"Welcome to your return, Your Excellency the Sage of Mind. ”

After decades, Charlemagne is back in Cloudsdale.

If it weren't for the appearance of the 'Cloud City' in the sky above the Kurkut Empire this time, he would not have suddenly visited here.

After the head maid of the Principality of Sorrow became a 'legend' last year, he had always had this idea, but he never managed to squeeze out the time.

He came here to verify some of his 'conjectures', and he would try to be as careful as possible not to touch the bottom line of the mages in Cloudsdale.

"Thank you for greeting, Master Adrian. Charlemagne smiled and bowed slightly.

At first, they were very happy to share the knowledge they had gained with the 'earthlings', but after about a hundred years, the mages of Cloudsdale finally couldn't stand the attitude of those 'earthlings' towards them, so they sealed Cloudsdale.

This floating city, which has never fallen, has become a wonder of the continent of Slo Mendes, as few people can enter this floating city.

This was Charlemagne's third visit, and the sight that greeted him was the same as the first two times he had seen it, not only the mages who had chosen to live in this floating city, but also their families and apprentices, after more than eight hundred years of multiplication, the once empty and lonely floating city had become overcrowded.

However, in Cloudsdale, the houses still live low, except for a few mage towers, an old sight that wakes Charlemagne from his memories.

After coming here, he realized that his memory had silently beautified everything he had seen, and now that he looked at it, everything here was nothing more than that!

Charlemagne couldn't help frowning slightly as Adrian flew over the street, feeling the awe-inspiring gaze coming from below.

Not only is the street below crowded, but it also smells sour.

Was this what it was like when you first came here?

After thinking for a moment, Charlemagne asked tentatively: "Lord Adrian, you have always lived here, don't you think this place is a little cramped?"

"Indeed, Lord Charlemagne. Adrian nodded in agreement, "I also think this place is very cramped, so when the next magic meeting begins, I'll discuss the expansion of Cloudsdale with the councillors again." ”

'Again'? 'Discuss'?

Charlemagne's eyes widened and he inhaled in disbelief.

In other words, they have no intention of expanding Cloudsdale?

To be honest, if this floating city could be studied for him for more than 800 years, he would be able to reproduce a floating city by himself!

It is impossible for Cloudsdale, which has always been synonymous with 'high-end magic technology', not to understand the mysteries in those runes and magic circles, so what is it that restricts the development of Floating City?

Charlemagne subconsciously looked up at the sky, but soon, the ridiculous idea was abandoned by him.

The gods don't do such boring things, just like the thriving Kurkut Empire and the Duchy of Screaming Wind, they only care about whose magic technology is in their hands, rather than trying to hinder the development of magic.

The gods will not impose a 'technical blockade' on Cloudsdale and will not impose all kinds of restrictions on them, so why have they not expanded this floating city for a long time?

"You've always lived here......" Charlemagne sighed as he glanced down the street below, "Haven't you ever thought about making sewers that are sewerage?"

"How's that going to work?"

As soon as Charlemagne's words fell, Adrian looked back at him in disbelief, "That would destroy the mana delivery and the floating circle!"

Hearing this, Charlemagne's brows furrowed again.

Haven't they thought about redesigning the mana delivery and the levitation circle? living in this kind of place......

The once beautiful memories were ruined by just a few words, and Charlemagne couldn't help but wonder if his visit to Cloudsdale was right or wrong.

As far as the eye can see, there are not many shops on the streets, and if you look closely, you can even see that the people are more or less thin, wearing old clothes, but the clothes are very clean, as if this can maintain their last dignity.

But a second look at their pale faces and greasy hair, as well as their sunken eye sockets, shows that they have been malnourished for a long time, and they have not even had enough to eat.

Because the area of Cloudsdale is not large enough, they don't even have arable land, and they only come into contact with the 'people on the ground' when they buy grain.

However, due to the unhealthy economic situation here, people have no money in their hands, and the supplies can only wait for the distribution of the mage.

The reason why this place seems so harmonious is because the mages provide for the ordinary people of the city.

Ordinary people here yearn for 'mages', because only by becoming mages can they have the power to distribute materials and allow themselves to have 'personal wealth'.

Even Charlemagne, who hadn't done much in-depth research on it, couldn't help but be shocked by his discovery—was this what people had always longed for in Cloudsdale looked like?

The library here is open to ordinary people, and as long as the books are not damaged, ordinary people can go to the library to read and study at any time.

Because the city is very closed, there is not much interesting news for them to talk about, and the topic of 'mage' is forbidden to talk about here, and it is not officially banned, it is just a folk convention!

So, a lot of the time they can only wander the streets, talk to others, and then wait for the 'scheduled time' to go to the library to learn knowledge, hoping that they will become a mage.

Punctuality is also one of the hallmarks of this floating city, where within a few steps you can see a clock that reminds people what time it is...... However, in Charlemagne's eyes, the role of these clocks is not to 'remind', but to 'urge'.

Everything here seems to be 'precise', showing many of the characteristics of a mage - just like rationing, each person is not limited in what they can get, but depending on your physical condition.

There aren't many places in Cloudsdale where ordinary people can work, so most people's tasks, or 'vocations', are only 'learning'.

Either become a mage, or find a woman to give birth to a child, raise the child to grow up, and then let your child try to become a mage - this is the life of an ordinary person in Cloudsdale.

The deeper he went into Cloudsdale, the more numb Charlemagne became.

He was a little startled, but when he stood in front of the 'Central Tower', he had become numb.

He finally realized that Cloudsdale had never been a nice place!

This is a 'human ranch', and these seemingly friendly mages are more like 'herdsmen' than the really kind and friendly clergy.

"Your Excellency Charlemagne, we have arrived. Adrian turned back to Charlemagne and smiled back to get out of the way.

Ahead is the 'Central Tower', one of the most important buildings in Cloudsdale, where the city's mages usually gather to talk about magic or conduct magical research, and no one is idle.

After hundreds of years of cultivation, the people here seem to have developed a kind of 'mindset' - like those ordinary people who look decent, like the mages in this mage tower......

Charlemagne took a deep breath and slowly walked towards the mage tower in front of him.

In this crowded city, there are no buildings around this tall mage tower, and no ordinary people have left their footprints in this clearing.

The society in this city is 'deformed'!