Chapter 252 - Chapter 252: Chapter 242: The Triumphal Ceremony (2/2)

Darren stroked his chin calmly, indeed there were many rich families that lacked extraordinary powers, and after growing tired of mere eating, drinking, and merriment, they might engage in activities that seemed meaningless.

But these activities might not be truly meaningless, they could gradually change the world instead.

Karno squinted his eyes and muttered, “So that’s how it is, I also want to become a member of the ‘Chroniclers,’ but is it okay if I don’t join the church?”

Darren laughed heartily, unable to resist saying, “You rascal, you just want to live a life of eating, drinking, and playing, just loafing around waiting to die, right?”

Karno cheerfully explained:

“Everyone’s path is different. What’s wrong with eating, drinking, and merriment? After all, a lot of things depend on fate. Who says loitering around waiting to die will certainly lead to a bad life? It might even be more comfortable.”

What he meant was that he could still grasp the Power of Consecution even if he loafed around waiting to die, but he couldn’t articulate this in front of Ariel.

Darren couldn’t help but wonder, if faced with a life-or-death crisis, whether Karno would still be as carefree as he is now.

If he could, then Karno truly was an incredible person.

But he still bluntly said, “Karno, I don’t know why, but I kind of dislike people like you who seem to have no obsessions at all, caring about nothing. We are standing on opposite ends of the world.”

“All right.”

Karno shut up, promptly noticing that Darren’s mood was terrible; although Darren could be very relaxed in front of others, he always felt irritated after chatting too much with himself.

A few days later, the Cyart victory celebration finally began.

The people in the city square gathered together, filled with anticipation for the grand celebration on the stage in the middle of the square, which was decorated with gorgeous wreaths and streamers, and shone with dazzling lights.

As the pleasing music started, trumpets and drums filled the air, soldiers lined up neatly, and the brave Cyart warriors, wearing their battle robes, stood on the stage with colorful flags fluttering in the breeze.

When the procession welcoming the victors appeared, the crowd erupted into deafening cheers; their marching steps were strong and resonant, speaking of their fearless valor and joy of victory.

The victors, dressed in splendid attire with laurel crowns on their heads and holding sharp blades as symbols of honor, signified their glorious achievements.

The Fischer family finally saw the Cyart King standing on the high platform.

He wore a luxurious royal robe, a crown on his head, and held a fiery red scepter; his demeanor was dignified, and his words were precise and forceful.

“The victory of the Cyart people was foreseeable, as we are superior to the Rhea people, a fact known to all. I will prove to people that the Cyart will rise again, and we will become the most splendid nation on the Ouden Continent!”

“Blessed by the gods, everyone present believes that the future of the Cyart people will be an undefeated future!”

At the victory celebration, the rousing speech of the Cyart King praised the heroes’ feats in the war, fireworks blossomed in the sky, drawing spectacular arcs that lit up the entire city.

The short, stout man on the left side of the Cyart King, wearing glasses and not looking like a person of stature at all, completely ignored by the public, was none other than the widely known “Useless Prime Minister.”

On the surface, Cyart had established a system entirely imitating the Lorne citizens, but the Cyart King did not truly want to hand over power to others. So, whether it was the cabinet or this Useless Prime Minister, they had no real power or presence.

The person Darren was most concerned with, aside from the Cyart King, was the short, silver-haired woman standing on his right side. Her delicate face had a gentle expression and showed no signs of aggression.

The silver descendant court mage.

Silver Poet.

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White Bones Canyon.

“Still haven’t found a way out.”

Byrne slowly shook his head, looking at the lush field before him, quietly contemplating a way to leave.

“The Dragon Taming Lord,” Aldrich, invoked the earth through his mysterious rare artifact “Ring of the Earth”, combined with the power of Nature from the emerald elf Marzo, planted a field in the valley that could produce enough crops to sustain the five people trapped there for hundreds of years.

Actually, at first Marzo was a bit annoyed. She wondered why Aldrich had such a thing and didn’t use it from the start, so she wouldn’t have had to eat those awful dry rations.

However, even with the food issue resolved, they were still anxious; none of them wanted to be trapped here forever.

Only Aldrich had a good attitude, from the start more determined than anyone else present, as if it didn’t matter even if they were trapped here for a lifetime.

He always meticulously organized tasks for everyone, never showing even a hint of negativity.

Byrne couldn’t help but hold the heir of the Romann family in even higher regard, no wonder he had been designated as the heir. The “Stars Mortal” compared to him seemed like a temperamental child.

“No way to leave, are we going to stay here for a lifetime, ahhhh!”

Zayne, kneeling in the field, yelled out, his mental state very bad, almost like he was going mad as he kept pulling his hair. He prayed to the Tempest Overlord almost every day, but there was no response.

He didn’t like eating plants, preferring meat and fish instead. After half a year of seeing fruits and vegetables, he felt like vomiting them out.

“Don’t worry, there will always be a way.”

Byrne gently nodded to reassure the other, although it didn’t seem very effective.

He turned to look for Chris, who had been disappearing a lot lately, not knowing where he had gone.

“Chris, Chris, where are you?”

As he searched for Chris’s trace in the valley, suddenly, fog began to rise around him again!

Hmm?

After more than half a year, the fog appeared once more, memories of the past instantly flooding his mind, and Byrne instinctively went on alert!