Chapter 1962 - The Divine City (2/2)
“Kris, how good is your Steel Griffin’s memory? For someone who has difficulties staying in one place and often visits the Parthenon Temple like me, it’s quite troublesome to take the planes. Can you memorize this route for me?” Mo Fan asked Kris softly.
He had always had problems with international flights, and since he was currently a thorn in many people’s eyes, he did not want others to learn his whereabouts easily. If he could learn the special route, he would have another option to travel between countries!
“Well… I can draw it for you if you really need it, but please don’t tell the Muse. Only she has access to the route. I will be in great trouble if they learn I leaked it,” Kris answered softly.
“You can remember it after we’ve traveled across so many countries, mountains, deserts, and forests?” Mo Fan blurted out.
“Perhaps it’s because I’m good at my studies. I can remember the places we’ve been to, I just need a little more time to recall the details and draw them,” Kris confirmed.
“Sick, as expected of a genius!” Mo Fan raised his thumb at Kris.
Mo Fan was a geography idiot. He actually thought the Middle East was part of Africa when they were flying over it. There was no way he could remember the route himself!
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They were unable to fly to the tall mountains directly as they were arriving at Lhasa. The Steel Griffin had to fly to other areas with a lower altitude so the team could reach Lhasa on foot through a side entry.
The air was slightly thinner up in the mountains, but it was clean and refreshing. It was similar to the air in the Alps. It was Mo Fan’s first time in the Western Regions of China.
They finally arrived at the reputable Divine City, sometimes called the City of the Gods.
Lhasa was famous across the world. Many of the top organizations in the world held their meetings in the Divine City. China had two such powerful organizations: one was the Magic Palace of the Imperial Mages, and the other was the Potala Palace, with its Sacred Palace Mages. The Imperial Mages focused on matters inside the country, while the Sacred Palace Mages focused on matters across the world.
The Sacred Palace Mages worked closely with the Parthenon Temple, hence the members of the Parthenon Temple never acted superior in front of the Sacred Palace Mages.
“Wait for me here, I’ll need to pay a trip to the palace. We will depart for the Scar of Tianshan Mountain in three days,” Muse Pelina said.
“Muse, do we have to wait here too?” Silver Moon Knight William asked, clearly wanting to go with her.
“You are covered in dust, just wait at the mountain foot,” Pelina ordered him.
“Affirmative!”
Pelina went up to the palace alone. The knights were resolute and upright, and simply stood in place without going anywhere. Their imperious bearing immediately attracted the attention of the tourists on the plaza, who began to whisper among themselves.
One had to admit that the knights of the Parthenon Temple were very eye-catching. The specially-made coats of the Blue Star Knights and Silver Moon Knights were oddly imposing, making any other Mages standing beside them look like lowly beings.
“Let’s regroup with Lingling and the others,” Mo Fan said.
“Oh my, those people even went to take photos with them. Are they really that ignorant?” Zhao Manyan was speechless when he saw people taking selfies with the knights.