Chapter 365
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The capital of the Land of Frost, Monileka.
This country was located in the extreme cold of the continent and was covered in frost and snow all year round. The capital, Monileka, was no exception.
This ancient city welcomed a grand celebration today to celebrate the 23rd birthday of the 12th Prince of the Land of Frost, Cheil.
In front of the palace, hundreds of knights dressed in silver armor stood on both sides of the road. A young man with long silver hair walked slowly along the road towards the palace.
The young man looked behind the knights, where the nobles of the Land of Frost gathered. He could vaguely hear the screams of young girls.
He withdrew his gaze and slowly walked to the end of the road, where the king of the Land of Frost sat.
"Father." He looked at the king, who was over a hundred years old, and half-knelt.
"Cheil." The king's voice sounded a little weak, but it was still full of majesty. "You have passed the ancient trial of the Frost Spirits and received their recognition … Your birth is a great gift from the ancestors to the Land of Frost."
The king slowly stood up from the throne, and a servant beside him handed a longsword to the king.
The king picked up the longsword inlaid with an icy blue crystal and gently placed it on Prince Cheil's shoulder.
"Today, I appoint you as the commander of the alliance's second legion! Go to the endless ice field and fight for more glory! Bring back endless glory to the Land of Frost! "
"Yes, Your Majesty."
Prince Cheil raised his hands and solemnly received the longsword.
This was a blessing ceremony. In two months, the Land of Frost would send the alliance to the Demon Realm to eliminate the dangerous devils.
He would be the vanguard of the Land of Frost's army on the battlefield.
The blessing ceremony didn't last long. After the ceremony, the king held a grand banquet in the palace to celebrate the 12th Prince Cheil's birthday.
However, when the noble ladies wanted to find the main character of the banquet, Prince Cheil, he had long disappeared.
"You shouldn't have come here alone. Your sisters are looking for you."
A mage wearing a spellcaster's robe found Prince Cheil, who was hiding in a corner of the palace.
After finding Prince Cheil, the mage threw a bottle of Volt wine to him.
"I just feel a little uncomfortable."
Prince Cheil was right next to the hall where the banquet was being held. From here, he could see the scenery inside the hall through a very small window.
He looked at the girls in the hall who were wearing long dresses and had a thick layer of white powder on their faces and sighed silently.
"You've been in the Land of Frost for three years and you're still not used to it?" The mage said as he stood beside Prince Cheil with a bottle of the same Volt.
"But I grew up in Noland." Prince Cheil unsealed the bottle of Volt in his hand. After smelling the pungent smell inside, he threw it aside in disgust. "Even if I spent the next three years in the Land of Frost, I still wouldn't be able to adapt to the various customs of this country."
"But you're the prince of the Land of Frost, and also the prince most likely to become the king," said the mage.
"I've never thought of becoming king. I just want to stop those dangerous demons from attacking and threatening the people of this country." Prince Cheil suddenly looked up at the mage beside him.
"When I came to the Land of Frost, I stayed in the Endless Plains for a period of time. There, I saw the ruins of countless villages, burned houses, and corpses that had become bones. There were even many corpses of children." Prince Cheil's clenched fists trembled slightly. His silver-gray pupils contained an emotion called anger.
"I don't want to see that kind of … tragic scene again."
"Then I can only wish you success in defeating those demons, Prince Cheil."
In order to appease the prince's anger, the mage raised his glass slightly to Prince Cheil. He took out a wooden box and handed it to Prince Cheil.
"This is?"
Prince Cheil held the wooden box that was engraved with a powerful magic seal. When Cheil touched the seal, the engraved patterns on it emitted a dim light and instantly disappeared.
"It's a gift from your mentor, Rourke. It's also the reason why I came all the way to the Land of Frost. Mentor Rourke said, 'The thing inside can make you feel like you're back on the streets of Noland'," he said.
"Back on the streets of Noland?"
After Prince Cheil came to the Land of Frost, due to various restrictions, he didn't have the chance to return to his real hometown of Noland.
Although he was the prince of the Land of Frost, he was essentially a spell caster from Noland.
"Since we've talked about the thing, I should leave now," the mage said.
Prince Cheil didn't ask his friend to stay. After watching him leave the room, Prince Cheil opened the dusty wooden box in front of him.
An origin crystal and a leaf that exuded a powerful life force were neatly placed inside the wooden box. Beside the two items was a folded piece of paper.
Prince Cheil picked up the small note, which briefly described how to use these two items.
He picked up the primordial crystal and gently crushed it in his palm. A large number of inscriptions gushed out of the primordial crystal and once again flowed into Prince Cheil's body.
A transparent interface appeared in front of Prince Cheil.
"Weave?"
Prince Cheil learned the name of this' interface 'according to the instructions on the note. He then followed the instructions on the note and gently grasped the leaf from the World Tree.
The signal on the bottom right corner of the Weave interface instantly turned from grey to full.
"What is this? A new spell invented by my mentor? " Prince Cheil touched the transparent interface in front of him. A large number of doubts surged into his mind, but he still followed the instructions on the note.
"Next is to register for the spell caster forum."
Prince Cheil displayed his inhuman talent at this moment. He followed the short tutorial on the note and learned the rough way to control the Weave. In a short ten minutes, he completed the registration.
When filling in his Weave username, Prince Cheil hesitated for a moment before writing 'Frost Owl'.
The word "frost" was the prefix of his country, and the owl was his teacher's favorite animal.
Prince Cheil filled in all the information. After pressing the confirm button, a large number of words filled his vision.
'Firefly Forest Team of Tormented Frogs! We urgently need the help of a spell caster specializing in voodoo. We intend to invite you to the Stonehammer Tavern on Squirrel Street! 'Poster: Black Glasses.
'Regarding the collective breeding of fire lizards, there are three points that all breeders must pay attention to.' Poster: Poor Alchemy Merchant.
'Big news! The man in yellow is going on 'Philosopher's Lecture' today! 'Poster: Ashen Owl.
Prince Shay looked at the large pile of words and Nolan's' landscape paintings' that floated across from time to time.
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