Although staying in the caravan A was such a pain for Roland, Sora Cang had no idea where she was going, so she could only choose to continue walking with the caravan.

Finally, on the 27th day in the grass sea, we arrived at the flying city of Ailan.

This is a free and open elves city, which brings together humans, Truks and elves, and even young dragons.

In this era, the dragon still maintains close contact with all races on the earth, and naturally it is not as mysterious as later generations think.

Roland, who parted ways with Huo An and others, suddenly discovered that not only was he followed by thieves, but even the dwarf was following her.

"What are the purposes of you two?!"

After finding a secluded corner, Roland deliberately intercepted two followers.

"I'm rude. I'm the thief Hesen Sadin. I just want to figure out something after you." Taking off my hood, the thief performed a curtsy.

He didn't know Roland's true identity, so he could only use a more vague title instead.

Pointing at a pendant that was not very eye-catching around Roland's waist, the thief asked with sharp eyes; "I wonder where you got that emblem?"

When he looked down at the thing that was almost forgotten on his waist, Roland remembered that because he was in the City of Thieves and was the honorary president of Tarasha, the Thieves Family gave him such a special badge that could unconditionally mobilize his family three times.

Hussendin...is a member of the King of Thieves family, so he cares so much.

"Thank you by a friend."

"Impossible, no one can own this thing except the patriarch!!" The thief's hoarse voice showed disbelief, but because of Roland's identity, he did not dare to use too intense words.

Noting that there was also an insignia hanging on the thief's waist, Roland suddenly understood why he cared so much.

"If you explain this, I can tell you clearly that I do not belong to this time and space, so you don't have to worry about why I have the badge of power in your family. But... you must not reveal any secrets about me at will." Roland pointed at the thief, completely overwhelming this human who was not brave in his momentum. He could not make any sound except nodding.

"If the thief is said to be because the family is following me, what about you, the dwarf." Turning his eyes to the dwarf, Roland didn't know when he had so many ties with the dwarf.

"Your power."

The dwarf's words confused Roland a little, her power?!

"Yes, I am a forge, and I can be said to be the best forge in the world. I got a rare star world crystal, which contains extremely powerful power. Although it is an excellent material for forging, I cannot cut it with my personal strength." Franken, who calls himself a forge, said something beyond Roland's expectations. She never expected that this dwarf actually asked her to help forge weapons.

"I'm sorry, I'm not interested in this and can't help you."

He turned around and was about to leave, but unexpectedly, the power she was extremely familiar with came from behind.

Roland turned around and saw a transparent crystal emitting a dark luster in the dwarf's hand. The shape was the legendary sword - Xinghen, I saw after climbing to the top of the high rock.

"This is the crystal that fell from Xingyou. The Dark Clan all covet its power. As a god clan, don't you want to know what kind of power the weapons it forged will have?"

"You told me..." Stopped the steps that were about to leave, Roland slowly turned around and stared at the crystal emitting dazzling light.

It turns out that everything has long been destined. The shuttle of time is not accidental.

In the dark, the result has been decided.

Is this your arrangement, God the Father?

It was a long time since I wondered why the gaps in time were so magical. Even I could summon it thousands of years later.

You have long expected that Rafah would be rebelled by the gods, and have already seen that he would suffer so much, so you have arranged all kinds of things to... just to change the destruction that may occur in the future.

Idar, founding father, your power makes me tremble deeply.

Moya and I are both chess pieces you set up to save Rafa. No matter which side is lost, there is room for maneuver.

Those experiences that once made me sad have already been arranged ten thousand years ago. I can't even believe what else in this world is...

Asked a forging room from his familiar elf friend, the dwarf Franken led Roland to plunge into the heated studio.

The thief who insisted on witnessing the birth of the so-called legendary weapon refused to leave.

Franken had no choice but to let him stay. With Roland there, he was not worried that the current thief would have the ability to steal the final weapon.

The surface of the crystal is extremely hard, and Roland also used all his strength and took several days to cut it into the form Franken wanted.

The greedy thief did not let go of the crystal debris that fell on the ground, and he collected them piece by piece. However, Roland and the dwarf were busy cutting and forging crystals, and had no extra energy to take care of a guy who took the opportunity to take advantage of the situation.

After initially completing the cutting, under the repeated request of the dwarf, Roland used a flame comparable to dragon breath to smel the crystal.

After nearly a month of forging, this crystal from the Star Netherworld was transformed into a form that no one could see.

It was as dark as the starry sky, and the sword blade without substance flashed faintly with fluorescence, as if it was a meteor crossing the sky.

Beauty alone is not enough to describe its beauty.

"Star Trace..." murmured with the name of this famous weapon, Roland finally knew its connection with him, and why it was attracted four thousand years ago.

The artifact not forged by the gods just confirms the legend.

She would never believe the twists and turns of this.

But... the color is a little inconsistent with the legend.

Moreover, the holder of this weapon is Ai Ge of the Sky Sword. Why did the weapon he forged fell into the hands of that elf in the end?

These doubts bothered Roland. She was immersed in her thoughts, without even noticed the sharp look that flashed through the thief's eyes.

Similarly, the dwarf beside her was completely immersed in joy and madness.

"It's so beautiful...the flawless power and posture..." Franken looked at the peerless work he forged obsessively, feeling extremely excited.

Apart from those magical artifacts held by the gods, there is no more perfect weapon in this world.

"Star trace...the trace of the stars, yes, just call it Star trace!!"
Chapter completed!