Chapter 171: Star Dew Scepter

Seeing his own younger brother finally calm down, Aolando then spoke to explain, "One thousand years ago, the family was in turmoil and the Star Dew Scepter was lost. Later generations have been silently searching for it. Not long ago, clues suddenly appeared—do you really have no doubts at all?"

"But Aolando, haven't you already revealed the Scepter's current location through prophecy?" Feinuoweita was very puzzled, "Could it be that even prophecy is unreliable?"

"No, my brother, the prophecy is indeed true."

"Then why do you want to stop us from going to investigate?" As he spoke, Feinuoweita's emotions became impatient again.

He had originally thought his older brother, the Patriarch, was hesitating because he doubted the authenticity of the clues, but to be this hesitant even when the Scepter's location was already confirmed made it hard for him to accept.

The Star Dew Scepter itself did not have much value to the family; perhaps it was a symbol of family power a thousand years ago, but now that a thousand years had passed, the Star Dew Scepter had long since lost its symbolic significance.

What truly kept the family thinking about it was that this Scepter was the key to opening the family's secret chamber; it was precisely because they had lost the Star Dew Scepter that the family's development had stagnated, or even regressed, over these thousand years.

If not for the fact that the family possessed an Advanced Rank Mage, they might have declined long ago, but that existence had already felt the call of Arvandor a hundred years ago and was now merely forcibly lingering in the world.

The family was in desperate need of a successor deterrent force!

And it was inside the Banweimian Mishi opened by the Star Dew Scepter!

Thinking of this, Feinuoweita's mood became even more agitated, "Aolando, let me go find the Scepter!"

"No, Feinuoweita, my brother!" Aolando suddenly stood up and placed his hand on his brother's shoulder; there was no Magic, no strange arts, just a gentle patting like when they were children.

The two did not move their bodies, but the pavilion they were in moved quietly until it reached the edge of the courtyard, where they could see tall buildings rising from the ground in the distance.

These were formed by the aggregation of ancient trees that had grown for years, full of vitality; sunlight spilled down, plating the leaves in gold, and as a breeze blew past, it even emitted bursts of pleasant music.

Contrasting with this beautiful scenery were teams of Elf knights riding Pegasus and unicorns, flying up and down among these buildings, while on the ground, various low-rise buildings were decorated by the trees, complementing each other.

Aolando turned his brother's gaze outward, "Look, beneath this bright and clean exterior, there is actually hidden countless darkness. The Star Dew Scepter possesses powerful Magic; how could it suddenly be prophesied?"

Without waiting for his brother to speak, Aolando continued, "Whether there is a conspiracy here is not worth mentioning for now, but after receiving the prophetic revelation ten years ago and confirming the general location of the Scepter, I had already dispatched personnel to investigate."

"What?!" Feinuoweita stood up in surprise.

And at the very moment he stood up, the wooden chair that had been supporting him also quietly dissipated. At this moment, Feinuoweita's mind was completely occupied by the clues of the Scepter; disregarding etiquette, he grabbed his brother's upper arm and asked with an urgent tone:

"What clues are there? Have you found the Scepter?"

"Regrettably, not yet!" But the expression on Aolando's face did not have the slightest hint of regret, "It seems there has always been a force interfering with my prophecy, making me unable to grasp the specific location of the Scepter."

He paused, as if to leave time for Feinuoweita to think—Elves never lacked time—and Aolando waved his hand to summon a floating fruit platter.

He picked up a fruit with a strange shape from the top and just sniffed it with the tip of his nose; the fruit shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye until the flesh completely disappeared.

Leaving behind a fruit pit similar in shape to the fruit, Aolando pinched the pit, looked at it against the sunlight, and tossed it under the courtyard.

If an Elf Commoner picked it up, it would be considered a favor from the Star Dew Family.

At this time, Feinuoweita also took a fruit, sniffed it, and revealed an expression of enjoyment; afterwards, he also looked at the pit against the sunlight and then threw it under the courtyard.

"Aolando, what is your plan?"

"This matter is not suitable for high-profile handling for the time being. I have arranged for the Family Guard to go and stop the humans from expanding. It is just the descendant of a mortal Mage; there is no need to worry too much."

Although he said so, when Aolando mentioned "mortal Mage," his eyes were still full of wariness; a hundred years ago, he had secretly fought against that so-called Great Arcanist.

The result was—he lost to a mortal human whose age was only a fraction of his own. This made Aolando, who had always considered himself a superior life form, feel deeply humiliated, and in the hundred-plus years since, he had not even set foot in the Nether Territory again.

Feinuoweita did not notice Aolando's thoughts and was still introducing to his brother the intelligence brought by his so-called human friend—

"It is said that the Savile Territory is preparing to hold an Arcane Competition next month, perhaps in preparation for opening up the Green Pearl Forest."

"Heh, an Arcane Competition? Humans learn quite fast, but there is no need to pay attention to them." Aolando did not take this matter to heart; what he was truly worried about was the reaction of other families within Cormanthor City.

The news of the Star Dew Scepter's appearance had not yet spread, but Aolando knew that this matter could not be hidden for long; in the end, one still had to speak with strength.

Thinking of this, a shadow suddenly covered Aolando's calm heart. Although outsiders did not know, as the Patriarch, he was very clear that the family's only Advanced Rank Mage could no longer fight.

Perhaps when returning to Arvandor, there would be one final strike, but it would only be a single strike.

Afterwards, Aolando chatted with Feinuoweita about the poetry currently popular in Cormanthor. When the sun set, Aolando then told his brother: "Pacify the clansmen, do not go out in the near future!"

After speaking, his figure gradually faded and finally dissipated in the afterglow of the sunset.

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Savile Territory.

The schemes of the Elves had no impact on the humans living here; even news from the distant Empire lost most of its shock when it reached here.

For the people of Savile Territory, the biggest event recently was that the Lord's follower had advanced to become an Arcanist, although the vast majority of people did not have much understanding of the concept of an Arcanist.

But in the mouths of those who had stayed in the Mage Tower and eventually left in dejection, an Arcanist was incredible! For this reason, the Lord had even specially prepared a grand celebration.

And at the celebration, there was also an Arcane Competition to watch; one could not usually see the performances of the Mage masters, and they certainly wouldn't perform specifically for Commoners.

This time, one must take a good look.

Of course, those who already had a certain understanding of Magic focused their attention on the land-clearing operation that the Territory was about to launch.

Many Adventurers had already temporarily suspended their outdoor adventure activities, sharpening their blades and preparing!

For a time, in Savile Town, when two people met, if they didn't talk about topics related to the Arcane Competition or the opening of the wilderness, they would be embarrassed to call it a conversation.