When spring comes, the West Pier of Visa, which has been silent for a winter, is becoming more and more vibrant day by day. During the day, nimble sailors run to and fro on every deck and on the mast, checking ropes, changing sails, and preparing for the first voyage of the new year, and at night, the sound of rude laughter and singing fills almost every corner. The ships in the harbor were crowded together, and almost every day sailors rushed to fight over some minor collision, and then went to drink a few casks of good wine with their opponents.

There was only one ship, deliberately left at a distance by all the ships, alone and proudly anchored in the midst of the crowd and noise, where there was still broken ice floating on the river.

The people of Visa have seen many ships coming and going from north to south. From small canoes to huge sea boats, from the sturdy black galleons of the Black Rock Dwarves to the overdecorated, ornate but less practical pleasure boats of the Southerners, there is not much to surprise them.

But the ship belonged to the elves - it was the second time that the elven ship had visited the city hundreds of years since it was founded.

Many people still remember the beautiful little boat more than ten years ago, and the blonde shawl and gentle smile on board. He had only been in the city of Visa for a short day, but he had left behind a number of half-truths and half-truths, and even a descendant or two—Tess's face turned pale when she heard this, and finally she squirted out the beer in her mouth, and slammed her head into the table and laughed to death.

She could still laugh like that, and Nalya was so relieved.

Thanks to Mrs. Tossinger, they were able to live in the riverside mansion of Quilin Ayir, lord of Visa. Quiet, spacious and well guarded. And when you open the window, you can see the elven ship quietly moored in the harbor.

The ship was much larger than that of Norway and Rosa's father, Lauren, but it was still light and elegant. Both ends of the boat are raised high, and the bow of the boat is carved with a bust of an elven girl wearing a flower crown and playing the harp, and the hull has a continuous pattern, like a coiled branch and leaf.

Seyana was sure that the ship was enchanted, otherwise it would have been an elven ship. Nor can I go up the river so unscathed and come to Visa, with ice in the river.

There is only one elf guarding the ship. Occasionally, it appears on the deck, walking back and forth like a patrolling guard, but never getting off the ship. Ever since a few curious and daring sailors had snuck aboard the ship in the middle of the night, they had been thrown into the water with bruised noses and swollen faces before they could reach the edge of the cabin. No one dared to harass him anymore.

"I dare say. Even if he were an elf, I could sneak up to his bedside and cut off his hair and not be noticed!" Tess lay by the window, staring straight at the ship, itching.

"Oh, of course I do. Naria reached out and brushed the girl's unintentional red hair, "But you know. Norway wouldn't like that. ”

"He left me!" said Tess without looking back, gritting her teeth. "He threw me down and knocked me out!!Why should I care if he is happy or not!"

Naria smiled and said nothing.

It didn't take long for Tess to deflate herself, and she continued to lie on the windowsill in a daze, not taking her eyes off the ship for a moment.

According to the information received by Allen, Norway and the elves who had escorted him would return to the city of Visa tomorrow at the latest, and sail south to the forests of Grivar to be questioned and judged...... Or worse.

After Tap's sneak attack, the elves were on their guard, and with Fili's uncaring "stalking" even if he was discovered, they at least didn't have to worry about Novi dying at the hands of the Shadow Dancer. And now, they have enough leverage to ensure that Norway will not be harmed by some inexplicable reason even if he returns to Grivar.

Thinking of their biggest "bargaining chip", Naria always has a sense of unreality, as well as a stomach full of helplessness.

Ed and Iss fell out.

She really wanted to grab the ears of those two guys and yell in their ears, "Are you all fucking three-year-olds?!!"

Judging by the twitching muscles in Alan's face, he wanted to do it more than she did. But alas, they found out that he had somehow slipped into the temple and had a big fight with Ed after Iss turned back into an ice dragon and flew back to Fort Klither from the Temple of Collins.

The reason for the quarrel is vague and unknown, but it must have something to do with his current status.

"Sage"......

Who would have thought that "that" Ed Singall, who had been foolishly unable to do anything when they set out on a journey to find Is, would actually hold the Staff of Eternity and become the sage of the water god Nior, and even Sean Flace would have to listen to him--Naria was stunned and couldn't close her mouth for a long time, and even Tess was rarely stunned for a moment.

But when you think about it, there doesn't seem to be much of a surprise. From the moment Ed got a revelation in a dream and found the little crystal ball, everything may have been predestined.

