The unfinished spell turned into a harmless breeze that blew through the ends of the young Shadow Dancer's hair. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info his hand holding the knife was steady without a trace of trembling, but his expression was confused, as if even he didn't understand what he was here for.

This is not his task. This is...... An accident.

Countless thoughts had already crossed Ed's mind, and they still stared at each other like statues, motionless. Ed twisted his head stiffly in a strange position, and after a long time, he couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable. He felt that he couldn't expect the elf in front of him to speak first, but he was worried that the other party would mistakenly think that he was going to cast a spell, so he could only look at the sharp short knife and then at the young elf, mobilizing every muscle on his face and trying to release the greatest kindness.

At least, he's pretty good at it.

The elf blinked, and the tense muscles in his arm gradually relaxed. Before Ed could breathe a sigh of relief, his eyes suddenly became extremely sharp again.

Ed's heart sank, but instead of the cold pain in his neck and the burning of the blood gushing out, he felt it just that the elf was gone.

Ed's eyes widened in surprise and he couldn't help but reach out and touch his neck. There was still a chill there, but there was not a slight wound, which made him almost suspect that the scene just now was just an illusion born of his own uneasiness.

After a moment, he understood why the young shadow dancer had suddenly disappeared.

Visitors who appear in front of the door silently politely tap on the beautifully carved door frame so that the guests are not unnecessarily frightened. Ed came back to his senses and realized that the Shadow Dancer must have heard footsteps that he hadn't heard at all.

He had never felt the enviable talent of the elves so strongly as he did at this moment...... How annoying it is. Trying to "find out" in the territory of the elves is simply delusional for a human, and it is no wonder that even the almost omnipotent Balk can only admit that his people are "difficult to enter...... Where did his inexplicable confidence in himself come from?

Balk's warning rang in his ears. But now I regret it...... It seems too late.

Ed smiled and stood up, bescuing his momentary confusion with a well-deserved surprise.

"I'm sorry, I didn't hear your footsteps. He said, "I am ......."

"Ed Singh. The elf standing by the door nodded to him reservedly, but did not add any embarrassing title to him, "I have heard the name for a long time. I'm Ferry Silverleaf. ”

Ed bowed his head respectfully, and even though he knew that this was a bit rude, he couldn't help but look curiously at the distinguished elder in front of him...... The only surviving uncle of the Elven King.

He didn't know how long Fei Rui had lived, the elf in front of him looked no more than about forty years old, with a face that did not quite bear the same shape as Payne's, with slender eyebrows, soft contours, heavy eyes that turned green and black in the night, and wrinkles at the corners of the eyes were particularly striking on the fair skin. His figure was still tall and straight, but a little thin, a simple gray robe was nothing special except for the light texture, and the long hair draped behind him no longer shone like silver threads, but showed a dull grayish ...... Like Keller Brian.

This faint resemblance stirred up an inexplicable sense of intimacy in Ed's heart.

He clenched his cane and smiled sincerely: "It's my honor to meet you. ”

The elf walked slowly up to him, looked at him thoughtfully, and spoke in a calm tone, but there was no euphemism that an elf should have: "I don't want to see you here." ”

A smile froze on his lips, and Ed rubbed his nose in confusion. He prepared a belly of ornate rhetoric and tactful elven language, intending to have a dry mouth and spend most of his time on "polite" communication, but he was a little dizzy by this straightforward blow.

Fei Rui sat down calmly, and gracefully poured a glass of wine for him and the guests who were still in a daze, as if he didn't feel that there was any rudeness in what he had just said.

Ed sat down in a daze, and picked up his delicate glass from the small round table, and before he could taste anything, he almost choked on Ferry's next sentence.

"There should never be a saint in this world. The elf said calmly.

"Ahem...... Uh, I'm ...... Not ......," Ed stammered, blushing.

"You're not, and neither is your uncle, Scott Christus. Every word of the elf was like a shadow dancer's knife, fast and cold, without mercy, "The gods have left this world, where did the saints come from?"

Ed was silent for a few moments, not knowing what to answer.

He didn't mean to refute it. But he didn't intend to discuss it...... Big topic. Compared to the high gods, the imminent crisis, the people he cares about...... are much more important.

"I have no intention of pointing fingers at you. "This is the case with human beliefs, they need to see and touch things, and they don't care whether it's true or not, as long as it satisfies their desires and imaginations...... But for elves, it's a blasphemy. ”

“...... Why, then, did you deign to come to a man who had blasphemed the faith of the elves?"

Ed endured and endured, but still couldn't hold back that breath.

“...... As I said, I have no intention of pointing fingers at you. The elf frowned slightly, as if he felt that his annoyance and anger were unreasonable.

Ed closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and continued to endure.

"I just want to know what you're here for. He said, "I'd love to explain the fire to you, if you'd like to hear it...... But my friends are still waiting for me. ”

"Ah...... That fire. The elf said nonchalantly, "Now that you have extinguished it, there is no need to explain it again." ”

...... Very good.

Ed thought.

...... No, not at all!

He thought exasperatedly. He chose to stay because he understood how important this forest was to the elves...... As a result, the elven elder in front of him didn't seem to care at all!

"I'm here to ask you where your elven friend is. The elf said, "You can find him, can't you?"

The anger that had nowhere to vent was blocked in his chest, and Ed could barely breathe.

"Don't you care about the burned home, but you won't let go of an elf who has been almost banished?" he asked. Even if you know that the current Novi may not be as simple as "an expelled elf......

"Home?" the elf looked up at him, a hint of fluctuation in his dark green eyes, "No, you're mistaken...... This is not our home. ”

. (To be continued.) )