were considered his juniors back during the advancent ceremony, knowing nothing then, have now both reached the Fifth Power Level before him and are on the verge of the Sixth.

Even with the blessing of the Transcendence Tide... achieving the pinnacle of the world from a mortal state in less than a year, isn’t there sothing wrong here?

Nowadays, people all believe Aiwass is the type of genius who was born with a heart of dedication, likely having reached the Third Level before coming of age to be sent to the Holy Nation for study. But very few know, Aiwass only began his journey on the Transcendent path officially in mid-November last year.

It’s now just the beginning of June, aning Aiwass, strictly speaking, has only been a Transcendent for about half a year—Sherlock even says he was being conservative in claiming Aiwass reached the Fifth Power Level within a year; in truth, Aiwass only took less than half a year.

The more one understands the Extraordinary World, the more they would find this outrageously astonishing.

Sherlock, naturally, was among them.

As he was scolded by his brother when he was young, realizing he was never the smartest in Avalon, and therefore beca humble, studious, and diligent; with Sherlock’s proud and competitive nature, reaching the Fifth Level at this age would have made him fly to the heavens—he was not even thirty yet, just twenty-nine. His level of genius would be considered astonishing not just in Avalon, but globally.

...Yet considering Aiwass, who is ten years younger than him, achieving such remarkable accomplishnts, it seed he didn’t have anything to be proud of.

Thus, Sherlock cald down yet again.