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After a brief moment of light, the two opened their eyes again and saw the dazzling city of Riemann.
Jiang Kehan originally thought that Riemann wouldn't be very large, perhaps a city paved with classical stone bricks, but now she realized that she was too naive.
The last rays of the sun were completely blocked, and the crystal hung high in the sky, emitting a light that was not dazzling.
It was a city of sky, silver, and crystal, where countless witches could be seen laughing and frolicking, their eyes carefree.
As the city moves inward and upward, the crystal pillar rises dramatically, eventually replacing the mountains and the sun and moon, leaving only the dazzling sculpture in the witch's eyes.
Keva Miller.
Jiang Kehan muttered to herself as she looked at the sculpture, easily guessing its identity.
“The city itself is not dazzling, but because of her, it is dazzling enough to replace everything else.”
Blake also gazed at the enormous sculpture and murmured.
"This is the most reliable thing for France, Kehan. Even if France is destroyed, as long as she is here, we will still have the confidence to move forward."
It's not just this city that shines because of Keva Miller, but also countless French witches.
Jiang Kehan remained silent for a long time, suddenly realizing just how exaggerated Mason's praise had been, making her somewhat uneasy.
Oh no! She promised Mason she would accuse Keva Miller of stealing desserts!
Jiang Kehan's lips twitched, and she suddenly felt that she was not being illuminated by the other party, and even felt a little uncomfortable.
Chapter 348 An Unreachable Dream
Riemann, the border of the three giant floating islands of Fran, is a floating city and the capital. Naturally, it is heavily guarded. Even a level 9 being who can travel freely between universes could perish here if one is not careful.
Countless forbidden marks are hidden in the dark side of the crystal's dazzling light, outlining the city, large enough to accommodate a million witches, from the dream, and then filled with color by the witches of punishment led by Keva Miller, breaking the boundary between dream and reality.
This is a miracle that cannot be replicated in the era of the Society. It was formed by the dripping, accumulating, and finally forged from the sands of eternity, and then adorned with the blood of countless gods, god hunters, and even level 8 shapers. It stands here like a celestial spear piercing through malice.
But all this cruelty and vigilance was directed at other races and enemies, while the witch was ignored.
As long as you are a witch, it doesn't matter where you come from or where you are going. Even if you come here with the intention of blowing this place up, the demon puppet sculpture guarding the city gate will open the city gate wide and look down at you mockingly.
Because Keva Miller will be watching anyone who tries to overthrow this place.
Jiang Kehan and Blake easily arrived inside the city without even a simple inquiry—no, no witch cared about them at all.
They were no different from the hundreds of thousands of other witches who entered or left Riemann.
Jiang Kehan looked at the incredibly wide crystal road, the carriages pulled by dragons, and the constant shouts of business people using contracts as currency. Her eyes lowered slightly as she felt the overwhelming vastness that rushed towards her.
It is civilization.
Witches would certainly be faster and more convenient on foot than in these carriages, but the existence of carriages is not to improve efficiency; on the contrary, they exist to kill time and prove status.
Foreigners ride in chariots drawn by one dragon, while local witches ride in chariots drawn by three dragons, and those with noble titles are even allowed to ride in chariots pulled by six gods, which makes the foreign races tremble with fear!
Using contracts as currency is essentially a manifestation of credit. It's fine for witches to use it, since they are mostly of the same race.
But even women from other races can do it!
This also means that, compared to villages where bartering was the norm, Riemann's witches possessed a sense of stability and composure.
Contracts are inherently risky, especially in this era where death is chasing after everyone. The longer a contract needs to be fulfilled, the more worthless it becomes. After all, if even the person who signed the contract dies, how can you expect to recoup your investment?
Riemann's witches, and even the alien girls, possess a composure that transcends their time—no, it could be described as an arrogant confidence.
They believe that here, given enough time, even the most outrageous contracts will eventually be fulfilled.
This is simply not something that should exist in this era, and there will never be such outrageous trust and confidence in the future.
Blake wrinkled his nose uncomfortably, suddenly craving alcohol.
But during the hunt for the Skyfall Dragon, she threw away all the alcohol in order to carry enough supplies, and hasn't bought any new ones yet.
Thinking of this, Blake shuddered awkwardly and stared blankly.
Having witnessed the cruelty of the wilderness and chased after calamities and death, she was very unaccustomed to the tranquility and leisure here.
"So, what brings you to Riemann?" Blake asked.
"I..." Jiang Kehan hesitated, unsure how to begin. After all, she had come to investigate historical anomalies, but she knew nothing about the history of the Franco-François. She could only wait for news to reach her ears.
To make matters worse, Ye Yu not only didn't wake up, but slept even more soundly, though sometimes her brows would furrow deeply.
“I plan to meet with Keva Miller first,” Jiang Kehan said softly after thinking for a moment, looking up at the sculpture that could be seen from anywhere in Riemann.
“That works, but if you want to see Keva Miller, you have to go to the palace.” Blake’s expression relaxed considerably when he heard Jiang Kehan give him the target, and he was full of energy.
She wasn't as lazy as a proper Riemann witch; her habit was to resolve things quickly.
"The court?" Jiang Kehan asked doubtfully. "I remember there's no real ruler in France, right? Does Keva Miller want to be crowned?"
"No, that's not it. If that idiot Keva Miller could even think of crowning herself, then we should suspect that she's been tricked by someone."
Blake chuckled softly, with a touch of nostalgia: "All she ever thought about was what to eat for dinner, whether she should treat herself to a snack or something like that."
"The so-called palace is nothing more than a home built for her by her fans. It is more like a temple that belongs exclusively to her than a royal palace."
