Chapter 192: Prototype of the City of a Thousand Spells

The next day, Sai Faer used a transformation spell to turn the three of them into Nikkesaran people; Sai Faer became a dark‑skinned old man, Xia Nai turned into a stout, overweight woman, while the little boy changed little, with Sai Faer only completely altering his face.

Riding the phantom steed summoned by Summoning, the three quickly reached the frontline Du Zu La City, a city situated behind a great canyon, in rugged terrain; not far ahead, at the other end of the canyon, there had once been a city called Pan Kulu.

Because the kingdom's army was too powerful, the "city walls" that the kingdom's forces wanted to breach into Alliance territory turned Pan Kulu into a ghost town; the Alliance withdrew Pan Kulu's citizens and troops back into Du Zu La City, leaving only a pyramid that continuously emitted Divine Spell to repel the kingdom army's assault.

Du Zu La City, the Alliance's most martial‑virtue‑rich city, is a typical classical militaristic society; every youth in Du Zu La City is compulsorily required to undergo military training. Household training starts no later than age twelve, depending on the family's economic means.

This leaves Du Zu La City with a large pool of usable warriors.

Moreover, with the war underway and the already defunct Pan Kulu set aside, the remaining four cities have been sending Du Zu La massive manpower and resources, including corn, meat, eggs, dairy, weapons, armor, and so on.

Du Zu La City stores enough corn to feed its 300,000 inhabitants for a year, and boasts stone‑built walls that are extremely rare on Maztek, making it a solid fortress.

After passing the strict soldier inspection at the city gate, Sai Faer and the two others entered the city.

"What's wrong, A Maiya?" Xia Nai asked, looking at the little boy who kept his head lowered, a bit puzzled.

A Maiya subtly pointed to the wall not far away; Sai Faer and Xia Nai walked over and found a notice posted there.

"They're after them, or are they after you?" Xia Nai was surprised; she hadn't expected the boy to be so highly sought after. She looked around and saw many places plastered with similar wanted notices.

A Maiya gave a slight nod; seeing this, Sai Faer smiled, "No need to worry, the power of the transformation spell is beyond what these locals can see through."

Then he glanced toward the pyramid at the city's center, a hint of worry flashing in his eyes.

"Are you worried, teacher?" Xia Nai said softly.

Sai Faer nodded, sighed, "You saw earlier how powerful the pyramids are; even that single barrier is almost unstoppable. The Kingdom of Kurtaka, which can press the Alliance that possesses the pyramids, is not to be underestimated."

"I'm worried; the opponent has Legendary Level power, and if the Golden Legion runs into trouble…"

He turned to Xia Nai seriously, "You should return to Frelen early; if you get caught up in a battlefield involving Legendary power, your abilities likely won't let you survive."

Xia Nai froze for a moment, then anxiously asked, "Then aren't you planning to go back?"

Sai Faer shook his head, "I still have unfinished business, and you're only a 12th‑level Mage. The Golden Legion is too lazy to pursue a deserting Mage; out of courtesy they'll let you go, but they won't allow a nine‑ring Mage who takes a benefit to refuse to serve them at a crucial moment."

"Now, let's go talk to that general first. If he can cooperate with the Golden Legion, everything will be easy to arrange."

——

The sun rose gradually from the eastern woods, the dawn forcefully pushing back the night and spilling brilliant golden light. Morning dew glittered among the foliage, birds awoke, and pleasant chirping rose and fell everywhere.

Walo Sang faced the sunrise, his muscular torso bare, a convenient white loincloth tied at his waist, and his powerful, thick thighs signaled his terrifying Physical Quality.

In front of him stood a tub of cold water and a ceramic basin. The high temperatures of Maztek have made Walo Sang accustomed to cold‑water baths over the years; once pampered aristocratic youths, he is now a rough, unpretentious man. He scooped a basin of cold water and poured it over his head. The stream fell like a waterfall over his body; the morning breeze turned instantly chilly, his skin prickled, yet his expression remained unchanged.

Suddenly, a delicate hand appeared behind him, holding a towel to wipe him down.

"My Sang, are you still busy today?" Mai Ti Ti Si said plaintively to Walo Sang.

Walo Sang's muscles tightened at the words, and he gave a dry laugh, "Of course, you know how busy I am—city construction needs my planning, the study of Magic Knowledge cannot be neglected, the master explicitly demanded that I lead everyone in learning Magic Knowledge, and I'm already stretched thin."

"But…" Mai Ti Ti Si gently poked his hard back muscles shyly, "You haven't been with me for several days now."

Walo Sang felt a tingling on his scalp; as the saying goes, a short separation feels like a new marriage, and the 'seven‑year itch' can be deadly. He and Mai Ti Ti Si have been together for over seven years, never apart, already like an old married couple, with no daily desire for frivolous pursuits.

Moreover, what meaning does a woman have? Having touched the Arcane Power world, Walo Sang now devotes his whole being every day to that elusive little pixie, eager to clutch a Spellbook day and night.

What was that phrase the master said again?

Oh right, the book mentions beauties and gold!

He has no spare mind to deal with the yellow‑faced old woman at home!

Indeed, under Naimi Xisi's constant brainwashing and the lure of Arcane Power, virtually everyone in the Nikkesaran Basin now fervently studies Arcane Knowledge, taking learning as honor and stupidity as shame.

During the construction of the Mage Tower, all five thousand Nikkesaran residents of the city had already become Mage apprentices capable of casting tricks and communicating via the Magic Net.

!

After this period of study, nearly a hundred Level 1 Mages even emerged!

Especially Walo Sang, who, despite looking like a muscle‑bound foolish brute, oddly possesses a talent for learning Arcane Power.

Coupled with Naimi Xisi's abundant Spellbooks, he has now become the basin's first Level 3 Mage.

"Hmph, suit yourself! How annoying!" Mai Ti Ti Si pinched Walo Sang hard, twisted her waist, and walked back into the house.

Walo Sang casually took a cloth, wiped himself, put on his clothes, and left the house feeling refreshed.

Yes, this is another development in the basin.

All the Nikkesaran people have now built their own huts near the pyramid, guided by Walo Sang's architectural designs; the vast majority of Nikkesaran houses bear a strong Frelen Sword Bay style.

According to Walo Sang's plan, this area will become the city's central district in the future, the territory of the Dependents who first followed the master.

"City of a Thousand Spells, what a wonderful concept," Walo Sang sighed, gazing at the sunrise.

This will be a holy site for Spellcasters, the haven of Maztek's sages, the City of a Thousand Spells—Ao Ke Louis.

This is the name Walo Sang chose; Louis means "one thousand" in Maztek's ancient tongue, and Ao Ke means "magic."

(End of Chapter)