My dear witch, please turn evil according to the script!

Chapter 320 A Name That Is Inherited
After completing the promotion ceremony, Roland went back and took a nap.

After waking up, he temporarily put that wonderful adventure in the starry sky out of his mind.

Since I couldn't find anything unusual myself, I could only trust Brother Tong's diagnosis.

Now that I've advanced to the seventh-ring transcendent level, with all the buffs, I can truly fight a ninth-ring legendary opponent head-on, and I won't be at a disadvantage at all before the buffs expire.

After all, I could do these things when I was on the Sixth Ring Road.

Now that his magic power has been upgraded, it has more than doubled. With the mana regeneration and magic concentration effects of the magic circuit, the strength he can exert has also been greatly enhanced.

Even Roland's Wind King Hammer, released through the magic circuit, when fully charged and buffed, can unleash output that truly reaches the level of a ninth-ring legendary weapon.

This is obviously good news for Roland.

Since it's been a while since I've received any rewards through the system, this is a rare upgrade experience.

Just as Roland stood at the window, looking at the snow-covered streets of Isfar outside, Kalia pushed open the door and walked in.

At Roland's request, she had just returned from Fram and inquired about some matters concerning the trip to Avalon.

"The old woman said that if possible, we can leave tomorrow."

"This way we can go and come back quickly without wasting time."

Roland nodded: "Okay, I'll send a message to Ms. Fram later, and we'll set off tomorrow."

After saying that, Roland looked at Kalia and asked, "Would you like me to bring some traditional elven food?"

Kalia rolled her eyes at Roland: "Mr. Roland, humans and elves are two different races."

"Although elves also enjoy human food... trust me, don't try their food."

"These guys' sense of taste cannot be compared to that of normal humans."

Roland laughed: "Is it really necessary? Did Lady Flam cook you some traditional elven food before?"

"She can cook?"

Kalia remained silent for a while, then nodded somewhat heavily: "Yes."

"I've already asked Nina to get some food for you from the cafeteria."

"Remember to eat if you get hungry on the way."

"No... you don't need to rush. Just keep some on you, in case you don't like elves, you can go hungry and find a chance to fill your stomach."

Is this really the same Kalia who has no dietary restrictions and can even eat the creative dishes those guys make?!

If even Kalia can't eat it... can that kind of thing still be called food?

Thinking of this, Roland nodded heavily, and added a question: "So you can confirm that it was the food that was bad, not that Ms. Flam's cooking was bad, right?"

“Of course!” Kalia nodded. “I’ve seen the recipe!”

……

The next morning.

After finding Iluvia to help him put together a fairly formal outfit, Roland and Flam, who had already changed into her "school uniform," stood on a training field that had been emptied out.

According to Flam, in three minutes, the portal would open in front of them based on the spatial coordinates she had sent.

"Hey kid, can't you at least be a little nervous? This is Avalon, you know, the legendary Gensokyo. How come you don't even have a hint of excitement on your face? You look like you're just having a helpless time entertaining your boss?"

Frum looked up at Roland beside her, and seemed a little disappointed that she didn't see the expression she wanted to see.

Roland didn't look at Flam, but simply straightened his collar and said somewhat casually, "Gensokyo Avalon, any child from the Empire who has heard of the legend of the Knight King, couldn't possibly not yearn for it, right?"

"But longing is one thing, and excitement is another."

"For me, it would be great to set foot on a mysterious new land."

"But I'm not a seven or eight-year-old anymore; I'm past the age where I'm so excited about these things that I can't sleep."

Frum scoffed, then, as if remembering something, began to remind her: "I almost forgot."

"This visit was not made public; King Thrann did not wish to announce your arrival to the other elves."

"So the entire process was handled by my teacher."

"Whether it's a portal or a reception area."

"Although this girl isn't a bad person... considering her overly lacking sense of boundaries, I personally suggest that if you encounter her, you'd better stay behind me."

Having said that, sensing that the portal was about to open, Flam turned to Roland and asked, "Did you remember?"

Roland nodded: "Yes."

It sounds like this trip to Avalon might not be as peaceful as I imagined.

But does it lack a sense of boundaries?

It doesn't sound like a particularly dangerous personality trait.

After all, there are plenty of people around me who lack a sense of boundaries.

I always felt that Flam drew my attention not just because of her personality flaws.

Forget it, I'd better be careful.

Frum would never put herself in a difficult position like this.

Thinking this, Roland glanced at the somewhat excited Flam beside him and thought that the elves really were as attached to their homeland as the legends said.

No wonder, elves have been rarely seen on the continent throughout history.

However, compared to dragons, elves appear much more frequently.

