Don't confiscate my identity as a human race-Chapter 1237 - 807: The Bloodthirsty Spectators of Tolyado

Thousands of kilometers away.

The busy port of Nanwantina is bustling with people.

"Oh, how do I get to the rendezvous point?"

Sigrid retrieved her luggage from the lost and found with a sense of temporary relief.

But soon she was facing a new challenge.

The moment she stepped out of the lost and found, the sea breeze on the bridge blew a few mischievous light strands of her sidetail into disarray.

Those amethyst-like, crystal clear eyes slightly squinted, eye waves turning as if pondering her next destination.

The port was so vast that the intertwined maps between the upper and lower decks almost made her dizzy.

"It was agreed before that someone would meet me at the Nanwantina Port passenger rendezvous point."

Sigrid murmured to herself, slightly puzzled.

She had just returned from the Fringe Space of the Shadow World.

She was unfazed by the settlement contents, barely glancing at them before skipping over.

Finally, she took the Magic Card from the orange light sphere and left.

She had long been stuck at the Eighth-order limit, lacking the Power of Faith to reach the Ninth-order Divine Domain. This time, her greatest gain from the Shadow World was this orange Epic quality Natural Magic Card—

[Holy Polante II Pope's Tear]

[Category: Spell Card]

[Grade: Orange Epic]

[Attribute: Heal/Enhance]

[Order: 8]

[Effect: Condense and consume one's Mana and life force, allowing the target to revert to a younger state for a certain period and recover a massive amount of health, cooldown time 135 seconds.]

[Note: The Divine Power accumulated by the long-held prayers to the Moon Goddess by the second-generation Pope of Holy Polante, if she had mastered this spell earlier, maybe she could have saved her sun.]

Despite the current world's navigation troubles nagging her, thinking of this card slightly improved her mood.

Now she effectively had an instant health-boosting spell.

But it shouldn't be used consecutively; otherwise, she might turn into a child.

Its additional youth-reverting effect might fail on Long-lived Species, but for humans, if used properly, it could almost let one maintain their peak condition.

It could become either a positive or a negative effect.

"Wait, it could also let me transform into a seventeen-year-old girl without needing a disguise spell..."

Sigrid suddenly realized.

Disguise spells might not be effective in Brilda, might even be dispelled, or possibly seen through by masters.

While thinking, she continued to walk forward.

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A god sculpture stood at the center of the bridge she was on, with "God of the Oceans and Navigation" inscribed on its base, the deity's face bearing a look of distress, as if lighting the way for ships, or appearing rather helpless to those without a navigator's talent.

Sigrid leaned closer to study the map on the bridge, her fingertips gently touching the weathered stone carvings, seeking clues to her destination.

The cries of the seagulls drew Sigrid's attention.

She looked up to see a few seagulls circling and soaring in the clear blue sky, their wings leaving dots of white trails across the expanse.

"That's right, the Saint Heir once said, if you arrive at a new place and don't know which fork in the road to take, just follow the direction where most people go, and you'll always find a popular building."

Sigrid recalled Lanci's words.

Perhaps among those seagulls, there could be some that didn't recognize the route, but as long as they followed the group, they would eventually fly correctly.

Sigrid pulled her luggage and set forth, taking the busier side at every fork in the bridge.

Her light-colored hair was casually tied into a playful little braid at the back of her head, sharp and incisive like a wolf, but with the agility of a young girl.

Her autumn and winter outfit had a touch of individuality, a slightly oversized hoodie jacket with loose cuffs and hem, covering rugged work pants, and she wore a pair of low-top canvas shoes rhythmically tapping on the stone pavement.

Passing through the upper deck corridor cooled by the sea breeze, Sigrid looked down and the street scenery opened up beyond pubs and inns, tall palm trees casting mottled shades, and the sound of waves hitting the rocks growing from faint to distinct.

"This is the Saint Heir's homeland."

Her spirit uplifted along the way, every transit square she passed was bustling, with port-goers chattering about the latest tasks and gossip.

Sigrid couldn't help but listen, searching for potentially valuable snippets of information.

However, if she really needed information, she could go buy it from the Dimensional Branch.

The Dimensional Branch of the South Continent is said to be committed to exemplary service, and money talks.

This time, she brought quite a bit of currency from the Protoss Empire of the Northern Continent. Now with the turmoil in the South Continent, many wealthy individuals have started running to the nations of the South Bank of the Northern Continent, raising the exchange ratio significantly, and Sigrid's funds could be exchanged for even more currency of the South Continent nations.

After some effort, Sigrid finally found the passenger rendezvous point in the South Wantina Port.

"He was right..."

Sigrid exclaimed, entering the lower deck level hall entrance.

Indeed, following where the crowd is, one can find the right path.

It was a relief to be back indoors, and the passenger rendezvous point resembled a corner of a station hall meant for those waiting to meet arriving passengers.

After looking around, Sigrid soon spotted in a corner row of seats a young man dozing off with a slab bearing a cartoon version of the Silver Moon Crown emblem.

He was wearing a black duckbill cap, a black and white checkered shirt, and draped over it was a black jacket, looking like a standard courier or delivery person.