The current sailing technology was different from when Liszt first came to this world. With the development of shipbuilding technology after he made his fortune, under the guidance of the creative wizard Inuit Truth, the hybrid sailboat had successfully replaced the square-sail sailboat.
Therefore, it only took five days to reach the Island of Souls, which used to take seven to eight days to reach the island.
There was a specially developed medicine for seasickness, and there were medical arcanists on board. Almost none of the migrating serfs lost their lives during the voyage.
It was a novel experience of sailing on the sea.
From afar, they could see the towering Soul Fortress on the Island of Souls. It was a towering white castle with a flaming flag fluttering in the wind.
The castle did not have many special features. Because the Island of Souls was very small, the castle appeared more slender, like a wizard tower. Of course, it also had the function of a tower. This Soul Fortress was also the only lighthouse on the Island of Souls. The crystal lamp on the top of the tower was brightly lit day and night.
It guided the direction of all the ships.
"Everyone line up. Women and children disembark first. Follow the Knight leading the team. Don't get separated! The Island of Souls has strict security. Anyone who dares to stray will be shot by the patrols! "The Knight on the ship shouted, directing the thousands of people to disembark in an orderly manner.
"You're hanging on to my baggage!"
"I dropped my shoe."
"Don't push me."
"What a lively place."
"Is this where we're going to live?"
"It's a magic gate. That's a magic gate. I heard the captain say that it's the Island of Souls' magic gate!"
"I heard that too. Passing through the magic gate is the Kingdom of Flames. A great kingdom without hunger or mercenaries."
The little boy held his mother's hand tightly and squeezed in the line. His ears were filled with the chatter of the serfs and the loud scolding of the Knight. After walking through the long line, he arrived in front of the magic gate of the Island of Souls. A dark blue vortex slowly rotated on his back.
It was like a giant beast that was choosing its prey.
Many people could be seen lining up to enter the mouth of the giant beast and then disappear.
"I don't want to go in, I don't want to go in …" One could even hear a serf who was too afraid to enter the magic gate, but was still dragged and thrown into the magic gate by the Knight.
Liszt hoped that the Knight would treat the serfs well. However, it was impossible for the Knight to be gentle towards the serfs, it was normal for them to be rude.
"Mom, I'm scared." The little boy shook his mother's hand.
"Don't be afraid, that's a magic door."
"What's a magic door?"
"It's a magic door, a magical magic. Hold Mummy's hand and don't let go. We'll be able to reach our new home after walking through it." His mother also didn't know what a magic gate was. Although a Knight had explained it to them on the ship, the serfs' limited understanding was unable to understand what it meant to travel through space.
Of course, it was not necessary to know the specific principles. It was enough to know that this was magic — ordinary people were always full of reverence for magic and thought that it was omnipotent.
When the team arrived at the Magic Gate, they heard a Knight reading out the things to take note of.
Including the instructions for traveling through the magic gate, the Fire Kingdom's prohibitions, and so on. However, in the face of the mysterious and terrifying magic gate, few serfs listened carefully. They were either eager to try, or on tenterhooks. They took the initiative or were pushed into the behemoth-like blue vortex.
Boom!
"Jim, close your eyes and hold Mummy's hand tightly."
"Okay!" The little boy Jim closed his eyes, grabbed his mother's hand with both hands, and was pushed into the magic gate by the crowd. The next moment, a wonderful feeling of weightlessness hit him, and he was so scared that he almost cried.
Fortunately, his mother's hand was always there, making him feel safer little by little.
At this time, he couldn't help but think of the wizard named Donnie Truth, who always boasted about how magical and great the magic gate was. He said that it was jointly built by His Majesty the Great King Liszt Tulip and the Great Magic Scholar A Rhoides Truth.
It was the most magical embodiment of magic in the secular world, a symbol of the truth being conquered by humans.
Of course, the little boy Jim didn't understand the above boasting. He just remembered that the magic gate was great and wanted to take a peek.
So he cautiously opened his eyes and saw darkness, with occasional lightning-like flashes of light around him.
Before he could see clearly, his body tilted, and he had already walked out of the magic transmission array. He fell to the ground and rolled around with his mother and other serfs.
When he was helped up by his mother, his eyes suddenly opened up.
He saw a city with densely packed buildings, with no end in sight. There were tall castles around the city, and beautiful roads connected to each other. There was also a wizard tower towering into the clouds, as if it was a bridge between heaven and earth. There were also huge birds flying in the sky, and a Knight could be vaguely seen on the back of the bird.
"Don't be in a daze, hurry up, follow the team forward, don't block the magic gate!"
"Hurry up and follow, come here!"
"Keep up, keep up, don't pick up your shoes again if you lose them, someone will give you new daily necessities later!"
"Gather, calm down, gather!"
"Stand tight, don't block the roadside, gather in this open space!"
Before the serfs could sigh with emotion at the prosperous world they saw, they were shouted at by the Trainee Knight on horseback to gather in the open space beside the road. Almost all of them gathered in a small group of three to five hundred people. They were strictly restricted from walking and talking in private, so they could only wait anxiously.
A moment later.
A middle-aged man dressed as an official rushed over on horseback with his assistants.
With an impatient smile on his face, he said in broken Wind Language, "Hello, people from afar, I am a receptionist of the Reed City Serf Reception Committee. My name is White * *, you can call me Sir White * *. In the next few days, I will arrange for your clothing, food, housing, and transportation."
Sir White * * paused and continued, "Now, I will read to you a letter from the Master of the Sea, the Lord of all the Islands, the Great Holy Dragon – Invisible Dragon Knight, Fire Dragon Knight, Copper Dragon Knight, Gray Iron Dragon Knight, Bone Dragon Knight, Aluminum Dragon Knight, and King of the Fire Kingdom, Liszt Flame."
"The king is writing to us?"
"Wow, there are so many Dragon Knight!"
"There is only one Dragon Knight, and His Majesty is riding many dragons!"
"Really, a letter from the king?"
"How great!"
When the serfs heard the long list of titles, they were so surprised that they could not close their mouths.
"Be quiet, all of you!" Sir White * *'s assistant immediately lashed the whip in his hand on the ground, making a crisp snapping sound.
The crowd quickly fell silent.
Only then did Sir White * * pretend to take out a letter and read it word by word.
"To my people who have come from afar: You are very unfortunate. You have lost your land, your homes, and even your loved ones. However, you are also very fortunate. In the Fire Kingdom, you will be able to start a new life. In the name of the king, I promise you that everyone will be able to work, have enough to eat, get married, and have children. You will not be disturbed by war. Your children will be able to train their Combat Aura and learn knowledge. They will be blessed by the glory of knights and be protected by the king."
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