The Queen of Scrolls never admits defeat

What would normally take several days to traverse treacherous mountain passes and wide rivers, Zhizhi could cross in just a few steps.

Moran initially enjoyed this unique way of traveling, but as she sped up, she relaxed and her consciousness sank into her personal magic network space. She recorded the spell models of the Graveyard Singer that she knew one by one in the corresponding class area of ​​her personal magic network space.

After becoming a normal Graveyard Singer, one needs to undergo rigorous training at the boundary between life and death, experiencing the burgeoning power of life and the tranquility of the power of death, constantly honing one's spiritual and mental strength, and using the spell models in the magic network and one's own mental strength to control more of the power of life and death.

Moran, on the other hand, skipped this process.

The magic power is directly converted into the magical energy needed by the Graveyard Singer. Combined with his mental power, he records the magic while simultaneously raising his class level.

By the time Moran reached the vicinity of Quellariel, he had already become a level 10 Graveyard Singer.

She doesn't have a higher-level career path to inherit from this profession, so her level is currently stuck here.

"Is that Quellariel?" Moran gazed at the sea of ​​clouds.

The magnificent triple-ring structure floated there silently.

She had seen this city in the memories of many monks, but none of them were as awe-inspiring as seeing it with her own eyes.

The outermost ring of silver light is the most expansive in diameter. Upon closer inspection, one can discern numerous independent floating platforms and densely packed building complexes distributed along the ring.

Countless magical airships of various shapes and sizes moved and docked in an orderly fashion, carrying cargo and travelers.

This is the gateway connecting Quilaril to the outside world, and the first stop for all visitors.

The amethyst ring in the middle layer is slightly smaller in size, but it is filled with a heart-stopping magical energy.

The entire ring is almost entirely cast from star crystal and mithril, with a dense and heavy structure.

Above, there are countless towering spires, huge arches, winding corridors, and walls engraved with perpetual motion runes, which together form an incredibly complex, nested three-dimensional magic circle.

A visible torrent of magical energy, like a tamed and magnificent aurora borealis, bursts forth from specific magical nodes on the ring, flowing outward along a predetermined trajectory toward the silver ring.

The innermost Starry Sacred Domain is a relatively compact circular floating island.

At its center stands a colossal tree, its entire body shimmering with starlight. Its branches reach into the sky, its roots penetrate deep into the floating city, and every shimmer of its leaves draws in countless stellar energies.

The Star Spirits were born from the radiance of this ancient star-shine tree.

The ancient tree is surrounded by a majestic elven palace and a slender tower that reaches into the clouds.

The entire Starry Sacred Domain is the homeland of the Star Elves.

With the Starlight Ancient Tree at its core, a stable source of gravity is formed, constantly absorbing and transforming the purest stellar power, maintaining the magical balance of the entire Quellariel floating city and even the vast subordinate territories below.

Looking at this city, Moran felt a sense of awe and admiration for its magnificent civilization; it truly deserved to be the magic center of a level 15 world.

No wonder all the mages in the Thran world yearn for Quellariel.

There are several ways to get to the floating city from the ground.

The most common and cheapest option is to take the giant, regularly operating public magic airship – the Starry Sky Shuttle.

If you can afford the teleportation fee, you can also go to the teleportation hall and use the directional teleportation array.

Some high-ranking mages certified by Quel'Rel can use the Rainbow Staircase for free.

Moran chose the most conventional and best way to observe how the city operates: the Starry Sky shuttle bus.

The waiting platform is located on a gentle hillside on the edge of the territory below Quellariel.

The passengers waiting here were of all kinds.

The largest group consists of low-level mages.

Most of them wore robes of various styles but ordinary material, and they were either carrying heavy books or boxes of magical materials.

Some frowned, muttering to themselves, while others stared blankly at the giant city above the clouds, their faces a mixture of longing and trepidation.

A dwarf merchant was wiping his exaggerated, gem-encrusted mechanical eye, while his orc guard stood with his arms crossed, silently and warily watching their surroundings.

The elegantly dressed human nobles rested on the soft carpets laid out by their servants, their expressions haughty.

Moran even spotted a Sun Elf.

