The game has become a real alternate world-Chapter 934 - 616: Return to Candlelight City

The morning mist was split by the bluish-white glow of the twin moons.

The twelve bronze star-track instruments hovering over the port trembled, calibrating the magic tides about to deviate.

The piers of the Seventh Port, like the ribs of a steel behemoth, plunged deep into the azure sea.

Each beam was etched with anti-rust runes, exuding a mysterious and ancient aura under the caress of sea wind and waves.

In the magic power and sweet sea breeze, the alchemy ship, soaked in sea salt crystals, was unloading in an orderly manner.

Several cargo ships with element reactors embedded in their keels simultaneously sounded their magic flutes, the glowing rune sail ropes automatically untied, as if a silent magic ceremony was unfolding.

Lizardman sailors with three-toed webbed feet skillfully used enchanted suction cups to transport crystallized magic energy ores.

However, the mechanical arm of a clockwork alchemy equipment suddenly jammed on half a crate of screaming purple slime—it turned out that the sealed jar of materials purchased by the [Alchemy Laboratory] was leaking.

"Damn, why is this machine acting up again! Oh my god."

"Stop complaining; machines get tired too. When have you ever seen it stop running? Quit whining and just deal with it."

The entire port was bustling with noise, shouts, and curses, intertwining into a symphony.

A floating elf elemental apostle gracefully waved, conjuring an ice crystal slide, rolling the glass sphere filled with Star Realm whale oil towards Warehouse No. 3.

The alchemy balance rotating on the warehouse dome was precisely measuring the value of every drop of liquid, with its shining light telling stories of wealth and mystery.

"Don't use such magic around here. Can't you just let it float in with a floating spell?" complained a staff member in Night Watcher attire.

The elf in the sky ignored it completely, and that proud demeanor gave the Night Watcher a headache.

"Be content. Had it been us, he would have shot an ice arrow as a warning long ago," said a nearby dockworker with a smile.

This is a Night Watcher port, and most materials are purchased by the Night Watchers. Because of this, the elves somewhat restrain their tempers.

A pair of patrolling guards passed by, the silver scale armor of the Night Watchers drawing arcs of light in the mist, and the imprisonment scrolls on their waists ready to unfold at any moment.

Although they carry lethal weapons, they are also equipped with some non-lethal gear to warn those who cause trouble.

This port is vast and bustling, with a mix of people from all walks of life. Many are accustomed to the freedom and looseness of other ports and find it hard to adjust to the order that should be present at the Night Watcher port.

Just like that, when an orc dockworker and a goblin smuggler's cart looked about to collide, a conflict seemed inevitable.

A Night Watch mage gently snapped his fingers, and Time Amber instantly enveloped the area of conflict. The two hover carts were frozen two inches above the ground as if time had stopped at that moment.

This is actually a static magic, not directly related to time itself, but its effect appears as if time has stopped.

It's the work of [the Great Library], requiring a stable environment and supporting equipment, almost unusable in battle and combat, but in the Night Watcher city, it is perfect for controlling and responding to sudden crises and disasters.

The bell from the Port Authority tower rang, and the communication crystal inlaid in the granite began broadcasting: "Tidal lock released, please stop injecting liquid fire at Berth No. 3. Port No. 9 will be temporarily closed today..."

The black obelisk at the edge of the port suddenly lit up, and an arcane-powered lighthouse shot out a spiral beam, piercing through the clouds, guiding the course for night sailing ships. That light seemed to be the gaze of the sea's guardian.

The smell of Dragon Blood Vine boiling wafted from the potion market, mixed with the sound of dwarven forge district forging star iron, rendering the salty sea breeze into a unique "cocktail" full of the flavor of rust and sulfur.

The potions and forged items of the Night Watchers are famous worldwide, and these two types of goods are among the largest volumes of exports from the port. Many merchants in the port city flock to these potion shops and blacksmith shops to find suitable items.

A hovering cargo zeppelin was unloading entire crates of glowing jellyfish-like creatures. They were enclosed in lead containers covered in sealing runes, emitting a bell-like lament, as if telling of unknown mystery and fear.

In the sky, a small flying beast swept alchemy windproof goggles over the incoming alchemy battleship, the giant ship wrapped in active metal armor was discharging coolant, and amidst the boiling purple steam, the ship's bow figurehead—a weeping angel carved from a Forbidden Magic Stone—loomed, giving a mysterious and slightly eerie impression.

Asira led the children wandering through the port and the port city.

"Look, is that a fishman?" Adam couldn't help but exclaim with childlike joy. Everything here is full of novelty and fun for them as children.

"Yes, that's a friend of the Night Watchers." Asira replied with a smile.

The Night Watchers have a dedicated chronicle, though not lengthy, just a thin volume, detailing the establishment and development of the Night Watchers.

The friendship with the fishmen is naturally recorded. They reside in the strait not far from the port, designated as a protected area, and the port's development must not extend towards there. At the same time, the port also engages in fish trade with the fishmen there.

"Alright, we need to pass through the forest and enter the Eastern Wilderness now."

They arrived at the furthest end of the port city, gazing upon a dense forest. Ahead was a road specifically cleared, cutting through the forest.

A few land birds were already waiting by the roadside; everyone, including the children, mounted the land birds, riding these iconic mounts of the Night Watchers to set off. Along the way, many land birds were seen shuttling, along with various vehicles transporting goods back and forth.

"Every time I return, there are so many changes; the development is just too rapid," a dwarf sighed as he sat on a land bird.

Then he added, "To be honest, I would rather ride a war sheep."

"But the cargo capacity of a war sheep really doesn't compare, although on mountain roads, it does perform well," another person nodded in agreement.

Indeed, compared to land birds, the versatility of war sheep falls short.

It's not that war sheep are bad, but because land birds are simply too good, excelling on land except for moving on the sea.

As the afternoon approached, they finally passed through the dense forest.

A vast, endless grassland unfolded before them, populated with herds of sheep, cattle, horses, and a variety of creatures in groups, even hundreds of land birds galloping freely across the grassland.

Their group slowly traversed the grassland, greeted warmly by some centaurs dressed in Night Watcher attire along the way.

This grassland is all too familiar to Asira and the others, being where the Night Watchers breed and rear various tamed creatures.

Soon, they passed a cluster of wooden buildings situated on the grassland—a centaur village.

The centaurs maintain a simple lifestyle, though if one overlooks the alchemy equipment flying around the wooden buildings, this simplicity would be even purer.

After all, who would refuse to use such handy equipment?

Following the special route, they soon crossed the grassland.

"We're almost there; that will be your new home."

In the distance, Candlelight City stood, looking back at them from afar.

It was an extensive urban area, with a meandering river flowing through its center, dividing the city into two banks, like a living ribbon, adding a touch of grace and vitality to the city.