Although it was a little awkward, Naria was not unacceptable. As for Is...... When they solved Norvi's troubles, it wasn't too late for her to go back and comfort the ice dragon who didn't know why he was angry.

At the very least, he was still in Krisses, looking after the sick Valla...... She really didn't think that the argument could be serious.

"Norvi!"

Tess's sudden upward tone pulled Naria's thoughts back, and the red-haired girl had already jumped up, turned and rushed out.

Naria hurriedly glanced out the window, and saw the boat moving slowly, approaching the dock, and on the bank of the river, even if she couldn't see the elves, she could tell where they were from the curious crowd that was gathering together.

She reached out to grab Tess, but she was empty, but Akan outside the door was still faithfully doing his duty—he was tightly barricaded at the door, blocking Tess's way out.

"Bad Akan!" Tess screamed in exasperation, slamming Akan's sturdy chest without any lethal force, "Little Mo!

Xiao Mo scratched his ass on Akan's shoulder and looked down at her innocently.

Naria pulled the red-haired girl away with a smile and sighed helplessly, "I promised my father, Tess...... I promise you won't mess around, so he will let you come to Visa and see Norvi for the first time - or do you prefer to be locked up in the Temple of Collins?"

Tess pursed her lips, knowing that she couldn't get out, so she rushed back to the window, half of her body poked out, and looked in the direction in which the elves appeared.

"Don't worry, Tess. Naria hugged her from behind, rubbing her chin against the top of her head, and whispered softly, "You've got to trust Alan, and Ed, that guy." To him, Norvi was a very, very, very important friend - the only antidote to his elven poisoning, and even if he was a good-for-nothing fool, he would desperately try to save Norvi. Not to mention, this is almost his territory now. ”

There was an involuntary pride in her tone.

Although the strange description of "antidote" made Tess roll her eyes, a smile finally appeared on her lips.

Lance stood on the dock, watching with some apprehension as their ship slowly approached. He was fed up with the long journeys, the cold of spring, the curious gazes, the paladin who followed them with a big grin, the "mission" to protect him with fear...... Fed up with the anxiety of not knowing anything about the truth but only obeying orders.

He just wanted to get on the boat as soon as possible, get away from it all, and get back to the shade of Grivar.

The world was no longer for elves—he realized it with a sense of panic and uneasiness.

This world no longer belongs to elves.

Norway stood calmly beside him, not showing the slightest discomfort in the pointing and almost noisy "whispering" of the crowd around him. He is far more forgiving than the other elves, and is better at patience and understanding...... But after all, he is still an elf who will be regarded as an alien by humans.

- An elf who is considered alien by both elves and humans.

Lance didn't know whether he should show admiration or sympathy for Norvi.

But at least, the number of friends of Novi is indeed enviable. In addition to the Ice Dragon Is, the Paladin, and a certain mage who drove a flock of crows after them, there were even a few Silver Fang Dwarves on the border of Anktann who came to rescue "Prince Mork's elven friends".

Norway smiled bitterly and persuaded the dwarves back, but he couldn't shake off the paladins and ravens. Lance inexplicably felt that it was absolutely impossible for them to get on the boat and go home so smoothly......

"Please stay, adults!" a young voice confirmed his hunch.

Lance turned his head wordlessly and watched as a knight in full-body armor parted the crowd and walked towards them, the emblem of Nior, the god of water, clearly visible on his chest.

“...... Eric?"

When he took off his helmet, Norway was surprised to call out the paladin's name.

The young paladin nodded slightly, smiling a little shyly.

"If you guys have anything to say, it's best as soon as possible. Lance urged coldly. He hated being so rude...... But he wouldn't want to stay here any longer.

"No, sir. Eric turned to him and said respectfully, "I'm here for you." ”

Lance raised his eyebrows in surprise as the paladin took a letter from the bag around his waist and brought it to him with both hands.

The elf hesitated for a moment before taking the letter, opened it casually, and read it at a glance.

Then it's a second pass.

As if unable to believe his eyes, he silently handed the letter to Linde behind him.

After all the elves except Norway had circulated the letter, even the two sword dancers were slightly at a loss. They exchanged glances, and finally, Linde whispered, "I don't think we can refuse." ”

Lance smiled wryly and nodded, hesitated slightly, and stuffed the letter to Norvi, who couldn't hide his curiosity.

"How many other amazing friends do you have?" he asked softly, with a hint of envy in his frustration...... or jealousy.

Norway read the letter with the same consternation, and only after a while did he look up and reply blankly, "...... I don't know. ”.

(To be continued......)