"Farewell, sir."
"Farewell, Velin."
Watching the Floating Ship recede into the distance, Grey returned to the round table and sat down. He picked up his teacup, drained the tea in one gulp, then steered the Floating Ship toward the Xenops Subcontinent.
Once he completed this final journey, he would leave this world.
As for whether he would ever come here again, that was a matter for the future.
On the Star Moon Floating Ship, Velin stood on the deck and looked up at the sky, a wistful look on his face.
He truly had not expected that, at the moment of parting, he would receive a gift from the other party—and such a precious one at that.
"I probably won't forget for the rest of my life that, in my youth, I met a Star Realm Merchant named Grey."
Hearing her husband's reflection, Xuemya took out a black notebook, turned to page thirty, and recorded those words.
If Velin forgot in the future, she would take it out to remind him. If he did not forget, then it would become an ancient historical record of the future.
As for Kyle, he merely looked up at his sentimental lord, then lowered his head again and continued reading his magic books to deepen his understanding of magic.
Three days later, the three of them returned to the capital of the Okra Kingdom.
That very night, Kyle left the Cross Continent and headed for the Sixth Teleportation Array Island.
As for that divine artifact, Velin, Xuemya, and Kyle all selectively forgot about it. When the time came, the subject would naturally be brought up.
After staying in the palace for a few days, Velin took Xuemya to the Third Corps headquarters in Xinia City, the Provincial Capital of Xinia Province, preparing to discuss