Supreme Magus novel Chapter 4157

Chapter 4157: Valeron’s Dream (Part 2)

"You’d put you and me in trouble since I’d be the obvious suspect."

"Thanks, Fyrwal." Solus nodded. "I promise that I’ll be careful."

To avoid detection, Menadion returned to her Void Sigil, and Lith and Solus went to the mana geyser alone, returning after imprinting it quickly.

"Wow, that was fast." Kamila said after they Mirror Warped back to the Unicorn’s Pot.

"I’m still full of energy, Kami. I didn’t need to recharge." She replied. "What are we going to visit first?"

"I have no idea." Lith shrugged. "But we are about to find out. Let’s go down to the lobby."

"How can you not know?" Kamila asked as they walked out of the room. "You planned this trip, and you’re always the designated guide."

Lith usually stored everything he needed inside Soluspedia and then recited the books’ contents as he showed his guests around.

"Amrok is huge." He replied. "Not to mention full of pieces of art I don’t understand and people lining up to see the same things and eat in the same places. If we follow tourist guidebooks, we’ll have the same information as everyone else.

"That’s why I hired a professional." Lith waved at a youth who was waiting for them in the lobby of the Unicorn’s pot. "Girls and Valeron, allow me to introduce Elfiam to you. Jirni says he’s one of the best guides in Amrok.

"Elfiam, these are my wife Kamila, my cousin Solus, my Aunt Rhona, and my children, Elysia and Valeron."

"Nice to meet you again, Magus Verhen." The boy couldn’t have been older than 12, with deep brown eyes and hair. "Miladies. Milord."

He gave everyone a deep bow, even to the babies.

"Hi." Elysia and Valeron replied, surprising Elfiam a bit.

"Nice to meet you, Elfiam." Kamila gave him a polite nod. "Where are you taking us today?"

On Mogar, working at that age was considered normal. From six to eight, one would be taught how to read, write, and count. After that, whether one would continue studying or look for a job was up to their talents and circumstances.

The child of a farmer or an artisan would become an apprentice and learn the family trade. A noble would be taught everything about etiquette and the arts they needed to uphold the family honor, while everyone else struggled for survival.

Elfiam was well-dressed and his clothes and shoes clean, but they were a little threadbare, a clear sign that he belonged to the latter category.

"Since you are in Amrok, there are things you cannot miss." He replied. "The lines will be long and exhausting, and there’s no way around it. My advice is to get them out of the way first so that you can enjoy the rest of your vacation."

"Sounds like a plan." Kamila said, and the others nodded. "Where do we start?"

"From Amrok’s Great Theater." He said while leading them to a stagecoach waiting for them outside.

Once everyone got in, the coachman flicked the reins, and the horses moved forward.

"With this traffic, it will take us about half an hour to reach the Grand Theater." Elfiam said, chuckling at his guests’ surprised expression. "It might seem a long time to you, but I assure you it’s a quick trip for us magicless mortals.

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