He wore a well-fitting, light gold travel leather armor, covered by a linen cloak embroidered with a simple sun wheel pattern. His long, flowing, shimmering hair was tied back with a simple leather cord, and his healthy, wheat-colored skin shone with a faint glow, making him stand out in the crowd.

Moran looked curiously at the Sun Elf, who bore no resemblance to herself except for her pointed ears and tall stature, and secretly marveled at the wonder of the Elf race.

It's astonishing that such drastically different branches could emerge simply because of differences in cultural beliefs and magical inclinations.

Little did she know, the other passengers on the platform, and even the sun elf Tobias, were all secretly watching her.

A young, high-ranking nature elf, a giant ape of unknown species that appears to be a high-ranking space-type magical beast, a high-ranking plant-type magical beast of unknown species, and a high-ranking skeleton that clearly possesses self-awareness—this combination is unique in the entire Quilaria, and of course, it looks quite formidable.

Tobias's surprise deepened. The old-fashioned nature spirits who hid in the forest had actually appeared here, and with an undead creature in tow?
She looks like a young girl who has just come of age, but she is excessively strong.

Even with his detection magic, Tobias couldn't figure out her level; he could only confirm that she was significantly higher level than him.

Curiosity outweighed his stereotypical view of nature spirits as old-fashioned, and he couldn't help but walk over and strike up a conversation with Moran.

Moran looked down at the sun elf's golden hair and felt it was a bit impolite: "Squeak! Shrink a little."

Squeak scanned the entire waiting platform, its gaze lingering for a moment on the tallest bear-beastman present, before it quickly shrunk in size, becoming only a head taller than the bear-beastman.

Sen Tai also worked in perfect unison, moving Moran and Kaba, who were originally on her shoulders, to Zizi's chest.

Moran jumped off the wicker chair, not immediately responding to the other person's advances, but instead making a gesture first.

She placed her right palm inward and gently pressed it against her left chest, near her heart, while her left hand hung naturally at her side, slightly open with the palm facing upward.

At the same time, her head, in an extremely elegant and ancient arc, tilted forward, then slightly to the left, and finally raised, her clear emerald eyes gazing at Tobias:
"Hello, I am Moran. As you can see, I have just arrived in Quellariel."

Tobias almost instinctively straightened his back, his right hand clenched into a fist and placed it in the same position over his heart, while his left hand, mimicking Moran's gesture, hung down in a respectful return gesture. This was because Moran's gesture wasn't the chest-touching greeting common among nature elves, nor the nod typical of sun elves, but rather the universal greeting among high elves!
This ritual is used only by elves who have explicitly sworn to seek the return of their ancestral bloodline and intend to restore the glory of the High Elves.

And he happened to be one of them.

With a sense of identification with his "fellow traveler," Tobias solemnly introduced himself: "Hello, I am Tobias. Are you also seeking... the glory of the High Elves?"

Moran nodded.

The inherited memories say that the elves of different branches are not very close, but if one is a seeker of the glory of the high elves, then all the elves of all branches will be regarded as their own kind.

The level of approval in Tobias's eyes speaks volumes.

"You have already fused with the legacy of the Shadow Elves?" Tobias sensed a trace of death power mixed within Moran's dense natural and life force, and looked at her with some amazement.

Only the Shadow Elves' lineage involves some magic related to the power of death.

At his age, he hasn't even mastered the legacy of the Sun Elf!
Moran shook his head: "I haven't integrated the inheritance of other elves yet; I'm just a part-time graveyard singer."

"Oh, I see!" Tobias secretly breathed a sigh of relief, then said happily:

"Would you like to join our Old Ones Guild? All the elves in Quel'Rail who seek the glory of the High Elves gather here to exchange the beliefs and ideologies of their respective branches."

Moran's eyes lit up: "There are places like this? How can I join?"

"Well, I'll take you there later!" Tobias was afraid that a nature spirit might run away if he wasn't careful, since they had finally come to join the association.

As they were talking, a streamlined, silver-blue airship silently glided to the edge of the platform, and the gangway automatically descended.

Moran and Tobias joined the flow of people to buy tickets and board the train.

The interior is spacious and bright, with comfortable seats and observation windows next to them, allowing you to adjust your perspective and enjoy the scenery along the way.

The airship took off smoothly and passed through the clouds.

