The dense mist slowly rose to the roof with the hot air, licking the smooth ice surface. The Tirmosi's ice building skills were extraordinary, at least far beyond their ability to build tents. Every piece of ice fit together seamlessly, and one could not feel the uneven surface at all.
Brando soaked in the hot spring and looked at the dense mist. Just as White Mist had said, the Tirmosi who led him here first brought him here to bathe and change his clothes, and then arranged for him to meet with the Sage. After all, meeting with the Sage was a sacred ceremony for the Tirmosi.
He had thought that there would be no environment for bathing on this floating ice, and that he would most likely have to take a stimulating ice bath. For the Tirmosi who were born with Elemental Rank power, there was no difference between taking an ice bath and taking a warm one. But when he arrived, he discovered that there was a hot spring in the middle of the igloo built by the Tyrmosians.
Naturally, there was no geothermal heat on the floating ice. This hot spring was most likely created by magic, and the Tirmosi did not need to maintain such a hot spring all the time. This hot spring and even this igloo were most likely specially prepared for him.
Thinking of this, Brando could not help but feel a little flattered. He knew why the Tirmosi respected him. For a moment, he could not help but worry that the Tirmosi would be angry when they found out that he did not have many resources to trade with.
There was a stone basin in the corner of the igloo, and the sprites lit meditation incense in the stone basin. The incense had a mysterious smell, and it rose from the ashes into the mist.
The fog in front of Brendel's eyes seemed to have turned into an illusion, presenting a bizarre scene in front of him. Scenes after scenes replayed in front of him, as if he was reliving his experiences after he transmigrated.
He saw the battle in the Loop of Trade Winds. The enemies he met in that battle were far from the most ferocious, but that battle was the one that left the deepest impression on him.
At the same time, it was also the most difficult battle. Even the battle in Ampere Seale, the confrontation with the Empire, and the battle with Her Majesty the Queen were far less dangerous than that.
He couldn't help but touch the scar on his cheek. This scar was left behind during the battle in the Loop of Trade Winds.
There were also scars on his chest and arms. These were the scars from many battles. Although there were many ways to completely remove scars in Wohnde, Brando didn't want to waste the effort. He wasn't like some perverted nobles who saw scars as medals, but he simply didn't think it was necessary.
With a splash, he stood up from the water. The water droplets on his body naturally rolled down his well-proportioned muscles and instantly evaporated. He spread out his arms and draped a grey robe over his shoulders. The style of the robe was no different from the robes worn by the Tyrmosians.
The fairies outside the igloo seemed to have noticed the changes in the igloo. They flew into the igloo and looked at Brando curiously. They flew around him two or three times before landing on his shoulder while chattering. They held spices in their hands and carefully sprinkled them on Brando's body. Brando's nose immediately smelled a strange fragrance. He was slightly shocked, and a system prompt immediately popped up in front of his eyes.
"Experience gained: 17334."
This was exactly 1% of his total experience. Brando immediately understood what the spices were. Thoughts of Meditation. This type of spice was said to come from a certain elemental whale in the shallow seas. Its effect was to clear one's mind and allow one to examine oneself. According to the players, it directly increased experience.
However, Brando had only seen Thoughts of Meditation that was made into incense. One stick could be effective for one minute, and every second gave 1% of the experience of the level. It was the first time he had seen something as extravagant as these fairies.
The experience prompt popped up a total of three times, and Brando's Templar Knight and Guard of Frost Earth had risen by an entire level.
"How extravagant," he couldn't help but think.
"Are you bringing me to see the Wise One now?" he asked.
"The Wise One wants to see you," the fairies answered in unison.
They were clearly saying the same thing, but they all said different things. Their voices were also chattering, and it was quite cheerful.
Brando put on a shawl woven from sealskin. This was one of the necessary etiquette for meeting the Wise One. Of course, he didn't know about it, but with White Mist around, he wouldn't make a mistake. He walked out of the igloo. White Mist and Malourcha were already waiting outside. Miyasi curled her body into the Crystal Stag's mane. She had been in the shallow seas for a long time, and it looked like she wasn't used to the climate here.
Brando raised his head and looked into the distance. This Tyrmosian port was called the Port of Everwinter. Although it was built on a piece of floating ice, it wasn't small. It didn't look like a temporary foothold like White Mist had said, but more like a permanent city. At least Brando could see sea walls, bridges, streets, and other permanent structures.
Light ropes passed through the air above the huge floating ice, passing through the clouds and mist. In the distance, there was a gray sky and a stormy sea. Ever since they entered the Sea of Fog, the shallow sea had changed. It was no longer as gentle and calm as before, but had become restless and restless.
He saw the Tyrmosian fleet in the port. It was dark and looked a bit like the Vikings' dragon-headed warships, but bigger and more spectacular. He also saw some Tyrmosians gathered in the square. There weren't many of them, but there were at least twenty or thirty of them.
These elemental creatures were rather indifferent, as if they didn't care about the visitors at all. Other than the occasional "gaze" he could feel, most of the time, he didn't feel anyone checking him out.
Other than the fairies —
There were fairies everywhere in the camp, and they seemed to outnumber the Tyrmosians. Brando didn't know whether this was normal or not, and he didn't ask White Mist. He just thought that the fairies liked to live with the Tyrmosians.
What's more, weren't the fairies who had lured him here earlier also residents of this place?
The curious fairies hid in various places and quietly looked at this group of uninvited guests. They pointed at them curiously and expressed their opinions. Most of them were like: Is this a human? How did they come here? I heard that humans are divided into men and women? Is she a man or a woman? What's that little white thing? And so on.
The little white thing, White Mist, saw Brando coming out and jumped on his shoulder. "These little things are so annoying."
