Chess Mage of Faerûn

Chapter 216 Watching the Sunset from the Cloud Top, My Heart Is in Turmoil

After driving Barberton away, Sazard simply sat down cross-legged and chatted with the Canaanite team members about all sorts of things. Kegan, the shortest of the group, got along very well with the giant who was so different in size from him.

After all, he's a seasoned veteran who's been around for years. When he starts bragging, he doesn't even need a draft in his mind; he just opens his mouth and confuses the young guy so much that he's practically crippled.

The mage leaned against the rooftop railing, smiling and watching the others laugh and play. Since arriving in Faerûn, his usual short hair had grown into long hair past his ears. The howling wind blew his hair high into the air, making it flutter.

Watching the sunset from the top of the mountain offers a completely different experience.

At this moment, Zhang Yuan, who is at the highest point of the Cloud Castle, can take in the entire scenery below.

As the sun sets in the west, its afterglow paints the distant sky and earth a crimson hue. Through gaps in the clouds, glimpses of the landscape below can be seen, evoking a feeling akin to looking down upon the earth from an airplane in a past life.

The Cloud Castle should be above the distant forest. Looking down, there is a vast forest, and in the northeast of the forest, there are towering peaks with majestic shapes that seem to reach straight into the clouds.

Looking down at the castle beneath his feet, built above the clouds and suspended high in the sky, this miraculous creation made him marvel at and admire the civilization of Faerûn for the first time.

Although he didn't say it aloud, Zhang, who came from a modern technological society, actually held a somewhat arrogant and condescending attitude towards Faerûn, a society that resembled ancient Europe, even though he knew that it contained profound powers unimaginable in his previous life and an equally advanced and remarkable ancient civilization.

He can control his own power, and besides, the strength of an individual does not fully represent the progress of society as a whole.

Civilization has long since vanished, leaving only a feudal society resembling the Middle Ages; history has turned back time.

But today, the mage, who has witnessed the legendary Cloud City, has finally seen another side of this world. It is not only the longing for the peak of the strong that he once had, but also the budding of something that can be called hope, ambition or desire.

I also want a floating city, or at least a mage tower that can float!

Zhang Yuan knew that if others heard about his dream, they would laugh themselves to death.

You, a mere mid-level mage, dare to presume to build a mage tower?

Many high-level mages are still working hard and racking their brains to build their mage towers. These things are not built by simply putting up paper; they are built with real gold and silver and all kinds of rare resources!
But Zhang Yuan was not afraid. He knew that the middle level could not confine him, and the high-level mage was not his final destination.

As for resources, that is indeed a problem. Although our team has earned quite a bit during our adventures, it is still just a drop in the ocean compared to even the lowest budget investment in the Mage Tower.

Thinking he could build a tower with that little capital? He felt he'd be better off writing a book on capital (just kidding!), no, a modern economics treatise or a business operation model guide to offer to Woking in exchange for divine favor, or even just offering himself up as a candidate—that would be more realistic.

Fortunately, in this ancient continent of Faerûn—where ruins of ancient cities abound; where the people are simple and honest, yet various cults and extremist organizations roam freely; and where order is well-maintained, yet who knows what kind of monsters lurk in the sewers and caves—there are always some kind-hearted, warm-hearted, and generous people who can offer assistance to Master Zhang's great tower-building project.

For example, the Deanis family, who are almost extinct and living in their castle; the old dragon Felcragg, who has amassed a fortune his whole life and is just waiting for the right person to come to him; and the group of fat, bloated merchants of Ascatra.

Although he hadn't figured out how to persuade these kind people to actively sponsor his grand plan to build a mage tower, he firmly believed that the skills of eloquence and valuation were actually linked to spellcasting level and swordsmanship, and had nothing to do with charm.

Especially for the passionate Old Fei, after contributing a huge sponsorship fee, he fully deserves a room in his future mage tower, such as a specimen room or a biological materials room. Even if he voluntarily donates his body, the naming rights to these rooms aren't non-transferable; everything is negotiable.

Just as Zhang Yuan was letting loose and envisioning the future, an old voice pulled his thoughts back from the clouds to the ground—or rather, back to the clouds.

"How was it? Pretty amazing, huh?" The old man had somehow appeared on the rooftop, a pipe dangling from his lips, and he chuckled as he looked at himself. "When I was young, the first time I learned to transform into an eagle and fly freely, I rode the wind, soaring high in the sky, taking in this vast land. The novelty and indescribable emotion I felt... Ah, I'm getting old."

Coming to his senses, Zhang Yuan curled his lip, thinking to himself, "Who knows how long a legend like you will live? Why are you pretending to be sentimental?"

He asked, "So, has the matter of that female elf been resolved?"

"She has a name, it's called Talinda, she's the youngest daughter of the Moonfall family, and she'll be your teammate from now on, so stop calling her 'elf' and 'elf'."

Zhang Da Guanren glared at Galas:

"Come on, old man, why do you seem to know so much about and care so much about this Talinda Moonfall?"

Without waiting for the other party to explain, he turned around and looked directly into the old man's eyes:

"Please tell me the truth, what exactly is this Miss Yue Luo about? And how should I treat her?"

The old man was silent for a moment, then sighed and placed a hand on Zhang Yuan's shoulder:
"Sit down and talk."

“She is indeed from the Moonfall family in the Farview Forest, and I have already explained why I let her follow you,” Garas explained as he pulled the mage to sit down with him.

"I believe you!" Zhang Yuan believed this superficial excuse, but how could he not know that these days druids were even more eager to be good people than paladins?

He didn't refute or argue, he just looked at the old man with an air of "I don't know, but I just feel something's wrong."

“Sigh~” Galas broke the silence: “Speaking of which, this girl is somewhat related to me.”

"Your illegitimate daughter?"

Cough cough cough~ Gallas almost choked to death after taking a puff of his cigarette. He nearly coughed up his lungs. After gasping for breath for a while, he grabbed the wooden cane next to him and swung it at the little bastard's head.

After delivering a series of ruthless blows, turning the opposing Master Zhang into a veritable Buddha, the old man finally stopped, angrily pointing his pipe at Zhang Yuan, almost poking him in the nose.

"You have such a foul mouth, don't you even use your brain? Just because you're related doesn't mean you're my daughter? Then you're related to me too, are you my grandson?"

(End of this chapter)