Chapter 764 - 764 The Street on the Rainy Nigh

764 The Street on the Rainy Nigh

Mag had originally intended to unveil the ice cream for the first time during the royal birthday banquet, but he changed his mind after coming to Rodu. The ice cream cake was quite time-consuming to make, and it was also rather difficult to store the cake.

Of course, the most important factor of consideration was that he didn’t want Andre and his abhorrent sons to eat a cake that would require several hours for him to make. He would rather spend this time with Amy and get her to taste the cake first.

As for Irina, she’d be able to eat the cake as well if she came to Chaos City.

…

Within the conference hall, all of the representatives of the different races were engaged in a heated discussion, and the atmosphere was quite tense.

Novan hadn’t said anything this entire time, but he suddenly rose to his feet. The commotion in the conference hall gradually died down in response. Chaos City was quite a special place on the Norland Continent as it was a multicultural haven, and it had played a pivotal role in ending the war among species.

Furthermore, Chaos City had continued to grow more powerful during the past century, and it had become the go-to mediator for all races on the entire continent.

On top of that, Novan was the number one spatial magic caster on the continent, so his identity demanded respect in itself.

Novan looked at all of the representatives with a concerned expression as he said, “If we can’t arrive at a middle ground, then we won’t be able to sign the peace treaty in three months, and the Norland Continent could be plunged into a horrendous war again. During the war among species, all races had suffered severe losses, and so much blood was shed in exchange for this hard-fought peace. Are we going to tear it all down again?

“Chaos City has been a perpetual symbol of peace throughout the years, and beings from all races have coexisted in harmony in our city, proving that it’s not impossible for all races to integrate with each other. Hence, on behalf of Chaos City, I hope everyone can be more open and willing to accept other races, slowly eradicating borders and forging one unified continent. At the end of that process, true peace will be attained. War will only breed death and hatred. Once all borders and territories disappear, wars will cease to exist. This is the ultimate goal that all rulers of all races should be striving toward.”

Novan looked around at everyone with an intense gaze that was filled with sincerity.

All of the representatives fell silent upon hearing this.

After a while, Bruno broke the silence first as he declared in a firm voice, “If a goblin were to live next to me, I’m worried that I might squash him to death by accident. The dragon islands belong to the dragon race, and if anyone wants to encroach upon it, then they’d better be prepared to face the wrath of us giant dragons.”

Gajeel also chuckled coldly in response. “If humans were to appear before me every day, I’m worried that I wouldn’t be able to resist the urge to eat them.”

Sean glared coldly at Gajeel, and said, “You won’t be able to eat all humans. Perhaps one of them will stab a sword into your throat.”

“Really now? You don’t have what it takes to do that, though, do you, Prince? After all, the most powerful human is already dead, isn’t he? What a pity.” A deriding sneer appeared on his face as he turned to Josh with mockery in his eyes.

Irina’s expression cooled as her hands slowly balled up into fists.

A hint of panic flashed through Josh’s eyes, but he forced himself to maintain a calm expression as he retorted, “Our Roth Empire still has many 10th-tier beings.”

“Oh really?” Gajeel gave an ambiguous smile.

The conference lasted an entire afternoon, but no progress was made, and everyone parted under unhappy circumstances.

“What a bunch of pretentious bastards.” Irina was the first to emerge from the conference hall, and she pursed her lips before immediately departing.

Josh caught up to her with a warm smile on his face, and said, “Princess Irina, I didn’t think that you would’ve already arrived at Rodu yesterday, and I didn’t get an opportunity to invite you for a meal. Do you—”

“Nope.” Before Josh could finish his sentence, Irina had already cut him off before walking away.

Josh’s expression darkened slightly, but he didn’t force the issue. He merely stood on the spot with a forced smile on his face, and said, “Another time, then.”

Irina disappeared on the spot in the blink of an eye without giving him a reply.

Could it be that she already knows? No, as long as he dies, none of this will matter… Josh stood rooted to the spot with his brows tightly furrowed.

Sean stood in the distance and looked at Josh with a cold smile. He glanced up at the dark clouds in the sky, and murmured to himself, “Changes are coming.”

Faint golden light flashed, and Irina appeared outside the royal palace.

Right at this moment, a colorful little bird flew over, flying in a couple of circles around her before settling on her fingertip.

News from Firis? Irina removed a small roll of paper from one of the bird’s legs and unfurled to it reveal a hastily written letter.

Irina had only taken a rough glance at the letter before her brows furrowed tightly. “The fifth street? Is someone trying to get rid of the evidence from three years ago? None of that matters now, because I’ve already found him. Furthermore, Snarr is currently in Chaos City, so how would Firis know what’s happening in Rodu?”

The slip of paper was burned to ashes in Irina’s hand as she murmured to herself, “Looks like someone’s trying to lure me there. Good! I was wondering where to find all of you, and I’m going to make you pay for what you did!”

A loud thunderclap erupted and pea-sized droplets of rain began to pelt down from above, just as Irina disappeared at the entrance to the palace.

This storm had been building up for a long time, and it came with a vengeance, causing all of the passersby on the streets to hurry for shelter.

The northern region of Rodu was the slum area where most of the beggars in the city lived.

There were no wide and flat roads, only muddy alleys that were filled with potholes. In the face of the incoming storm, the alleys were immediately transformed into miniature swamps of mud.

The poorly clad beggars huddled up in corners, borrowing the roofs of the building that hadn’t yet collapsed as shelter to shield them from the wind and rain.

The fifth street of the northern region of Rodu was once a lavish area.

General Alex’s manor had been set up there, and at the same time, he had taken funds out of his own pocket to build over 100 straw huts for the underprivileged citizens in the area, giving the beggars a place to stay.

However, after General Alex was assassinated on the fifth street, his manor and those straw huts were all burned to the ground, and this place became somewhere that even beggars didn’t want to stay.

It was said that at night, one could still hear the wails of the beggars who had been burned to death on that day.

The storm continued to rage, and the charred black pillars creaked in the wind, making it sound as if there really was someone weeping on the streets.

Right at this moment, a burst of faint golden light appeared on the street, followed by the emergence of an exquisitely beautiful elf.