But what kind of place is Avalon?
As Roland thought about his destination, he began to daydream.

Although his curiosity about this fantasy world wasn't enough to make Roland jump around excitedly.

But as Roland was about to arrive at a fantasy land where the legendary knight king had obtained the holy sword, he couldn't help but let his imagination run wild.

Soon, an oval-shaped portal, shimmering with green fluorescence and extending branches, appeared in the open space of the training ground.

Frum spoke softly, "It's time, we should go." "Hurry up, didn't you say the sooner we go, the sooner we'll be back?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Flam passed through the portal and disappeared.

Seeing this, Roland also stepped into the portal.

……

To be fair, as expected of the Elven race's spatial teleportation technology, Roland didn't feel any spatial distortion at all.

It should be noted that even if he used his max-level Flash at this moment, he would still feel a slight, almost imperceptible spatial distortion.

Not to mention the military teleportation array technology developed by the Empire.

Of all the spatial teleportation methods Roland had experienced, perhaps only the giant teleportation array set up in the offshore base could rival this teleportation gate in terms of sophistication.

Of course, in terms of comfort, they are completely incomparable.

After stepping out of the portal, what comes into view is a city-state built on a giant tree.

world Tree.

Upon seeing the colossal city built against the trees, Roland could only think of three words when faced with this exquisite city that exuded a rich exotic charm and was filled with magical technology that he couldn't understand.

As for this giant tree named after the world, Roland's first reaction was only one thing—it's fucking huge.

No... mere size is no longer enough to describe the behemoth before us.

In Roland's eyes, the World Tree truly lived up to its name, resembling a world unto itself.

It was a very unique feeling, and Roland was completely unable to describe the shock he felt at that moment in words.

The sky, the earth, and the river—everything exists within the leaves and branches, drifting together in the wind.

Fram picked up her staff and poked Roland: "Don't just stand there. It's normal to be surprised when you see Lord World Tree."

"But what you see is not the real World Tree."

"This is the power of the World Tree that the Elven race has unleashed through technological means."

"Although its main body is also quite large... it hasn't reached that level yet."

"The branches and leaves you see are each an independent small space."

"Let's go, don't stand still."

"Tsk... I thought they would take us directly to our destination, but they just dropped us off at the port."

Roland looked at Flam, who was starting to complain, and asked, "Avalon has a port?"

“Of course there are,” Flam nodded. “Although most of the time they’re just for show.”

"Essentially, it's a public relations project to welcome foreigners, but if any elves want to travel to the mainland, they can take the passenger ship here."

With Fram's explanation, Roland saw what the so-called port looked like.

Compared to the bustling city-states that seemed like they were in another world, the port was more like a... ferry crossing.

It's the kind of small ferry crossing with a wooden plank bridge and two small wooden boats moored to the side.

They are commonly found along the banks of rivers.

Of course, Roland also saw the passenger ship that Fram had mentioned, which was also the only ship in the port.

However, compared to the port itself, the ship appeared much more luxurious.

Both in size and decor, it was comparable to the cruise ships Roland had seen before his time travel.

It was indeed a vanity project, but it saved a lot of money in some strange ways.

Furam then said, "Let's go. It seems that old woman wants me to show you around Avalon first."

"King Thrann must be busy right now."

"Otherwise, no matter how you look at it, that old woman wouldn't dare leave the two of us... well, at least she wouldn't dare leave you, her guest, stranded at the port like this."

"I guess they thought I was more familiar with you and she was more familiar with me, so they omitted a lot of key information."

Is there anywhere you'd like to visit?

After hearing Fram's reasoning, Roland's first reaction was—Kalia's habit of calling you "old woman" is clearly a testament to your own good upbringing.

To be fair, Flam has a very firm grasp on the master-disciple relationship.

But there's actually a place I want to visit...

"Ms. Fram..."

"Stop!" Flam interrupted Roland's speech very seriously: "In human society, it's one thing for you to call me 'Madam,' after all, I am indeed quite old compared to humans."

"But in Avalon... the age of adulthood for elves is 1,500 years."

"I'm only a thousand years old this year. Strictly speaking, my age is about the same as Lia's among elves."

"You don't refer to Leah as 'Lady,' do you?"

As she spoke, Flam wagged her finger at Roland.

"So, just call me by my name."

"I know you are a good child who respects the elderly and cares for the young... cough cough, you know how to respect others."

"In that case, let's consider the changes in how we address people due to environmental influences."

Roland's lips twitched slightly after hearing this.

What is this?
Is this old woman trying to act young?

I call her "Madam" not because of her age... it's just a matter of seniority.

"Alright then... I want to see the World Tree. I mean the World Tree itself."

(End of this chapter)