PS. Present today's update, by the way, pull a vote for the "starting point" 515 fan festival, everyone has 8 votes, and the vote will also give the starting point coin, kneel and beg everyone to support and appreciate!

It's anger -- Murray himself knows it, but he simply blames it on Norway. This elf, who is not like an elf, can always make him unknowingly, as if he has been poisoned, and use it more directly...... and express their emotions in a drastic way.

When he threw the roll of paper in Novi's face, he admitted with chagrin that it was much more pleasant to vent once in a while than to keep everything in his heart and put on a cold, calm, and unfathomable face.

There were only a few lines of words on the tiny scroll. Noway looked at it word after word, over and over again, as if it were a language he couldn't understand...... His face grew pale, and he muttered, "Summer Flame Night......"

The Night of the Summer Flame is not a grand but beautiful festival for the elves - there are many such festivals. But now, that night meant fireworks, laughter, all-night music and aromatic cider sounded almost like an ominous lament.

"Whatever really happens that night, you should know...... It all started when your friend descended from the sky on an ice dragon, and when the Silver Leaf King ignored the wishes of the Elders' Guild and let you leave the Empty Court alive. Murray relentlessly accused, in a deep voice, but reluctantly added, "...... Maybe it started even earlier. ”

Payne Silverleaf is not the Elven King that the Council of Elders is satisfied with. Had it not been for the premature death of his brother, the gentle and humble elf might have been able to handle his relationship with the Presbyterian Church, which had been truly powerful for nearly a thousand years, in a more peaceful way. But Payne had a dazzling light. From the very beginning, the Council of Elders felt an aggressive threat. Year after year, the young Elven King seems to have been gradually sharpened, but from beginning to end. He never really gave up on the change he wanted. As the darlings of the gods, a race of long-lived and beautiful beings with various talents, the elves have become weary throughout their long history, they have retained pride but lost their curiosity, their elegance but their passion...... They have gone from creators to spectators, stuck in their own world, nostalgic for the glory of the past. That's something Payne can't tolerate—but for the Presbyterians. Any attempt to break with tradition is intolerable.

The battle in the shadows never stops. Payne is supported by a few young elves, but the old elven families are intertwined, and most of them have no intention of changing the way they live. History has changed from wealth to shackles...... When there is not enough strength to confront the Presbyterians head-on. Payne had been patient, carefully starting the change bit by bit, trying to achieve his goal in a long time without antagonizing the elders—after all. What he has is time.

But nearly a hundred years of effort. The moment he decides to let Norway go, he is in ashes.

Prophecies, signs, ancient precepts, those are things that the Presbyterians will abide by for millennia and will never allow to be violated. The first time an elf called Norway "The Last Sunstrider", his death was already sealed. Payne didn't believe it, but he couldn't ignore it anymore when it came to proving that Norway was looking for Ankland's secrets as prophesied...... There was no way to stop the Council of Elders from sending those dancers in the dark.

The will of the Presbyterian Church is very strong. Murray knows. In order not to break with the Council of Elders too soon, the Silver Leaf King was already preparing to sacrifice Norwe. It wasn't the dragons and saints who fell from the sky that really made him change his decision. It's not the human girl who even dared to assassinate the elf king for the sake of her loved ones...... It's the integrity that Payne Silver Leaf himself can't abandon for any reason.

The wrong way can't lead to the right result.

Murray and Lance spoke privately many times. His knowledge of Payne made him understand that sooner or later, the conflict between the Elven King and the Council of Elders was inevitable...... But the elf who made the conflict instantly fierce and difficult to bridge is the guy he hates the most.

“...... I'm not being hunted again......" Noway hung his head, his voice low and inaudible, "I thought...... I used to wish it was over......"

"You weren't hunted down again, because keeping you alive would only anger the elders who were hesitant to abolish the Silver Leaf King. Murray coldly told him, "A living provocation is much more useful than a dead threat, isn't it?"

“...... If ......" Norway hesitated, but was immediately interrupted by Murray.

"If you can solve the problem with your corpse, believe me, even if my neck is cut, I will not hesitate to stab you in the heart just now. "But now, it doesn't matter whether you're dead or alive." The fire has been lit...... Your blood doesn't quench it. I have to thank you for not showing up in Grivar...... But the mere news of your return to the South was enough to make that fire burn even brighter. You ask me what you can do for him, and honestly, I don't know......"

He stopped suddenly, a thought flashing through his head.

“...... But that might be a good thing to do. ”

The moment this sentence blurted out, even he himself was surprised...... But that might be a good thing to do.

They have almost no way out, and the elf in front of them, who has never followed the rules, may be able to bring them unexpected opportunities.

After leaving the Starry Night Hotel for a long distance, there was still an ethereal singing, lingering in my ears as if nothing.

Norvi's footsteps have never been so heavy. He had known for a long time that things would not be so easy to solve...... But when he was really involved, he felt his powerlessness more and more.

Between the swaying shadows of the trees, a small figure rubbed silently beside him like a cat.

"So...... How's it going?" Tess grabbed his arm, looked up and asked him, "Did you get the news you wanted?"

Norway was silent for a long time, then nodded slightly.

“...... Isn't it bad?" Tess pouted, "Your face looks like it's been pulling your stomach for three days...... Or you can't pull it out for three days. ”

No matter how depressed the mood was, the elf couldn't help but laugh.

"Maybe you're right. He said, "Maybe I shouldn't have come back." ”

"Can I say, 'I told you a long time ago?'" Tess glared at him hard, "I told you a long time ago!—is it too late for us to go back?"

“...... I'm afraid it's too late. Norway smiled wryly.

Tai shrugged his shoulders unexpectedly: "I knew - forget it, since there is no way to change what has happened, I have to change what has not happened yet." ”

“...... Maybe you could use a nice word?" Noway sighed, "like 'do your best'?"

"If you don't try your best to the point of dead skin, what kind of effort is it?" Tess rolled her eyes and reached out to pat the elf's chest soothingly, "Don't worry...... I'll teach you well. ”

A hint of warmth slowly penetrates through the skin and penetrates into the bottom of the heart. The elf smiled silently, straightened up, and walked forward in the still deep night.

[It's about to be 515, I hope to continue to hit the 515 red envelope list, and the red envelope rain will be able to give back to readers and promotional works on May 15. A piece is also love, and it must be better!] (To be continued.) )