Jiang Kehan had a lot of complaints stuck in her throat, unsure whether she should spit them out.
The image of Keva Miller in her mind had shattered into pieces, but looking at the ease and joy on the faces of the other witches around her, and the vast sense of civilization that transcended time, she found it increasingly difficult to see them clearly.
Especially her actions that would make a witch willingly develop faith in Keva Miller and even actively defend her.
The witch's respect for the strong is reflected in this: I can do it too, but I'll let you be cocky for a while. When I'm strong enough, I'll beat you up first. Otherwise, how can I show how powerful I am?
For example, among Gu Qingci's 3.2 million fans, most of them have a tendency to be haters.
Maintenance? You're the first person I'll criticize!
Faith? What the hell? I think you're drunk. Don't you even know who you are?
Even the Witch Queen and her ilk did not have faith!
Witches are such lawless creatures, it's ingrained in their very bones.
"Then please lead the way." Jiang Kehan looked helplessly into the distance, but a sense of eagerness rose in her heart. She wanted to see the true demeanor of this strongest man in Fran.
The two were not delayed. Although the Riemann was large enough, it wouldn't take the witch much time to travel without a car.
Soon, Jiang Kehan saw the palace, or temple, that Blake had mentioned.
Surprisingly simple, yet orderly.
The entire area is pure white. After passing through the courtyard, there is a small but slightly cool spring, and further back is a small grove of trees about waist-high, which is obviously often maintained by witches.
Further inside, there is a row of pure white chairs, seemingly for resting, or perhaps for praying before the Keva Miller sculpture in front of the house.
Here, Jiang Kehan and Black met the other witches.
The other person had a joyful expression, clasped their hands together and placed them at the tip of their nose, their closed eyelids fluttered slightly, and they seemed to be saying something.
However, this witch was dressed in gorgeous clothes and exuded powerful magical energy, clearly indicating that she was a completely independent psychic witch.
Jiang Kehan and Blake watched her quietly until she left with a satisfied smile on her lips.
As the other person left, they gave the two of them a friendly nod.
Chapter 349 Unexpected People
"Is this common?" Jiang Kehan asked softly after the other person had completely left.
Looking at this place, which was unusually simple compared to the palace, she suddenly understood why Blake had called it the "palace".
It's not the place that matters, it's the people.
“It’s very common.” Blake looked at the statue of Keva Miller in front of the door. “They come with gratitude, not to beg, nor to envy, but simply to have the opportunity to be at Keva Miller’s beck and call.”
“Every witch who comes here to pray is Keva Miller’s most loyal follower, always waiting to be summoned.”
"That's why it's called a palace, because it's what the people want."
"I see." Jiang Kehan reached out and placed her hand against the door, looking somewhat nervous.
But when she pushed open the door, she didn't see a person like the sculpture at the door, but a witch wearing a monocle, examining a book in her hand.
The other person had a graceful figure with beautiful curves, wearing a black dress with sheer fabric and a small black hat covered with a thin veil, but her eyes were calm and sharp, with a very natural arrogance.
"Haha, don't worry. Normally, Keva Miller only eats at the palace. She's very busy, so we're here to make an appointment."
“So if you want to see her, you’ll have to be patient.” Blake joked as he followed Jiang Kehan into the house, but as soon as he finished speaking, his eyebrows suddenly rose, and he looked at the witch inside with some surprise.
What are you doing here, Eva?
“I should be the one asking why you’ve come.” Eva looked at Blake calmly, then sighed and glanced at Jiang Kehan.
"Don't tell me you're here to hang out with Keva Miller, you wandering knight."
Eva put the book back in its place, slightly adjusted her monocle with her left hand, and with a flick of her right wrist, a gentleman's cane appeared in her hand. She then placed it on the ground with a crisp sound.
“And who is this outsider?” she asked.
Jiang Kehan sensed the undisguised doubt beneath the other person's calm demeanor. Such arrogance from someone in such a high position was unmistakable.
This is Eva, the Lord of France in charge of diplomacy!
With a gulp, Jiang Kehan, who had been relaxed, seemed to react as if she had encountered a natural enemy, straightening her back even more and solemnly meeting the other person's gaze.
“My name is Jiang Kehan, I come from Dahua Kongdu, and I plan to meet Ms. Keva Miller.”
As she spoke, to avoid any misunderstanding from Eva, she took out the silver bookmark that Theresa had given her to prove her identity.
"Oh?" Eva nodded slowly after seeing the bookmark. "So you're a guest."
“I don’t care what you want with Keva Miller, but she’s not back yet, so please leave and wait for the owner of this place to come home.”
She did nothing else, found another book on the bookshelf, and began to examine it, showing no intention of paying any further attention to the two of them.
It's difficult, very difficult.
Jiang Kehan's first impression of Eva was that she was troublesome. Although the other party was arrogant, she followed all the so-called etiquette in every step, which was impeccable. However, she also had an attitude of being too lazy to care, making it impossible to know where to start.
But Blake had none of those concerns. As a noblewoman, she didn't need to give Eva a friendly look, and besides...
"How did you end up in Riemann?" Blake asked, frowning. "Don't you almost never leave your post? Even your diplomacy is all done through shadows."
“Sigh.” Eva sighed and put down her book. “That’s why I wanted to kick you out. Asking so many questions isn’t a lady’s virtue.”
"Although you're not exactly a lady either."
As Eva spoke, she scrutinized Jiang Kehan again, "Or is it that this Jiang Kehan is so trustworthy that you're willing to tell her even about our own family matters?"