Through the observation window, the triple rings of Quellar appear increasingly clear and breathtaking as they draw nearer.

Soon, the airship docked at a giant spaceport on the outer edge of the Silver Ring.

“We’ve arrived.” Tobias stood up, his golden eyes gleaming with excitement. “Welcome to Quellariel, Moran! Let me take you to buy a bracelet first; you can’t do without one in Quellariel!”

"A bracelet?" Moran already knew about the city from the slave hunters' memories, but she still showed just the right amount of doubt.

"Yes, the 'Arcane Knowledge Bracelet,' or simply the 'Knowledge Bracelet.'"

As Tobias followed the flow of people toward the exit, he explained with great enthusiasm:

"Most of the basic magical facilities and public services in Quellariel are linked to bracelets that are bound to the magic network. Here, the general knowledge bracelet can serve as your ID card, wallet, map, job badge, communicator... Of course, you can't use it after you leave Quellariel."

Tobias led Moran through the spacious and bright main airport passageway to the nearby "Guide Market".

With a clear goal in mind, he headed straight for an alchemy workshop whose signboard featured a phantom of spinning gears and bubbling test tubes.

"In Quellariel, the core crafting techniques and basic rune arrays of the Common Knowledge Bracelet are public knowledge and are overseen by the city's magical network."

It can be purchased at any qualified alchemy workshop or enchanting shop.

Pushing open the door, an old dwarf with gray hair and thick crystal glasses was bent over a workbench, adjusting a complex component with a pair of delicate tweezers.

Hearing the bell, he didn't even look up: "Welcome to Steady State Workshop. See for yourself what you need. Custom services will be available after I finish soldering this balance rune."

Tobias was clearly used to the dwarven craftsman's temperament. He walked to the counter and said familiarly, "Master Gert, excuse me. This is a new friend who needs a common knowledge bracelet."

The old dwarf named Gert stopped what he was doing, raised his eyelids, and looked Moran up and down through his thick glasses: "Wow, a nature elf? A rare guest. The knowledge bracelet, is it?"

His attitude wasn't exactly enthusiastic, but it wasn't dismissive either; it was simply the standard procedure a craftsman would follow when dealing with a customer.

Before Moran could answer, he bent down and pulled out a large wooden box from under the counter with some difficulty. The box was not new and had copper-plated corners. There were also many scratches left by tools and traces of solidified molten metal on its surface.

"Bang!" He slammed the wooden crate down on the counter rather roughly, kicking up a little dust.

He patted the lid of the box. "They're all in here. Look for yourself! Let me know when you've chosen."

Tobias, clearly used to this, shrugged at Moran with a smile: "That's Master Gelt's style, self-service. But the stuff is absolutely fine, he personally tested it all, and it's great value for money!"

He stepped forward and helped Moran lift the heavy lid of the box.

The inside of the box was divided into many compartments of different sizes, roughly categorized by material, color, style, and size. Each compartment contained several inactive general knowledge bracelets.

"This one!" Moran immediately took a liking to a silver bracelet with a vine pattern inlaid with amethyst.

Gert glanced at it and gave a number: "Ten gold coins."

After Moran paid, Gert pointed at Tobias with his thumb: "Let him teach you how to use it."

Tobias shrugged: "Just put it on and connect to the magic network. There's an operation guide the first time you enter, so it's easy to learn."

After Moran did as instructed, a new object resembling a class mark appeared in his personal magic network space. Within its range, a simplified yet still very complex spell model appeared. The model was active and projected a simple interface.

There are also written instructions on it.

Following the instructions, she quickly figured out the uses of functions such as "map navigation", "information query", "contact book", "transaction records" and "identity information".

It's like a magical mobile phone!

"How was it? It was pretty simple, wasn't it?" Tobias looked at Moran and refocused his gaze, knowing that she had completed the binding.

Moran nodded: "How did you do that?"

She examined the bracelet repeatedly, eager to understand its underlying principles. Once she returned to Valencia, she planned to create a card-based magic bracelet.

"It was all created by the Star Elves," Tobias said. "It's said to be a super high-level spell, directly powered by the magic array in Quellariel city, so the bracelet isn't the key; the Quellariel city magic array is." (End of Chapter)