After waiting for a while, after the light source symbolizing daylight in the town was extinguished, the ceremony officially began.

A firecracker, a bell, and music sounded. Then, a guard of honor in a dress separated the crowd and stood on both sides of the long paved red carpet.

The elders of Zoer, dressed in priestly robes and carrying boxes containing the hearts of the first Zoer, slowly walked up to the platform. Behind them, many male Zoer stood under the stage with items used for sacrifices.

The priests placed the boxes on the sacrificial table, recited the sacrifice in the elves, then burned incense, performed a great ceremony of three bows and nine buttons, and then carried the sacrifices up.

The entire sacrifice lasted for an hour before it ended.

The subsequent activities are what everyone is most looking forward to.

There are countless stalls along the street selling a wide range of goods, and the food and fun are dazzling.

The light of the colorful lights hanging on the top of the stalls makes the items fascinating. The street shops are brightly lit, submerging the entire city in the ocean of lights.

Chihiro looked around like a curious child.

Shi Miye accompanied her around, holding a small wooden stick in her mouth, which was left over from the candy that Chihiro stuffed him, and there was still a trace of sweetness on it.

The lively atmosphere filled the entire street made him almost forget to think.

How long ago did I last visited the market with someone else?

It was obviously more than half a year ago, but it seemed like a century had passed.

"Hey! What's wrong with you?" Qianxun noticed that Shi Miya was a little absent-minded and asked in front of him.

"Ah, I just remembered some past events." Shi Miye was shocked, then came to his senses and took out the wooden stick in his mouth.

Chihiro was interested, but Shimiya chose to keep silent.

"Well, forget it," Qianxun was a little disappointed, and happily pulled Shi Miya to a stall with strange pendants. Qianxun picked up one casually, "How about it? Do you want one? It is said that hanging on the staff can slightly increase the power of the staff! Even if you are a melee mage, I think you have your own staff, right?"

"My name was broken before I came here!" Shi Miye was a little impatient and blurted out his words, as if he was yelling.

Qianxun was stunned. She didn't expect Midnight to lose her temper when that time came.

"Sorry." Shi Miye immediately realized that he had passed a little and apologized immediately.

Chihiro tried hard to squeeze out a stiff smile, saying that he didn't take it seriously.

"Then why don't you get another one?" Chihiro was very curious.

Shi Miye smiled bitterly: "It's not that easy."

The mage's staff is not something you can use by just taking one, but you have to choose one that is very consistent with you. Whether it is attributes or materials for making, the ultimate goal is to allow your magic to flow smoothly within the staff, thereby exerting the maximum magic amplification effect of the staff.

So choosing a staff is a two-way process.

"Otherwise, after we return to the ground, we will find the "Scepter Founder"! Please help you make a suitable staff." Chihiro suggested.

""Steam casting master"?" Shi Miye had never heard of it. His first reaction was that this person should be a forge. He did not know the relevant knowledge and rumors about the forge rank.

"No! He is also an orthodox mage, but his family specializes in and makes staff. Historians from all generations have devoted their entire lives to this industry," explained Chihiro. "So, the quality of the staff he made is far higher than the things that the forgeators do, especially in terms of durability."

Shi Miya was a little interested.

"As far as I know, he is the only one left in the master's family, and he is over 60 years old and has no descendants, and there are not many disciples who have become famous," Chihiro began to gossip, "so there are rumors that the master gave his heirloom "the blessing of the dead" to a person who has no intersection."

"Eh?" Shi Miye's back chilled, and he secretly glanced at the skull ring on his hand. He couldn't help but think of the old man who gave it to him, ""Blessing of the Dead"?"

"Well. No one knows what it looks like, but only knows that it has the power to communicate with the dead of hell, so the descendants of his family have been masters because they have guidance from previous generations. As for where that master is, I don't know, so I can only try my luck." Qianxun added quietly.

Shi Miya didn't know what to do for a moment.

"Swoosh-bang!" At this moment, a sharp whistle pierced the sky, and then exploded in the air, leaving a fleeting splendor.

Then, more and more fireworks bloomed in the sky, and the sky was colorful.

This colorful color carved a trace in the eyes of midnight haze.

"Hey, Chihiro, you just asked me what I remembered. I can tell you now that I remembered my best friend, a guy who ignored my own safety in order to help me, and I... left him and ran away by myself." Looking at the colorful sky, Shi Miye stuffed the small wooden stick in his hand back into his mouth.
Chapter completed!