794: Chapter 34: Ian Silverpeak (6400, seeking double monthly tickets~) 794: Chapter 34: Ian Silverpeak (6400, seeking double monthly tickets~) For Elder Prude, hearing even countless rumors from the outside world was no match for Ian himself speaking to him directly.
Although it was true that Ian had not skimped on sending messages to Harrison Port and reporting good news, this time, the good news was undoubtedly the greatest.
“Noble title and awards!”
When Elder Prude heard Ian utter these words on the other end of the communication device, he felt his heart skip a beat for an instant.
This elder of the White Folks, bearing the characteristic traits of the Dwarves, stood numbly by the window of his Elder’s Hall.
For some reason, Elder Prude suddenly felt a gust of autumn breeze, accompanied by the warm midday sun, making him feel slightly tipsy.
The end of the year was approaching.
The old man gazed hazily out the window at Harrison Port.
When he had first arrived, the city was nothing but a small wooden fortress on the edge of South Ridge and a few scattered settlements.
Back then, the stench of the sea tides had nearly made him vomit.
But now, whether it was the emerald sea in the distance or the azure sky above, everything felt familiar and nostalgic, even giving him a sense of warmth like that of home.
He had lived here for too long, longer than in the Imperial Capital, and even longer than in his own family home.
Harrison Port had become his second hometown.
The gentle sunlight of the coastal city flowed on his windowsill, changing with the clouds in the sky and the wind, and the thriving community of the White Folks with sturdy buildings provided comfort—all of which he had built himself.
But soon, he would have a third hometown.
A distant one, but representing an even greater hope.
—Could it be that, finally, his family could rise to greatness again?!
The old man heard Ian’s somewhat confused voice, which carried a teasing smile: [You’re not crying, are you?
My achievements will grow even greater in the future.
If you’re this excited now, how many more times will you have to be in the future?]
The old man rubbed his eyes, scolding this usually blunt-speaking junior: “A mere piece of good news wouldn’t have you contacting me.
Speak, how many more people do you need?”
Elder Prude understood Ian very well.
The latter was extremely rational and certainly did not require the Elder’s help with planning for the territory—if he went out of his way to make contact, it was definitely not just to report good news—this guy didn’t have any sense of ceremony anyway.
Everything to him was taken for granted, and failures intrigued him more than successes.
that’s just how a Prophet can be so disagreeable.
[We do need a number]
Ian said: [But more importantly, we need a family crest and a surname—should we use ‘Chehalorvo’ again, or should I come up with a new one?
As for the crest, I’m not good at designing such things, nor do I want to bother thinking about it.]
The Elder steadied himself, and said in a grave voice: “Chehalorvo was a common name used by several White Folks clans in the Northern Silver Peak when they formed an alliance.
It didn’t represent much, and that surname already carries stains from the past.
Using it again might not be good for you.”
Although the old man had sought his family’s Glory all his life, he was not foolish.
He still had clarity on who truly represented the future and essence of the family, and Elder Prude understood this well.
Thinking it over, the old man offered a compromise: “If you don’t mind, you can use ‘Silverpeak’ directly, since that’s our family’s origin.
it generally reflects the landmarks of the family’s initial territory.
Our original crest was ‘Five Peaks’, representing the five White Folks clans that first joined to form a family.
Of course, they eventually fully integrated.”
“As for now, I recall that your Leyan Territory has both lakes and mountains, so it should be a mountain peak, encircled by a lake below…”
In fact, this was how many of the surnames among the nobility of Terra were derived.
For instance, in the Setar Empire, ‘Sertar’ means something as common as ‘Heaven’s Light’ or ‘Thousand Suns’, referring to ‘all sources of light in the sky’, in other words, it could also be called ‘Empire of Heavenly Light’, ‘Empire of Eternal Day’, or ‘Thousand Suns Empire’.
And the Azure Sky Royal Court could also be called ‘Ximor Royal Court’, with the Khan Family being the Ximor Family.
This term conveys meanings of ‘Azure Sky’, ‘everything between sky and earth’, and ‘expansiveness without boundaries’.
Silverpeak likewise, pronounced ‘Aljomun’, carries significances of ‘imposing and unassailable’ as well as ‘mountain that supports the Firmament’, which is a famous peak in ancient Terra mythology, fitting the young man’s vision perfectly.
Using it as a surname, Ian did not find it disagreeable.
Remembering one’s origins is the key to having a future, without the support of the White Folks, he wouldn’t even have had his initial troops.
Besides, this was undoubtedly something Elder Prude had longed for all his life—since Ian himself did not mind, of course, he would just listen to the old man.
“I’ll follow your guidance.”
Standing on the third floor of the city hall, Ian gazed out at the verdant layers of the Bison Mountain Range, where the moist air mixed with a cool breeze felt slightly damp upon the skin.
But as the sunlight bathed the earth, the air became dry and comfortable.
It was now deep autumn, the green of the mountains already taking on shades of brown-red and tan-yellow, hinting at the coming of a new season and the dawn of a new era.
The development of the territory was on the right track.
The total number of people who had registered for the tax officer examination had already exceeded five hundred, from all walks of life and various statuses.
Essentially, any domain resident with some confidence in their mathematical and cultural level and a bit of strength at home had signed up.