Yarra’s Adventure Notes
Chapter 802 - 67: Cammicarra Territory

Chapter 802: Chapter 67: Cammicarra Territory

The Butte Plateau, the highest plateau on the Yarran Continent, was once considered by the Triclops as the purest land closest to the sky and the deities in the First Epoch; however, by the Fourth Epoch, this pure land had come to be occupied by some mages who abandoned the deities out of spite for the War of Gods and admiration for their own strength, a bitter irony indeed.

On the Butte Plateau lies the Cammicarra Territory, a flat highland approximately fourteen thousand square kilometers in area, belonging to a single Mage lord. Among the fifty-four territories in the Kingdom of Mages, this size is not the largest; many lords possess territories much larger than Cammicarra. Yet, when it comes to the fertility of the land and the density of the population, this territory is certainly among the best. With a population of nine hundred and seventy thousand ranking third among all territories, and with enough surplus goods to supply the needs of its people and then some, the wealthy abundance of Cammicarra ranks second in the Mage Country of Butte, only behind the territory of the current Chair of the Supreme Council, Warrensen. The rich produce of this territory, after setting aside what is needed for the daily consumption of its nine hundred and seventy thousand inhabitants and the maintenance of the lord’s authority, is all converted into various magical materials and research funds for the lord and the mages under his command to pursue magical research and knowledge. This practice is common among all Mage lords of the Kingdom of Mages, or rather, it is one of the very purposes for which the Kingdom of Mages was established—to explore the endless unknown and support their research endeavors with all the financial and material resources of their territories, unrestricted.

The lord of the Cammicarra Territory was deeply engrossed in magic research, rarely attending the annual meetings of the Supreme Council and sometimes even forgetting to appoint a delegate. Nevertheless, no one objected to this for the status of this lord within the Kingdom of Mages was too unique. As one of the only two Demigods in Butte, his strength and knowledge not only surpassed that of the Chair Warrensen but even exceeded that of the Guild President Antuin. Long ago, he became the most powerful mage in the Yarran World. His name had once spread to every corner of the Yarran Continent, and stories of his exploits are still sung by bards today. His existence has become a source of pride for all Mages. He is Master Fila, a participant in the Return of the Dead disturbance, a hero from a century ago. Alas, time is the most fearsome weapon, and no one can escape its ravages, not even Master Fila who had dedicated half his life to the secrets of time. Members of the Supreme Council were well aware that Master Fila’s days were numbered. Nevertheless, the residents of Cammicarra were oblivious to these facts, continuing their lives as usual, creating their own stories.

The Third Flame City is the capital of the Cammicarra Territory, where the population exceeds two hundred thousand, accounting for one-fifth of all Cammicarra’s residents. Furthermore, at least one-third of all commercial activities in Cammicarra happen here, making Third Flame City the heart of the territory, its most important city.

"You have to understand, those Mages’ heads are filled with nothing but magic models and mathematical formulas, their entire intellect devoted solely to magic research. So asking them to come up with names is like a giveaway of despair," Pannis said indifferently, ignoring the mournful gaze of a beautiful pair of eyes behind him and the threatening flames on the other side: "Just look at these Mage lords of the Mage Country, utterly lacking creativity in naming, throughout the Kingdom there are at least forty Fiery Cities, over a hundred Fireball Towns—they seem only able to think up such names. Why not Black Cat City or White Dog City, those would sound better. Even their citizens feel helpless, they’ve had to prefix numbers to distinguish their cities. Just think how pathetic that is."

"Imagine when two people meet for the first time, what happens as they introduce themselves." Pannis gesticulated to emphasize his point, "Hello, I am Tom from the Thirty-Eighth Fiery City, pleased to meet you. Hello, I’m Jerry from the One Hundred and Twenty-Fourth Fireball Town, it is an honor to meet you. My god, what should have been a simple introduction turns into a comedy."

With a "pfft," the silver-haired priestess couldn’t help but cover her mouth and let out a quiet laugh, the scenario Pannis described appearing before her eyes. It had to be admitted, despite his slightly harsh tone, he made a fair point. She couldn’t help but think she’d be too embarrassed to speak if she had to introduce herself that way.

Nevertheless, it really wasn’t polite to make such remarks about someone else’s capital city, Catherine thought as she poked Pannis hard with a finger, whispering with a suppressed laugh, "Will you shut up, you? It’s fine to think it, but saying it out loud is just rude. Look at the way people around here are looking at you."

"Alright, alright," Pannis complied meekly, "Can I stop now? Let’s just enjoy the view. You’ve never been to the Kingdom of Mages before, have you? Their cities do have their unique characteristics."

Pannis was right, the cities of the Kingdom of Mages were indeed distinctive. Unlike other cities adorned with tall trees, due to the high altitude here, there were few large trees; most plants were low shrubs and grasses. As a result, the overall appearance of the cities gave a somewhat lifeless impression. To compensate, many residents painted their houses green. Although this did nothing substantial, it at least looked somewhat better.

Walking into the city, people could clearly sense they were in a foreign land. No matter the building’s purpose, each had a tall, pointed roof. These spires served little practical use; originally designed to mimic the Mage Tower, the style persisted for thousands of years and has become a tradition in the Kingdom of Mages. From a distance, the numerous sharp rooftops rising towards the sky resembled a dense forest.

The weather was fine, the sunlight abundant, but across the vast city, a large patch of shadow drifted, moving with a curious regularity. Should one raise their gaze skyward, it would become clear that it was not clouds at all, but a large Floating Island overhead. The island was roughly a square kilometer, with solid rock underneath and earth clinging to the sides. Rock and soil, bound together by magic, floated contrary to gravity. Towering above the island, a Mage Tower erected, signaling to all the authority and ownership of this land. (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, welcome to Qidian (qidian.com) to cast your recommendation votes and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please visit m.qidian.com to read.)