Having crossed the last pink cloud, Velin stood on a platform formed by an insignificant branch of the Tokakolien Tree. Looking back, he finally realized just how long the road he had taken was.
Below the clouds lay a sky.
It was said that the sky above and below the Realm Above the Clouds was one and the same, though he did not know whether that was true.
After pausing for a moment, Velin withdrew his gaze and followed the Wind Fairy Tayana into a passage through the roots. Stepping onto naturally formed stairs, he made his way upward.
More than ten minutes later, they emerged from the root passage, and light appeared before them.
"So many Wind Fairies!"
Xuemiyya looked at the scene on the street and could not help but exclaim.
Velin was equally surprised. This was probably the greatest number of fairies he had ever seen in his life.
As far as the eye could see, there were at least tens of thousands of Wind Fairies.
As they walked through the district, he observed how the Wind Fairies traded. He found that they did not judge an item's trade value by its inherent worth, but by personal preference.
With the aid of Comprehend Languages, Velin occasionally heard exchanges like these.
"What do you want for this fruit?"
"A story. How about it?"
"Sure! What kind of story do you want?"
"A sad story."
"That works."
Thus, the fruit's trade value was defined as a sad story.
As they passed a stall, Mina, the Dream Fairy, suddenly tugged on a strand of Velin's hair and said, "Velin, buy that."
Following the Dream Fairy's finger, he saw three Seeds emitting a gentle glow displayed atop a leaf.
Seeing this, the Wind Fairy Tayana stopped and waited for Velin.
Trade