"Presbyterian assembly members" has always been an extremely lengthy process.

The ritual that has been passed down for thousands of years is sacred but lengthy. The order in which the elders appear varies from convention to power and ability over time, to changes depending on the initiator and purpose of the meeting. In short, from the time the emissary of the lantern walked from the Tower of Silence to the elders' dwellings, to the time when they had to appear, it was long enough for Ed to sleep at all.

This is the Elven King's thoughtful advice. In the past he would have received the news and would go at once, at least superficially and respectfully for half a day or half a night without complaint, but now he would rather take that long and pointless time, which merely satisfied the vanity of the elders, to do something more useful.

And Ed really went to sleep - he felt that he had to be mentally fit to face the old men who were absolutely difficult to deal with...... Although he felt that he was unlikely to fall asleep.

But he fell asleep. When he woke him up, the Elf King couldn't help but laugh as he looked at the half-dry saliva marks on the corners of the young man's mouth.

"I thought you were a little nervous. He said.

"It's a little bit......" Ed wiped his face wryly.

He had heard the name of the Presbyterian Church for a long time, and the two elders he had seen were stranger than the other, whether it was Fairy, who spoke unpleasantly and could show unacceptable kindness, or Helinor Driftfire, who was paranoid and arrogant, he would not want to deal with - and these two were said to be the more "approachable" among the elders. It is conceivable that in front of those elves who have lived hundreds or thousands of years old, a young man in his early twenties like him, no matter what name he has, is probably only despised.

But there will be kings of two races around him...... There are also two dragons.

In short, he's confident – no wonder he sleeps.

And by the time he slept on all fours, Payne had figured out the elders' true purpose.

"Nominally, it's to receive the King of the Dwarves from afar, and to solve the problem of that rift, and give him an account. "Actually, it's for Nana." ”

They hadn't hidden anything when they went to the Dragonthorn Glade—they couldn't hide it, but after the news reached the elders' ears, they had made a decision so quickly, which was a bit of a surprise to Payne.

Nana is special, but it's still so small...... What can it affect?

The boot that Ed had just lifted almost fell back to the ground.

“...... Does Iss know?" he asked.

It wasn't that they hadn't thought of it. Isis looked very calm when he followed Faranti, and it seemed that he had a way to deal with it, so he didn't worry too much, but when he heard the exact news, his hands still shook involuntarily. After all, what they had guessed was that the elders would want to take the opportunity to see what was so special about Nana, rather than so solemnly targeting it.

Payne didn't answer directly.

He laughed, a little sarcastic and sad: "Don't worry, I suspect that Nana's appearance probably corresponds to some prophecy, but I have a way to make them dare not do anything bad." They are always very cautious...... There are too many things they dare not break, and with this in mind, they are actually nothing to be afraid of. And, I have a hunch. If they really want to do something to Nana...... It will only be them who will regret it. ”

Ed slammed his boots on and cracked his mouth a little smugly: "I think so too!"

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The ceremony of inviting the "guests" is actually quite grand. As they set off, all kinds of tricks staggered in front of them, and in an instant they were perfectly neatly arranged in the queues on both sides, and Ed's eyes lit up - useless is really useless, but good looking is really good, and for the latter point, he can fully accept the former point.

What made him even more reassuring was that there was one more "guest".

At his lap, the white leopard, which had never returned again, walked leisurely, unhurriedly. And on its back, Nana, who was addicted to fluttering in the fluff, screamed happily, and tried to catch the black and white, dangling tail, and even grabbed and threw it back every time she fell from the white leopard, which seemed to be a game by it.

Although it was a bit of a disruption to the atmosphere, no one said anything. After all, what can you do with a baby?

From time to time, Ed looked down at them, and the smile on his lips couldn't be suppressed at all, and he didn't want to suppress it.

Then he suddenly remembered that the roar of the white leopard had briefly suppressed the little strange creature when he first faced the Scythe of Light under the great oak tree of the Silver Leaf Elf...... But if the Scythe of Light was born from the bones of Xingyi, why would he be afraid of a white leopard who might be related to one god, but so fond of him with the blood of another god?

...... Xingyi's relationship with the gods who created this world with her is probably quite complicated.

But at least, Nana likes Xiaobai - Is's plan to "let leopards raise dragons" may really come true.

The thoughts in his mind were mixed with thoughts, and when the silent tower in the glade appeared before him, it receded like a tide, leaving a silence with sorrow and regret.

The holy white pagoda still looked like a hazy light pointing to the sky, and like a towering tree that had withered and had only its branches left. Ed didn't know if he could see the faint, entangled black fog and the scarred cracks in the towers if he had looked with his other eyes.

It's like the pride that sustains the elves...... No one knows how long it will last.

The council chamber is at the highest point of the Silent Tower, the closest place to the gods, which is a sign of yearning and awe, and also means that everything that is done here is under the gaze of the gods, and there can be no hidden malice, no selfishness...... However, when you think of the secret hidden at the bottom of the tower, such a deliberate attempt seems extremely ironic.

When they stepped into it, they were still unconsciously shocked - the walls were extremely low, the transparent dome shrouded the circular hall, and the condensed starlight made this rarely decorated pure white space not dim, but they could clearly see the infinite starry sky, which was indeed indescribably solemn and sacred.

But in addition to the shock, there is also more or less unhappiness. On the high platform in the ring, there were already seven elders sitting upright, and they could only look up at their "guests" under the high platform, but they felt more like prisoners waiting for trial.

Especially when the entrance to this place disappeared behind them, and there was no "welcome" in the stagnant air, Iss had already sneered and raised his eyes, judging how to smash the flashy dome on his head, and the first to open his mouth was the white leopard.