Inside the inn, Oasis and Sir Elias found themselves in a grand suite, the likes of which they had never experienced before.
The room was adorned with rich tapestries depicting Verdantia's history, and the furniture was carved from enchanted wood that seemed to pulse with a gentle, life-giving energy.
Large windows offered a breathtaking view of the middle city, and in the distance, the glowing barrier of the inner city added an ethereal glow to the horizon.
"Rest, lad. I have to go and get you registered for the preliminary," Sir Elias said to Oasis, who was busy looking left and right in surprise.
"Okay, Master," Oasis responded.
"He just called me Master!" Sir Elias thought, a touch of pride swelling in his chest.
Before he left, he gave Oasis one of the entry tokens of the inn. "See you soon. Don't wait for me," he said as he left the inn.
Oasis continued to look out the window as the sun began to set, casting a warm, golden glow over the city.
Below, people walked down the road, their figures bathed in the soft light of dusk.
The streets of Sylvaneth bustled with life—merchants closing their stalls, children playing, and couples strolling hand in hand.
The vibrant energy of the city was palpable, a mix of tranquility and anticipation.
After a few minutes of reflecting on everything that had happened to him up to this point, Oasis took out his storage box and placed it on the table in the room.
He carefully looked inside the box, checking the items within and realizing that there were items he had not noticed before. Among them was a hand bracelet.
He took it out and tried wearing it.
At first, the bracelet looked too big for his hand, but after a few seconds, it resized to fit his left wrist perfectly.
"Ohh, it's stuck. What is this?" Oasis spoke aloud. After some time of trying to remove it, he stopped and started meditating.
"Protect each other?" he spoke slowly, as he slowly started remembering the encounter with Azura.
"He never said anything after that day. Who is Azura? Who is the Sword God?"
He asked himself these questions, trying to piece together the puzzle. He then opened the scroll that he got from his magic box.
"So this is the Raging Phoenix Sword Technique," Oasis read the writing on the scroll.
"Wait a minute," he paused, surprised. "Since when can I read ancient writings? What is going on with me?"
His mind raced as he tried to comprehend this new development.
The ancient script on the scroll was clear to him, its characters making perfect sense as if they were written in his native tongue.
This unexpected ability only added to the mysteries surrounding him—his rapid progress, the cryptic messages from Azura, and now, this sudden comprehension of a long-lost language.
As he continued to meditate, the setting sun bathed the room in a soft, orange glow, casting long shadows that danced across the walls.
The city outside began to quiet down, the hustle and bustle giving way to the calm of the evening.
Sir Elias came holding a scroll and handed it to Oasis.
"Sign below with your blood. I will return it tomorrow so we can get your preliminary entry token."
Oasis bit his thumb, pressing it against the scroll to leave his mark, and then gave it back to Sir Elias.
"I'm famished. Let's go downstairs and have some food," Sir Elias suggested.
They immediately went downstairs to the inn's dining area, which was bustling with people.
The room was styled with wooden beams, stone walls, and chandeliers hanging from the ceiling.
From the looks of it, many patrons were nobles, given the luxurious setting and their refined attire.
After sitting at a table, a young girl approached them and asked for their order.
They ordered simple meals that they were accustomed to.
"Why order that when your tokens allow you to order more?" the young lady asked, surprised.
"It's okay. We're fine with this," Sir Elias replied with a smile. They began eating, enjoying the familiar flavors of their modest meal.
"Who let these commoners in this place?" people started whispering, their voices filled with disdain. Oasis and Sir Elias paid no heed, minding their own business.
"Lad, we don't have control over what other people say, but we have control over how we respond," Sir Elias advised, his tone calm and measured.
"Thanks, Master, for the wise words," Oasis replied with respect, taking the advice to heart.
The inn's dining area was a blend of opulence and charm.
Noblemen and women sat at various tables, adorned in fine clothes, their conversations a low hum of cultured voices.
The walls were lined with tapestries depicting scenes of Verdantia's rich history, and the air was filled with the aroma of exquisite dishes being served to other patrons.
As Oasis and Sir Elias ate, the flickering candlelight cast a warm, golden glow over the room, adding to the cozy ambiance.
The young girl who had taken their order moved gracefully among the tables.
Her demeanor professional and courteous despite the occasional disdainful glances from the more affluent customers.
Despite the whispers and the luxurious surroundings, Oasis felt a sense of contentment.
after finishing their meal they went to their room.
In the dining area, one of the men sitting nearby called the young lady who had been serving them. "Who are those people?" he asked.
"I'm not sure, but they are with the Bluemoon family," she replied.
"Oh," he said, dismissing her.
In his thoughts, he added, "Thank the heavens I did not mess with them," as the image of the leader of the Bluemoon family came to his mind.
"Maybe they come from one of the families under the Bluemoon," another man sitting with him speculated.