"It's not their fault." Brando replied casually. The fairies were always curious, it was their nature. But most of them didn't mean any harm, although a few forest fairies liked to play pranks.
But he immediately stopped himself.
He saw a rare fire fairy. There was a square not far away. Of course, this square was not like a human square. It was often either a fountain or a statue. The square of the Tyrmosians was their place of worship. There was a stone pillar here, and the pillar was tied with thick ropes. The ropes were full of knots, and there were different patterns painted with white dye. To the Tirmosians, these knots were sacred, representing the most important events that the clan had experienced in the past. Of course, only the wise could explain their origins in detail. And the sprite was sitting on the top of the stone pillar in the square. Although the stone pillar was not considered a forbidden place for the Tirmosians, the little one who dared to sit on the most sacred place of the Tirmosians was still worthy of attention.
The little one had wheat-colored skin, short flame-like hair, and a bare upper body, wearing a pair of thin trousers and bare feet. His eyes shone like gold. A belt went through his shoulder and connected to the other side of his waist, where a two-handed sword was hanging in the scabbard.
Of course, the sword was only about the length of Brando's palm.
But a fire fairy who used a sword was rare.
No, it should be said that fire fairies were rare.
Fire fairies were the subjects of Forsyth. They were arrogant, smart, and had little curiosity. They were also very wary of humans. They were considered an anomaly among the fairies. And it was said that most of the fairies were female, and only the fire fairies were male. They usually lived in hot flames and rarely went to the outside world, let alone the shallow sea.
There was no fire elemental that did not hate water.
"This is interesting." Brando glanced at the little fairy.
The fire fairy seemed to have noticed them, but he just tilted his head and looked at them, then turned his attention away. They did not like humans, and they were not as curious about foreign things as other fairies.
In fact, the subjects of Forsyth were a little cold. They were not as passionate as fire elemental fairies.
"You noticed that fairy too?" White Mist stood on his shoulder and asked.
Brando was following the group of fairies who led the way in front of him through the camp. He nodded and asked, "What is it?"
"Pay attention to his scabbard. Isn't it similar to the scabbard of the Flaming Blade? You know that Oderfeiss is a fire elemental holy sword. The scabbard means that he has a part of Oderfeiss' laws. This little guy might be a direct descendant of Forsyth. He's a Fairy Prince, "White Mist explained softly.
"Fairy Prince?" Brando was stunned. His understanding of fairies was limited to their nature. In fact, very few people had a deep understanding of the organization of these elemental creatures. Even in the game, not many players knew about the Tirmos.
"Are Fairy Princes very common?"
"Common?" White Mist looked at him, a little speechless. "Very rare. The royal fairies rarely appear outside, let alone the subjects of Forsyth. You have to be careful later. This Tirmos camp might be a little unusual."
Brando nodded silently.
At this time, the fairies had separated in front of him and lined up in two rows. Brando stopped and saw a huge tent in front of him.
However, this tent was not like the crude huts he had seen along the way. It was more like a palace, supported by eight giant beast teeth. It was twenty to thirty meters tall, and a row of stairs made of two opposite smooth beast teeth extended from the entrance of the tent to his feet.
Brando looked up and saw the guide he met on the trestle not far away. Of course, he could tell from the tattoos on the guide's face.
After all, to him, the Tirmos looked almost the same. There was a slight difference in height, and he could tell that they were adults and juveniles. The only difference was the tattoos on their bodies.
Brando could not even tell the gender of the guide. He once wondered if the Tirmos really had gender. However, White Mist told him that although the Tirmos were elemental creatures, they still had gender differences. They even needed to form families to reproduce.
Although others could not tell the gender of the Tirmos from the details, there was a simple way: the female Tirmos would not paint their faces with tattoos.
Furthermore, the tattoos on the Tilmosian's face were not a mark of distinction but a symbol of status. According to White Mist, the Tilmosian who led them here had concentric circles of tattoos on his face, indicating that he was at least one of the elders of the clan.
It was only then that he realized that the Tyrmosians had sent an elder to lead the way for him.
It was only then that he saluted the other party. While human etiquette was not commonly used in many worlds and planes, the meaning expressed in the gesture was the same.
That elder also bowed to him and then said something strange.
"He said that the Wise Ones had been waiting inside for a long time," White Mist replied.
"Just go in?" Brando asked as he looked at the half-closed curtain of the tent.
"Of course. The Tirmos do not have so many red tape."
"That's not much?"
Of course, Brando was too embarrassed to say that out loud. He stretched out his hand and lifted the curtain. Then, he was completely stunned.
In the not spacious tent, there were three people standing from left to right.
The one on the far left was a woman. She was tall and slim, but she had a graceful and luxurious temperament. She wore a silver crown on her head and wore a silk robe with the unique temperament of elves. She held a scepter in her hand, but her whole person was not real, but a virtual image projected by magic.
Brando knew this woman. She was the Queen of the Tree Elves, the mother of the little elves, whom he had met once on the Evergreen Walkway.
Beside her was a woman with an even colder expression. She had short hair and wore a simple gray robe. There were no decorations on her body. Even the belt that tied her robe was only a long linen rope. Brando was familiar with her attire. The ascetics from all over Wohnde looked just like this.
But compared to her attire, Brando was more familiar with her.
She was Eleranta, the only human sage on the land after a thousand years of the War of the Holy Saints.
As for the third person, a little fairy with a laurel crown on her head, Brando almost ignored her. After all, compared to the previous two, this little fairy whom he had never seen before could not attract any of his attention.
But before the sage and the Elven Queen spoke, the little fairy was the first to speak.
And she was not even speaking to Brando. She stared at Malourcha, who was beside Brando, and said, "Mr. Malourcha?"
Brando was stunned.
Malourcha was also stunned. He asked blankly, "Rose …?"
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