Nighttime.
The evening breeze gently blew into Londinium, causing the firelight within to flicker slightly.
The lights here are merely firelight.
Due to the lack of luxury to afford lamps, people could only light bonfires or torches, using the firelight for illumination.
At this point, the soldiersâ training had ended, and the dayâs work for logistics had also reached its end. Only those responsible for patrolling and standing guard were still dutifully keeping watch around the city walls. However, compared to the recent days, one could clearly see a hint of relaxation on everyoneâs faces.
After all, the Queenâs army had retreated, and the formidable enemy Bagster was also on his way back to Camelot.
Without the threat of external enemies, itâs natural for everyone to relax a bit. If not for the need to guard against any potential infiltrators, Pasival might have reduced the number of patrols.
Thereâs no helping it; the Round Tableâs army is too small, not even a thousand men. If they could spare some troops from patrolling, other tasks could progress much faster.
Originally, with Reiger, such a powerful force, arriving in Londinium, Pasival would have loved to hold a welcome ceremony overnight, making sure everyone warmly welcomed Reiger and celebrated.
However, the information Reiger brought today was so overwhelming that Pasival and others had no mood to hold a celebration, while the people of Chaldea had night-long meetings, contacting headquarters, and were still discussing matters up to now.
Hence, despite feeling somewhat bad, with Reigerâs understanding, Pasival canceled the celebration.
Reiger genuinely didnât mind such things, nor did he need others to give him a grand welcome.
He had already experienced countless such welcomes in the Source World.
Therefore, a grand welcome ceremony... letâs forget about it.
"Besides, in a place like this, it wouldnât be grand anyway, right?"
Looking at the room that could only barely shelter from the wind and rain, with the only commendable aspect being its cleanliness and tidiness, Reiger scratched his cheek.
This was the room Pasival arranged for him, serving as his accommodation in Londinium.
Itâs also the most dilapidated room Reiger had stayed in until now. If it hadnât been so meticulously clean, he would have considered setting up a shelter and living in it instead.
"Letâs not be too picky, itâs not like Iâve never rested in similar environments before."
Perhaps having stayed in too many luxury suites recently, Reiger had grown somewhat picky.
But really, if he had to stay here, he could manage.
He knew that during his time as an adventurer in the Earth Mistake World, when setting out on expeditions to the underground city, he would camp out in tents or just sleep wherever he found.
Compared to those places, at least here he was sheltered from the elements, with a roof and walls, which was quite decent already.
After staying in the room for a while, Reiger stood up.
He walked out of the room, into the open, observing the surrounding flickering firelight and listening to occasional voices from some corner, before heading towards the city walls.
When Reiger arrived at the city walls, aside from the patrolling guards, there was another person standing on the wall in a secluded corner, facing the wind.
"So, youâre in this kind of place, huh..."
Reiger wasnât surprised at all, just moved in a flash, climbed the city wall, and stood beside the figure, silently gazing at the night sky without a word.
"ââââ"
Silence wrapped around the two standing side by side, even lending a touch of tranquility to the evening breeze.
After a long while, the fairy girl standing there holding the chosen staff spoke softly.
"Donât you have anything to say?"
Altole didnât look at Reiger, continuing to gaze ahead.
"Whatâs there to say?" Reiger did the same, slowly responding, "Iâve said all there is to say, itâs up to you to decide what to think."
"What can I think?" Altole said somewhat self-deprecating, "Since things have come to this, Iâve already rung five of the Pilgrimage Bells, with only the last one remaining to complete the pilgrimage."
"Even if I didnât want to undertake the Paradise Fairyâs mission, it has already reached this point, right?"
"So, what I think doesnât matter anymore."
Hearing this, Reiger paused for several seconds before finally speaking.
"Seems like you already know how to complete your mission."
Reiger didnât find this surprising at all.
Every time a Pilgrimage Bell is rung, besides gaining some power, Altole also acquires some knowledge, some memories, or some inheritance from the Inner Sea of the Star.
Just like the first time ringing the Pilgrimage Bell in Salisbury, Altole received the King Arthurâs memories as an isotop from the Pan-Human History.
Now, she had already rung five Pilgrimage Bells in succession, leaving only the final one un-rung.
In such a circumstance, she surely had learned a lot.
For instance, what the true mission of the Paradise Fairy is.
If she didnât know this, how could the Paradise Fairy fulfill her mission?
Therefore, whether itâs Morgan or Altole, maybe they truly knew nothing at the beginning, but as the Pilgrimage Bells rang, they would inevitably gain power and knowledge bit by bit, and ultimately understand what they should do.