Seeing this, Grey waved open the door to the Demiplane. A pair of Mage Hands condensed, then reached inside and took out one Transcendent item after another, each sealed in its own independent space.
Looking at the nine balls of light laid out before him, Velin willed them into the inner space of the Druid's Tree, while warning the book not to get any improper ideas about these things, or he would sell it off on the spot.
Faced with that naked warning, the Druid's Book chose to be a perfectly ordinary storage space, thinking nothing and doing nothing.
Night fell. The magic lamps around the Floating Ship lit up, driving away the darkness.
Velin sipped tea while listening to Grey recount his experiences in Ilyria over the past eighty years.
He had set out from the Xenops Subcontinent, then traveled in succession to the Brizet Subcontinent, the Lansiria Subcontinent, the Yanodeqi Subcontinent, the Menglimia Subcontinent, the Hilovet Subcontinent, the Fayagaen Subcontinent... and finally to the main continent.
Wherever he went, he either visited the foremost city of the subcontinent to experience its culture and scenery, or entered the mysterious wilderness for a thrilling adventure.
As he listened to Grey's stories, yearning could not help but well up in Velin's heart.
Some of those experiences were even more exciting than what was recorded in those adventure storybooks, and they were no less impressive than certain tales in Mite's Travels.
"Still, of the seventeen subcontinents, I only visited fourteen. That is somewhat regrettable."
"Your Excellency, you should know that I, a native living being, have only ever moved around the Xenops Subcontinent. At most, I've been to the Brizet Subcontinent once," Velin said, a faint trace of resentment in his eyes.
"Hahaha." Grey laughed loudly. "In that case, I really should