The large aircraft resembled a giant silver bird, with its streamlined design and wingtips shimmering with magical light, all highlighting its extraordinary quality.
Every detail reflected the Crown Clan’s luxury and grandeur, from the comfortable seats to the efficient energy engine, each a pinnacle of craftsmanship.
"This ’Silver Feather’ aircraft is one of His Highness’s exclusive vehicles."
Franka at his side explained, with a hint of pride in her voice:
"This is only used on very rare occasions. For His Highness to send it to pick you up shows how much he values you."
Ron nodded slightly, understanding the significance of such treatment.
In a public setting like this, arriving on the Crown Clan’s exclusive aircraft would undoubtedly attract widespread attention and significantly boost his own prestige.
This was both a gesture of goodwill from Eve and an invisible bond of relationship.
However, compared to those binding contracts, this way of bonding was not as objectionable.
"Is it your first time attending the Lance Festival, Master?"
Eve approached Ron, her amethyst-like eyes barely concealing her excitement:
"I’ve only ever watched this grand event through crystal ball projections before, never had the opportunity to see it in person."
Ron nodded slightly: "A celebration of this scale is indeed unimaginable in the Black Mist Jungle."
"It’s not just about the scale." The girl’s voice was filled with yearning:
"The Lance Festival has been passed down since the end of the Third Era, with a history of over five thousand years. It’s not just a celebration; it’s a tribute to knowledge and heritage by wizard civilization."
Ron gazed at the ribbon of rainbow light, symbolizing the achievements of Lance.
The seven-colored lights intertwined and swirled above the plaza, dancing like living creatures and enveloping the entire area in a dreamy glow.
It was indeed a sight to behold, even for someone as experienced as him, causing him to pause momentarily and take a few extra glances.
Dale lay by the aircraft’s crystal window, eagerly watching the myriad of brilliant scenes below, her silver hair shimmering in the sunlight.
"Master, look over there!"
The Little Sea Siren pointed to the edge of a floating island in the distance.
There, a grove of trees made from crystals of varying sizes displayed rainbow spectrums under the sunlight:
"How beautiful! What is that?"
Ailan gracefully moved next to Dale, her green tendrils gently brushing against the Little Sea Siren’s shoulder:
"That is the ’Seven-Colored Crystal Forest’, a special area that only fully opens during the Lance Festival.
It is said that those crystal trees were personally planted by Lance, with each one containing a unique energy resonance."
"The Crystal Forest itself is a large magical power filtration system."
Eve, standing nearby, added:
"It purifies the impure energy in the surrounding environment, providing the purest magic field for the entire Dawn Harbor.
During the Lance Festival, all masters and apprentices in the city can benefit from the pure energy it brings."
Ron withdrew his gaze from the magic-dense rainbow forest, his mind delving into contemplation.
Although the ’Rainbow Ring’ was merely a regular event held every three years, far from the large-scale competitions between wizard schools.
For Bloodline Modifiers, it was an invaluable opportunity to showcase themselves.
True Masters of Modulation would not personally participate in such lower-level contests.
But many now-renowned Masters of Modulation started their journey on this very stage.
Moreover, the competition rules were straightforward, with no complex systems—a single round to determine the rankings.
Ron replayed the information he had reviewed in his mind:
All participants with the qualification of a Professional Modulator must conduct bloodline modulation on a designated target (this year, a Crystal Lizard) within the same time frame.
The judging criteria are divided into two parts:
First, the state and performance of the target individual after modulation;
Second, the color change of the Autophagic Slime Monster, to objectively assess the success level.
"Speaking of it, Lance himself is the only Alchemist who has managed to make the Autophagic Slime Monster exhibit a complete rainbow color, which is the origin of the ’Rainbow Ring’ competition’s name."
Eve also provided information to Ailan and Dale about the basics of the competition, her voice full of respect:
"Even the current top bloodline masters can only achieve levels close to rainbow color, but there’s always a missing key wavelength."
Ron acknowledged, his mind already formulating his modulation strategy.
The bloodline modulation of the Crystal Lizard was not particularly complex, but achieving high quality in a short time required precise control and a deep theoretical foundation.
"Master Ron." Eve’s voice brought him back from his thoughts:
"I gathered some information on the other contestants today that you might find interesting."
She handed over a delicate card inscribed with magically encrypted text that could only be read by the holder.
Ron accepted the card and nodded gratefully towards the young woman.
Eve’s approach was indeed meticulous and thoughtful, with such discreet information delivery done perfectly.
"This year’s main participants number seventeen," the young woman explained in a low voice while he examined the card:
"Among them are three senior lecturers from the Central Lands, two bloodline modification experts from other regions, while the rest are emerging modulator talents of recent years."
"First is Lecturer Mueller from the ’Tower of Vibrations,’ who has unique research on vibration-type bloodline modulation.
It is said that the Crystal Lizards he has modulated can sense magical fluctuations from hundreds of miles away through skin vibrations."
"And there is Lecturer Sofia from the ’Elemental Garden.’"