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He stepped out of the woods, stood in front of the stone pillar, and looked at the strange woman quietly. If it weren't for the overly striking white hair, she would have looked like the daughter of a human hunter in the nearby forest, casually tied up her long hair, wearing a half-worn blue-gray dress with a muddy hem, and the only decoration on her body was a blackened carved buckle...... and a petite leather belt bag on the waistband.

But the "hunter's daughter" will not have such ...... Blue eyes as far-reaching as the sky and the sea.

There was something indescribable in those eyes that made him scarcely dare to look at it, and he couldn't help but be attracted.

"My name is Felicity. ”

He heard the woman's brisk voice, "Felicity, Amber." What about you?"

“...... Orin Feathers. ”

He suddenly closed his lips, annoyed and puzzled—he didn't know why he was so honest with his name, and even if the woman in front of him didn't seem to have the slightest malice, he couldn't feel the slightest hostility towards her...... After all, this is a strange and suspicious uninvited guest.

"You're not a local, are you? This forest is not accessible to humans. ”

When he spoke again, his tone was a little deliberately harsh, but he unconsciously found a forgivable reason for the other party's "trespassing".

"I didn't trespass. The woman smiled and replied, "I have permission to do so." ”

“...... Who's allowed it?" Orin frowned slightly.

"They. Felicity waved her hand casually.

A gust of wind passed, and the leaflets of late spring rustled and nodded softly to her, and the droplets of water shimmered golden in the sun.

Orin looked up in surprise. Even as an elf, he couldn't understand the language of trees...... But at that moment, he heard small whispers coming from all directions.

yes. They scrambled to answer. Yes.

Or passionate, or reserved, or old, or immature.

A drop of water mischievously landed on the middle of his forehead, making him almost jump in shock.

The whispers of the tide slowly receded, and the only sound of the wind remained in the forest. He looked around blankly, and a faint sense of loss rose in his heart.

“...... Who the hell are you?" he blurted out.

He had no doubt that what he had heard was nothing more than a hallucination caused by some evil magic. The woman in front of her looked as if she had been born to be a part of this forest...... or a part of this world. And these elves, who claim to be children of nature, are just passing by.

"Felicity. The woman's eyes widened, "I just told you my name." ”

The muscles in the corners of his eyes twitched. The elf clearly felt that he was being teased, and although the woman was perhaps less than a tenth of his age, he was inexplicably like a child in front of her.

“...... How can I help you?" he changed the subject awkwardly and stiffly.

"Have there been any recent accidents here?" Felicity asked very directly, "not the very good kind." ”

“...... My sister broke her head here. Orin replied that it was almost like a joke, but the woman's thoughtful expression turned the ridiculous sense of absurdity into a faint unease.

Felicity couldn't help but tense up when he suddenly put his hand on his waist. He watched as she pulled out a small silver box from her fanny pack and expertly opened it. In the sunlight, the elf's keen eye caught the pile of colorful pieces inside, like some kind of inferior gemstone......

"Does your sister like candy?" she asked him, throwing one into her mouth.

Orin looked at her with mixed emotions and was silent for a long time.

Orin's sister, Phyllis, was not yet six years old and was not a big fan of sugar, but was curious about Felicity's gray hair.

"Why is your hair white?" she asked her, "you don't look old at all." ”

"Is it pretty?" Felicity smiled, not answering her question.

"Good looking. Phyllis nodded, "Like snow." ”

Elves are warned from an early age to beware of "cunning humans". However, in the face of the strange woman with white hair in front of her, Phyllis had no defense in her eyes.

She carefully stroked the snowy white hairs, as if fearing that they would melt quietly under her fingers, completely oblivious to the woman's gentle brushing of her forehead.

There is still a scar there.

There are no chantors of the gods in the Antlers Forest, not a single one...... And the elves never turn to the human priests outside the forest.

"When we were first born, every soul carried the radiance of God, and every spirit was born a singer...... We don't need anyone to convey our prayers. ”

Ancient parchment scrolls bear the proverbs of their ancestors, and over the millennia, the elves have become accustomed to it. Even if there is pain and death, it is like a tree in a forest, which will be broken by the wind, withered and rotted, and melted into the earth...... Life has a beginning and an end, and their souls will inevitably return to the arms of the gods.

There is nothing to worry about.

The reddish scars didn't go away. Felicity sat unconcerned on the wet stones, holding her chin in a daze, letting the little elf girl weave her white hair into all sorts of patterns.

“...... Any questions?"

Orin finally couldn't help but ask.

"I don't know. Felicity sighed, not hiding her slight frustration at all, "I always feel that something is wrong, but I don't feel any malice......"

Orin subconsciously looked up at the branches and leaves stretched in the sun.

"Can't they tell you either?" he asked.

Felicity sneered. It wasn't a mockery, it was just plain amusement, but the elf couldn't help but blush.

"They don't know everything, either. "No one can know everything." ”

“...... You're a whisperer...... Or is it a priest of the human race?" Orin asked her.

"Forget it. ”

It was an impossible answer, but the elf instinctively felt that she was not lying...... It's not perfunctory, either.

"Do you believe in God?" Felicity asked rhetorically.

“...... I'm an elf. ”

"Yes...... If one day, the gods command you to do something you don't want to do and shouldn't do, will you obey?"

“...... There will be no such order. ”

"What if there is?"

“......”

"So, you won't obey...... Isn't that a betrayal?"

"We are God's creatures, not slaves...... The brilliance of the gods is in our souls, and as long as we have a clear conscience, there is no betrayal to speak of. ”

The smile shone like water in Felicity's blue eyes. She stood up with Phyllis in her arms, reaching out and poking him lightly in the chest.

"Remember your words, Elf. She said, her voice as low as the wind in the woods, so low that he could barely hear it:

"Look...... There's nothing to worry about......"

That sentence didn't seem to be addressed to him.

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