The game has become a real alternate world-Chapter 936 - 618: Scenes at Home

Push the gate open and step inside.

What meets the eye is a playground, teeming with groups of children, playing tag with each other in boisterous excitement.

Some children can even be seen waving their hands, casting little magic tricks that make others burst into laughter. Among the children, some young beasts frolic, weaving through the groups, creating a scene of joy and harmony.

"Waaah, Granny, Little La is bullying me!" A little girl cried out, running straight to hug the granny's leg.

The little boy trailing behind her heard this and was indignant: "I didn't bully her, she's making it up!" He said, then began to cry with grievance himself.

A girl nearby saw this, immediately waved her hand, and a silent spherical barrier enveloped them, containing the cries within so they couldn't spread outside.

A woman hurried forward, pulling the two children together, and patiently began to inquire about what had happened, ready to fairly resolve this little dispute.

This is all part of the experience of handling children's conflicts—if the crying were to spread, the entire playground might soon be drowned in wails.

"The number of children here... has increased again." Looking at the scene on the playground, Asira couldn't help but murmur to herself.

Upon hearing this, the granny's face also showed a trace of worry: "Yes, they're all such poor children. You should stay here tonight, they're very attached to you and need some time to adjust."

Asira nodded, not refusing.

The children were then led separately to their respective dormitories.

"No, I want to be with Adam! We've always been together!" Upon learning they would be separated and sleep in different dormitory buildings, Eva immediately objected, clenching her fists and shouting.

Since leaving the pirate ship, she's been increasingly showing her true childlike nature.

Adam watched her with a smile from the side.

The girl next to them squatted down, gently pinched Eva's nose, and with a tender laugh said, "That won't do, Adam's a boy, you're a girl, you have to sleep separately. But during the day you can play together. See, these two buildings are very close."

"Look, there's just a tiny gap between them. We've placed you in opposite rooms, so you can chat through the window."

This young girl seemed quite experienced in handling such situations, coaxing Eva in just a few words, and then led the girls into the building.

The boys were easier to arrange; they were led to their dorm rooms without complaint.

Each dormitory was a four-person room, with each child's bed separated by a wooden partition to ensure some privacy.

"These two rooms will be yours. There's another child in this room." As she spoke, a boy came out of the room.

He too was a boy, with exceptionally pale skin, snow-white hair, dressed in a white shirt, appearing like a strikingly white apparition.

"Flying Squirrel, they will be your friends from now on," the woman said to the boy named Flying Squirrel.

Hearing this, Flying Squirrel looked at Adam and the others and asked, "Are you vampires too?"

"It's Blood Race, Blood Race!" the woman corrected helplessly.

"It's all the same, and I've always said I want a black coffin. I don't want to sleep in a bed, I want to sleep in a coffin!"

"You silly boy!" The woman finally couldn't help it, and gently tapped his head, "Who taught you that? Was it Nabella?"

"Hmph, it wasn't! I'm an evil vampire; a coffin is where I should sleep." Flying Squirrel turned his head, arms crossed, looking proud.

At this point, Adam walked up with a smile, extended his hand, and said, "I'm Adam, also of the Blood Race."

"Hmph, hmph, my evil kin, I'm Flying Squirrel." Flying Squirrel seemed quite satisfied, extending his hand to shake Adam's.

The woman could only sigh in exasperation; it seemed not everyone was easy to take care of.

Besides Asira staying, her team members each went their separate ways at the orphanage gate.

"Come on, it's been a while. Let's go for a stroll." The Dwarf uncle extended an invitation.

The Mage nodded, accepting, as he also wanted to take a look around.

With a clear goal, they maneuvered through the city, arriving at an area lush with vegetation.

A towering tree stood there, surrounded by smaller trees and various treehouses. Many residents and Night Watchers gathered here, creating a lively scene with quite a few Elves visible.

The two didn't join the crowd but skirted around, taking a vine elevator up to the Tree Crown viewing platform.

This towering tree stood at the city's edge, almost connecting to the forest outside. From the Tree Crown viewing platform, the entire city was visible below.

As twilight descended, the city's lights began to flicker on.

In the glow of the sunset, Candlelight City seemed to slowly stretch its body.

The steam emitted from the Alchemy Workshop lay like a violet gauze over the South District; in the northern fields, from afar, Half-Elves were waving Elemental Totem Staffs, and the wheat swayed in emerald-green waves.

In the tavern below, bits of drunken conversation could be heard: "Bet five copper coins... hiccup... tomorrow the workshop's explosion will definitely be blue..."

"I'm betting on red! The mushroom growing from last time's red fog is still dancing on my roof at home!"

"Seriously, is the shop next to the North District really that good?"

"Of course! It's simply the best shop."

"Why are you telling him this? He's a Blood Race, you're an Elf; your tastes can't possibly be the same! That shop is awful, I should hang the owner on the streetlamp."

"Who?! Who wants to hang me on a streetlamp?"

"Haha, punch him in the jaw!"

After descending from the Tree Crown, the two listened to the tavern's noisiness.

However, the clamor didn't last long.

"The one on duty today is here!"

"Run, run."

As soon as the words fell, the tavern's patrons scattered and fled.

"As expected, it still feels familiar here, nothing has changed, such mischievous folks." The Dwarf uncle laughed heartily and walked into the tavern without hesitation.

The Mage beside him smiled helplessly and followed inside.

The tavern instantly became lively again, as if everyone was remarking on the long absence of the two.

As the night deepened, all the copper bells hanging from the building eaves simultaneously trembled gently.

Night Watchers, riding Horned Eagle Beasts, flew across the sky, the phosphorescent powder on their cloaks trailing a galaxy-like pathway through the night.

Tiny glimmers hovered in the sky, akin to guiding lights in the darkness.

The Starlight Fountain in the central square began to flow with a wondrous melody, as water converged into a faceless torchbearer's transparent statue. Although no one explicitly stated it, everyone understood that the statue represented their Leader.

This tradition originated from Kana, stipulating that any meaningful statue should not have a clear facial representation but should represent a group, all people.