"The elves live in the oldest forests. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info Grivar, is their beloved and sacred home. ”

Many of the various stories about elves that Ed heard as a child begin with such a sentence. The elves in the forest and the dwarves in the mines are as natural as the fish in the water and the birds in the sky. Such a view was so ingrained that Ed couldn't react for a while, and could only watch the elven elven elder's thin lips open and close with some blankness:

"Our eternal home is in the land of the birth of the stars. It was the sacred island that the gods had promised to the elves, and even if they were gone, they would always exist for the elves. This world is just a temporary refuge in our long journey, let alone this little forest. Even if it is not reduced to ashes in the flames today, one day, it will come to an end with this decaying world...... It doesn't matter, Ed Singall, and perhaps you can't understand that the elf you call 'friend' is the one who will bring us real destruction. ”

"I do...... Incomprehensible. Eid replied stiffly. In this long, condescending "explanation", he understood one thing - the elves, at least the elves in front of them, did not care what would become of this "doomed" world...... Even if they are still in it.

He had heard of the eternal holy island. Legend has it that there is a white island on the southwest sea, which only the elves can reach, and from the island to the west by boat, until the end of the day, they will fall into the starry sky with the sea, and return to their home among the stars, immortal, carefree.

Whether it was a real promise or just a beautiful legend, Ed didn't care. He just couldn't stand the elf in front of him who rightfully enjoyed the bounty of the fertile land, and at the same time abandoned it as if it were a sloppy one. That has to do with what he knows...... It is too far from what he longed for, the race that cherishes all the good creatures in the world and coexists in harmony with all things in nature.

How much too much fantasy does human beings reflect in this longevity, intelligence, tallness, agility...... And on the beautiful race, you created the elves in your mind?

Even though he knew that Philee didn't represent all the elves, the intense disappointment still left Ed speechless for a long time. He had ever fantasized about getting help from the elves, after all, Lydia...... And the shadow that has been hidden in the deepest depths of darkness, gradually emerging, threatens more than just humans.

Now he could understand that Scott's hesitation was not just because "the elves have their own problems", but because they didn't care about anything other than "their own problems".

So ...... Selfish.

Ed could not find a milder word to describe it.

"I don't need your understanding. If my message is not wrong......"

Perhaps sensing Ed's absent-mindedness, Ferry's voice stopped, her slightly raised brow hiding her dissatisfaction.

“...... You don't know who your elven friend really is, do you?" he asked suddenly.

Ed was silent.

"Unbelievable. The elf lowered his eyes and stared at the amber liquid in the crystal clear glass, as if to hide his contempt, "You have been warned in your dreams, you have heard ancient prophecies, you have heard the cursed ghost call his name before you...... But it still fell on deaf ears. ”

Ed's head was buzzing—not because of the name that was about to come out.

"How do you know?" ...... He almost blurted out.

Of course, he remembered the ominous dream about Novi in the midst of the high fever in the Limestone Castle, and he still couldn't understand the meaning of it, but he remembered the hidden Vault Dweller's tomb in the dark river beneath the Dragon's Wings, the unwilling ghost, and her last sigh:

"Ankeland...... My son......"

Whether it's in the limestone fort or in the river, there are no outsiders around...... Except for Nigel Lowe...... and Lydia, who may have been hiding in the shadows when they fought.

Ed doesn't think that the "unhappy priest" will deal with the elves. He definitely couldn't stand the elves' coquettishness, and the elves couldn't stand his cynicism.

But where did the slate in his hand come from?...... If it weren't for him, the Elven Elder wouldn't have made a deal with a necromancer?...... Although Scott admits that he also made some deals with Lydia. The female mage is unusually well-informed, and Scott thinks it's because she's able to talk to the dead...... Forbidden spells, if it weren't for such a powerful temptation, there wouldn't be so many talented mages, even if they knew that they could only hide in the darkness from now on, they would follow one after another.

The thought of the black-haired, green-eyed, cunning and ubiquitous female mage gave Ed a splitting headache.

No one knew Lydia's exact purpose - she seemed to be just interested in chaos. She has enough strength and ambition to do things without any plan at will, and when you think her soul has been completely frozen, cold enough to be weak or hesitant, she occasionally reveals a suspicious, residual humanity...... For example, she really never really hurt Is.

Therefore, it became very difficult to guess how she would act.

The air froze in a long silence, and Ed suddenly lost the strength to continue the conversation. He didn't know what he could expect from Fairy...... The Elven Elder apparently had a lot of secrets, and if he was willing to trade the whereabouts of "Norvi" in exchange, he could get something useful back - yes, a deal, not the friendly cooperation he was expecting.

But he couldn't trust Fairy. Elven elders are proud, but they are not stupid. Standing on a completely different position, how much can he get in exchange for the limited chips in his hand?

“...... I can name a way to find Novi. "Wherever he is, whether he is under the protection of magic or not, he will be found...... But I can only tell one person...... An elf. ”

He looked up into Fei Rui's dark green eyes, calm and determined, "I want to see the Silver Leaf King." ”

The elf's soft facial features were shrouded in a layer of frost, and he didn't say a word for a long time.

Ed gripped the glass tightly, almost crushing it. He was ready for a verbal argument about the expected refusal, but Ferry suddenly showed a faint smile.

"As you wish. He said.

. (To be continued.) )