Ghostlands, the Floating City.
Through the Arcane Shield, clouds could be seen dancing outside. Though the city already floated high in the sky, the constant temperature barrier kept it as warm as ever inside.
Elven commoners bustled through the city. The markets, exchanges, and theaters were packed, while construction crews elsewhere worked at a feverish pace, building this emerging city.
In their spare moments, many elven workers put down their work and admired this city in the sky, filled with immense pride as it slowly took shape in their own hands.
After handling the Council's daily affairs, Patrick once again plunged into his tireless pursuit of arcane magic. He needed to continue developing an offensive Super Arcane Magic spell before powerful enemies arrived in the future, to demonstrate his strength. For the Floating City's "Tranquility" as well, Patrick needed to give his faction a layer of protective coloration, warning those with ill intentions not to act rashly.
Patrick had already sent Sailervor back to Silvermoon City. He would never agree to the Council's compensation policy. As for how the king would handle it, that was the king's business, and Patrick did not need to pay any particular attention.
There was just one thing Patrick had not expected: even now, the Councilors still refused to give up and kept laying traps everywhere, waiting for him to take the bait. When he held the advantage, Councilor Oaks naturally stood on his side. Once his fortunes collapsed, Ox Dawnblade would naturally stand on the side of "justice" and shift all responsibility onto Patrick.
However, he had already taught Sunwing and the others a lesson in front of the king. Without fully gathering information on Patrick and thoroughly understanding his spellcasting abilities, the Four Great Families, having already suffered a loss, would not confront