Leaving the guild, Cana took Statiw to the Magnolia train station.
The trains here should be called rail trains. Unlike the trains Statiw remembered from his previous life, they were powered by magic. This world was a high-magic world, where magic was highly prevalent, and magical items were sold as ordinary goods. Every aspect of normal life was inseparable from the use of magic.
After boarding the train, what greeted their eyes were old-fashioned hard-seat carriages. After finding an empty seat and sitting down, Statiw asked Cana about the specifics of the mission.
"This mission is very simple, it's just for a rich person who is getting married," she explained with a smile, handing him the mission request form.
"Huh? What does a rich person getting married have to do with our mission?" he asked, confused, as he took the mission request from her.
"Our mission is to perform some acts at the banquet to liven up the atmosphere. You don't have to worry about the performance; I'll handle it. You just need to assist me in completing the performance," Cana explained to him light-heartedly when she saw he found it strange.
"Oh, I see." Generally speaking, ordinary people's banquets would never invite Mages to perform; only wealthy individuals or nobles would do such a thing. He had only heard about it before, but now, hearing her explanation, Statiw immediately understood what was going on. He then asked, "But how should I assist you? What exactly do you need me to do?"
He could understand performing acts. The guild also organized a celebration parade for the annual Harvest Festival. Every year at that time, residents from all over Magnolia and the surrounding towns would come, and some even traveled from other parts of the continent.
Statiw had participated in the last celebration parade. However, unlike others who released various dazzling and brilliant magic, he had created a giant animation, five meters wide and three meters high, which was very popular with children. But a celebration was a celebration, and he wasn't quite sure what kind of performance was needed at a wedding banquet.
"That's hard to say; it depends on the specific situation," Cana thought for a moment and said, "At that time, you just need to follow my instructions. I'm familiar with these things, and I'll tell you exactly what to do."
"Alright then, I'll leave everything to you." He nodded, then read the mission request from beginning to end, and after ensuring he hadn't missed anything, he handed it back to her.
Half an hour passed in a flash, and the two got off the train, arriving at the town where their employer was located. Coming out of the train station, they saw people bustling in the huge square, and in the distance were clean and tidy streets with neat rows of small buildings with white walls and red roofs.
After turning a few corners, they arrived at the town's commercial street. From a distance, it was bustling with people, lively and full of activity, with the sounds of various vendors rising and falling. From the clothing of the pedestrians passing by, it was clear at a glance that the economic level of this town was not inferior to that of large cities, far exceeding the average level of ordinary towns on the continent.
"Excuse me, do you know how to get to the Colt family's residence?" Cana politely asked, stopping a couple who were shopping.
"The Colt family? Do you mean the Colt who is about to get married? If so, you need to go through the town. There's a small hill on the edge of the town, and on the hill, there's a castle. That castle is where the Colt family lives, the one you're looking for." The couple thought for a moment, then turned and pointed in the direction of the Colt family's residence, telling the two.
"Are there many people named Colt in this town?" The couple's words made Statiw a bit curious, and he casually asked them before leaving.
"Yes," the couple nodded and explained, "Actually, all the Colts in our town were originally one family. However, in each generation, only one person from the Colt family could inherit the family business from the previous generation; the others would be driven out to establish their own households. So, after only a few generations, there are now more than a dozen families named Colt in the town."
"The Colt family's rules are really strange; it's the first time I've heard of such a thing," she said to Statiw as they walked through the town after thanking the couple.
"It's alright," he didn't think there was anything wrong with the Colt family doing that.
"Why do you say it's alright? Don't you think it's strange?" Cana turned her head to look at him, puzzled.
"I think the Colt family does this to disperse their family members as much as possible. After all, there are many things that happen between large families, and if a disaster affecting the entire family were to occur someday, doing this could ensure that the Colt family wouldn't truly perish," Statiw speculated.
As they were talking, the two had already arrived at the edge of the town. Looking into the distance, a castle stood at the highest point of a small mound, about thirty meters high.
At this moment, people were constantly coming and going at the castle gate, appearing very busy.
"The person who built this castle must be a super knight castle enthusiast," he said to Cana with a chuckle, looking at the distant castle.
The two arrived at the castle gate, where they were greeted by the Colt family's butler, an elder around fifty years old. It should be noted that this elder's surname was also Colt.
After leading the two into the castle, the old butler said to them, "The young master's wedding is in three days. This period before the wedding is for the two of you to prepare. If you need anything, you can tell me directly, and I will prepare it for you as soon as possible. Because at that time, those who come to congratulate will be various prominent families and important figures who have business dealings with our Colt family. Therefore, our only request is that we hope the two of you can prepare enough wonderful performances."
"Don't worry, I've completed many similar missions, and I'm very skilled in this area," Cana immediately assured him with a smile after the old butler finished speaking.
"That's good," the old butler nodded noncommittally, then led the two to the room prepared for them and left.
"Cana, what do we do now?" After the old butler left, she immediately jumped onto the bed, bouncing twice on the bed in a spread-eagle position. Statiw, meanwhile, walked to the edge of the bed, sat down, and asked her, looking a bit nervous.
Cana, however, told him without any worry, "This is simple; just prepare some acts. If worst comes to worst, your stories, combined with moving pictures, will be enough to complete this mission."
"Is that really okay?" he frowned slightly, looking at her lack of tension.
"Don't worry, at wedding banquets of large families like this, the attendees won't care about our performance at all. The purpose of attending such banquets is merely to network with each other. So, we only need to deal with the children who are brought along. As long as those children are satisfied, it'll be fine," she smiled and told him the actual situation of such banquets when she saw he seemed a little nervous.
After hearing her words, Statiw suddenly understood. If it was just about entertaining children, there would be no problem. For the past year, almost every week, whenever he had time, he would go to the orphanage with Cana to tell stories to the orphans. Through a year of practice, he had mastered how to deal with children of various different personalities.
"How about it? Does it feel different from what you imagined?" Seeing his furrowed brow gradually relax, Cana smiled and shared her experience with him, "In fact, compared to performances in a theater, this kind of performance doesn't need to be so strict. However, there's one thing that's more demanding than the theater: it needs to be able to create enough atmosphere. So, what you should pay attention to is not how good the performance is, but whether these acts can stir the emotions of the viewers…"