"Uncle Alaric, when I return to the Sinapsis Subcontinent this time, I won't be going back with you."
Hearing Velin's words, Alaric said, "Be careful on the road. When returning from the Brizet Subcontinent to the Sinapsis Subcontinent, remember to avoid those dangerous places."
"I understand," Velin replied.
Half an hour later, Velin finished chatting with Alaric and went to look for Kyle.
After spending two hours searching the entire camp, he still found no trace of Kyle. Even Lester was nowhere to be seen.
Returning to the Ice House, Velin sat on the ice bed and stroked his chin. "They didn't go somewhere to fight, did they?"
The more he thought about it, the more likely it seemed. Velin simply stopped looking for Kyle. He took a large stack of blank paper from his Spatial Ring and set it beside him, then took out several bottles of ink, uncorked them, and placed them on the other side.
Once he had finished all that, Velin placed his hands behind his head and lay down comfortably.
With a thought, a sheet of blank paper floated into the air.
He guided the pen and ink into threads in the air, following his thoughts as they formed line after line of words upon the paper.
"Amid the boundless wind and snow, a..."
As his thoughts raced, the paper was covered in writing in less than a minute.
The sheet filled with words trembled a few times, removing the moisture, before drifting down onto the distant ice table.
The next blank sheet immediately floated up and received the ink.
Time passed bit by bit, and more and more sheets filled with writing piled up.
"After eliminating the cult in Tata Town, Xilin and Na gave the town mayor a thorough beating, received the reward