As the town of Gulin appeared before everyone, cheers erupted from the caravan, and the weary bodies seemed to regain their strength, hastening the pace of the entire merchant group.

"We're here. So this is a human town?" Qin Ziyi smiled faintly, looking at the small town protected by a three-meter-tall wooden fence. It was a familiar scene, stirring up memories that seemed to have settled in his mind.

Soft footsteps, accompanied by the prairie wind, brought a delicate, youthful fragrance to Felix's nose. The steps slowed and hesitated as they neared him.

Without looking back, Felix knew it was Marina, the caravan's angel, a beautiful girl with golden hair shining like sunlight.

"Come here," Felix turned and smiled gently at the hesitant girl behind him. He seemed too mature for his age, though he and Marina were not far apart in years.

"Felix," the golden-haired girl's face flushed. She lowered her head shyly, her fingers intertwined, not daring to meet Felix's gaze, her eyes fixed on her toes. After a long pause, she finally spoke softly and shyly, "We're going to sell our goods in the capital, Griffin Heart. Will you come with us?"

From a distance, the leader of the caravan, a middle-aged man with a full beard, watched encouragingly.

Although the boy was shrouded in mystery, he encouraged his daughter to bravely face her feelings.

Love, tell him.

The path of a magician is incredibly long. If the girl doesn't act now, she might never get another chance.

His other purpose for coming to the Griffin Kingdom was to have his daughter study under a great magician.

His daughter was a talented magician, and as a father, he planned a better future for her.

Felix looked at the girl's beautiful, flushed face, her shy and timid appearance, and felt something soft in his heart being touched.

His usually calm heartbeat quickened for a moment, and he almost wanted to agree to the hopeful girl before him.

But in the end, Felix just shook his head silently, watching the girl's disappointed, pale face. He gently touched her delicate shoulder and said, "You are a talented magic apprentice, and you will be a great magician in the future."

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"I need to find something I've lost. Until then, our paths won't cross."

Felix gently hugged the girl's shoulders, their breaths mingling. The girl's pretty face flushed uncontrollably, but she looked up at him with her sapphire-like eyes, her lips slightly biting, a stubbornness in her expression.

Finally, Felix smiled.

His pale, handsome face brightened with a warm glow. He leaned down and softly kissed the girl's forehead.

"This is my gift to you." Felix's cold lips touched the girl's forehead, his voice slightly weary, and his arms around her shoulders trembled. An invisible surge of elemental energy flowed from him to Marina's forehead.

A bit of coldness, a slight pain, but more so a bashful feeling in her heart.

Was this a kiss? Why did he kiss her forehead?

Aren't kisses supposed to be on the lips?

As the cold embrace faded, Marina woke from her thoughts. But when she looked up, Felix was gone. Touching her forehead, she paused, feeling something thin and crystal-like on her skin.

She turned to her father, only to see him in a dazed state.

"He's gone."

"Truly a deep and meaningful act," Marilyn appeared behind Felix with her alluring figure. Her teasing gaze mocked the weary Felix. "For a young girl, you even used your power to pave her way. You really are generous."

"Seems like it's not just the girl who has feelings. Even a young man like you, right?" Marilyn's lips curled slightly, her silver eyes filled with an unusual allure.

Felix ignored her, silently recovering his drained energy. When he felt better, he stood up, walked to Marilyn, and teasingly lifted her chin with his pale, slender fingers. "Jealous, are you?"

Since waking from that dream-like world, he felt himself becoming more cunning, dealing with this unpredictable woman more skillfully.

Appropriate teasing, but never overdoing it. He took small advantages but never angered her.

As if guided, he knew how to handle such a difficult woman.

"Pah," Marilyn spat lightly, no longer teasing Felix. She crossed her arms over her chest, accentuating her ample bosom. Noticing Felix's gaze drawn involuntarily to her chest, she smiled meaningfully. Pretending nonchalance, she pushed out her chest like a proud peacock. "Since we're parting ways, where to next?"

Felix calmly withdrew his gaze from her bosom, as if he had been admiring a beautiful flower rather than a woman's chest.

He knew he must not panic with this woman, cunning and unpredictable

in her motives. Being with her was a temporary strategy. He couldn't afford to lose his composure and fall into her control.

Rising indifferently, Felix pointed toward a distant peak and said gravely, "Over there. There's something I feel very familiar with, a power growing rapidly."

Marilyn looked curiously in the direction Felix pointed, but her expression quickly changed.

That place was where St Pilds Cathedral was located, the first landing spot where My Lord descended with the Holy Light.

And there, a powerful force was spreading rapidly.

Such concentrated power, almost divine, even caused physical white light in the sky, highly condensed Holy Light, tangible elemental energy.

"Saint Elouan," Marilyn looked towards St Pilds Cathedral and said deliberately, "After more than three hundred years, a new Saint Elouan is born?"