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Chapter 45 Cloud and Mist City

It is not in the vast and distant sky, not in the vast and deep ocean, not in the land covered with mountains and rivers, but in the border between dreams and reality, in the unknown place beyond the world.

Legend has it that there is a kingdom of God left behind by the gods, where one can climb to the root of the world. It is a country where all races can live equally, without oppression and war.

Everyone can freely and equally pursue everything they want. It is a paradise for all seekers of knowledge because there is mysterious knowledge from before the era.

Legend has it that wherever you go, you can get everything.

Yunwu City has a square structure as a whole and is neatly divided into 108 areas by twelve east-west streets and fourteen north-south streets. The terrain gradually becomes flat from north to south.

The ancient and mysterious architectural style and wooden buildings full of historical heritage are unique in the world today. Combined with the city body made of various colors of gold and stone, it is magnificent and yet exquisite.

On the easternmost side is a tall building gilded with red. This is the core area of ​​Yunwu City and the place where the gods dwell according to legend. They will send down oracles in the palace and point out the future path for the city.

In the center of the city stands a series of deep blue tower buildings. There are countless rare treasures and countless mysterious and unknown knowledge. As long as you pay something of equivalent value, you can get everything you want.

The south of the city is also the largest area, where all kinds of races live, including the undead, elves, orcs, mermaids, dragons, phoenixes, four-legged creatures that look like giant snakes with antlers on their heads, alchemical creatures that were created by accident, and confused extraordinary people who have nowhere to go.

And human beings are the most inconspicuous existence here.

Although Yunwu City is located at the junction of reality and dreams, there is still a distinction between day and night. This is a distortion from higher rules.

Here, the Glorious Code of the Misty City is the foundation of everything here. As long as you are in the Misty City and as long as you are willing to abide by the Glorious Code, you can maintain maximum sanity and live in peace.

Based on the existence of the Glorious Code, this city has become a miracle of this era.

"Little guy, do you understand the importance of this badge in your hand now?"

At a secret market in Backlund, two people wearing black hooded robes were huddled together.

The mysterious mask makes it impossible to see the face, and even the voice is distorted.

"This is the certificate for entering the kingdom of the gods, the entrance token to the dreamlike city like clouds and mist, and the promised land of all things!"

"Two gold pounds, any more and I'll leave." Another deep and weathered voice answered, and he stretched out a dry hand covered with age spots, constantly stroking the badge in his hand.

"Two pounds! I have to pay five sovereigns for a meal!"

There were not many people coming and going on the dark streets. Most of them were in a hurry and left after buying what they needed.

No, it cannot be called a street. This is just a wide section of the sewer in Backlund, which was transformed into a Beyonder trade fair by an unknown force behind the scenes. Anyone can set up a stall to trade, and they only need to pay a certain "sanitation maintenance fee" to keep the stall open for the whole night.

It was almost dawn and the sewer market was deserted.

"Can't you be more careful with the workmanship of this badge? At least use new materials. It's full of holes and dents. If I didn't happen to use an old badge prop, you probably wouldn't be able to sell it for a year."

"Do you really think that the old man is blind and clumsy?"

The old man argued, looked at the badge in his hand for a few seconds and was about to put it down.

"Okay, okay, take it."

Seeing the old man in black robe was about to turn around, the stall owner spoke.

"It's a rare occasion that I respect the elderly and love the young."

He was mumbling to himself as if he had suffered a great loss.

"Here you go, two gold pounds." He took out the money from his pocket and did not linger any longer. He walked around several stalls, took away some old items, and then left slowly.

The badge stall owner's eyes flickered for a long time, but he finally gave up the idea.

He then took out another badge from his bosom. It was simple and mysterious, with traces of time, and tree-like patterns entwined in a concentric circle. He placed it in the most inconspicuous place inside, together with a pile of shabby things.

Backlund, North District, Böklund Street.

The moonlight was like salt sprinkled on the ground, white and bright.

The lights in a bedroom of a mansion were turned on late at night. The spacious room was covered with soft wool blankets, the oak floor was dust-free, and the air was filled with the scent of spring flowers.

Even the bathroom was filled with light, the lights softened by a slight mist, a full-length glass mirror was inlaid on the wall made of flawless white tiles, and a few drops of water slowly fell on the mirror.

There is no doubt that such financial resources are beyond the reach of ordinary people.

In front of the mirror, a hunchbacked old man in a black hooded robe was gesturing up and down on his face.

He took off the mask from his face, tore off his clothes and threw them on the hanger beside him.

A handsome face with red hair, blue eyes, a deep nose, bright eyes and even bone structure was reflected in the mirror. After a wisp of white mist passed by, the hunched body straightened up, and the whole person's temperament became clearer and more noble.

Louis Panormo, the MC who had become famous in Backlund over the past week, was undoubtedly the best host for all kinds of events, whether it was a funeral or a wedding, a party or a salon.

But he obviously didn't have time to care about the host's affairs now, as another matter concerning his past and future was lingering in his mind.

Because his memory only stayed within this week!

I woke up in the mansion, with only my name and various pieces of knowledge in my mind.

Soon, all kinds of people came to my door and asked me to host various meetings. Having lost my memory, I didn't dare to refuse rashly.

What is the plan behind all this? Who am I? Where are my parents? Where is my hometown? Is there an incredible existence behind all this?

It also has its own sequence of roads.

Louis, who was sitting on the sofa, slumped down and adjusted to a more comfortable posture, allowing his body and mind to relax.

According to the mysterious knowledge in my mind, there are 22 complete and feasible sequence paths in this world. After my verification over the past few days, most of them have traces to follow.

But my own sequence pathway doesn't seem to be among these 22?

Louis's face was distorted, and it was unclear whether his expression was happy or sad.

He is the Sequence of the Light of Glory, Sequence Nine Extraordinary Person——Ritual Soul (Ritual Priest)

In his mind, the two words "Lihun" were written in a language he had never seen in Loen. He searched through all the information and only found some similarities with Emperor Roselle's diary, but not much.

There are also many mysterious and ancient sacrificial dances and sacrificial poems, which also make him popular in major ceremonies, especially funerals.

The poems he sang were vast and distant, like ancient soul-calling songs sung in an empty and deserted wilderness, conveying the living's thoughts and blessings for the dead, enough to dispel the excessive sadness and melancholy of both.

It gives the living the courage to move towards the future, and the dead the courage to return to the arms of their mother.

(End of this chapter)