Abel Scana.

Monia had heard the name - he was the only one in the kingdom of mountains, the lord of the mountains, Avisky, and the lion, two giants who could control the fate of the kingdom. This is not because of how outstanding his talents and abilities are, nor does it have anything to do with whether he is in a high position, but only because of ...... He is the next master of the throne at the top of the mountains and the first in line to the throne of Gable.

The king's eldest son, Abel.

As the party that welcomes the Elven Mission, the identity and status of the leader are closely related to the importance that the Kingdom attaches to the Mission. Before coming, Monia had already guessed that the greeter would be a big man at the top of Gable's power system, but she didn't expect that it would be the next Lord of the Mountains, Gable's nominal number two.

It was completely unexpected.

"Respected son of the mountains, may the mountains be green and all things will be evergreen." Estamel bowed, then said, "I'm sorry for my rudeness—Your Highness Abel, could you please show us what we agreed to." ”

"Visitors from afar, may the trade winds bring the blessings of the mountains." The young and handsome prince responded, his tone soft and flat, unfazed by the elven swordsman's inquiry, "It's okay, this is a proper invitation, please see-"

He stretched out his hand, his five fingers spread, and the crystal emerald leaf was located in the middle of his palm.

This is...... Leaves of the World Tree.

The mage recognized the credential in the other party's hand, and there was no doubt that it was a token that could not be forged - although even now it could not be ruled out that the convoy that was originally in charge of greeting him was annihilated and disguised by the enemy on the way, but this was more of a necessary vigilance forced not to allow defeat, and if there was a real possibility, it could be said that it was very small.

It's just that no matter how small the possibility is, it's not an excuse to take it lightly.

The leaves of the World Tree are so unique that no elf can distinguish its breath, but just to be on the safe side, Isdamel took the leaf and examined it carefully before confirming: "That's right, it's our token." ”

"Let's talk inside, then." After receiving an affirmative reply from the elven swordsman, His Royal Highness the Prince of Gable bowed slightly, "Please." ”

As his words fell, the guards guarding the side stepped back in unison and lined up.

"Your Highness, please wait a moment," Isdamel did not immediately accept the invitation, not out of suspicion, but ...... "please allow me to apologize for my deception—it is not me who is representing the Elven Forest this time, but our Highness the Princess." It's just that because he didn't confirm the identity of His Royal Highness the prince before, he didn't dare to let her go into danger and look at Haihan. ”

"What a prudent choice," Abel bowed, noncommittal.

"Please wait a moment," Isdamel bowed, then turned her head sideways, "Monia, tired. ”

"I'll go." The mage replied—she knew that she was the only one who was the best fit of all the people here. This is not only because of etiquette problems, but also because except for the elven swordsman who has already entered the upper realm, she is the only one who can guarantee the safety of the elven princess - obviously, even if the leader of the team in the Gordo Canyon has already shown the token, Isdamel does not intend to trust the other party completely.

Of course, if it were her, she wouldn't trust others so easily.

"Who is this?" The mage's departure naturally attracted the attention of Gable's eldest son, who asked with some curiosity, looking at the small figure that was out of step with the atmosphere of the occasion.

"That's the little maid of our princess." Estamir said without blinking her eyes - mage is a fragile profession, and it is not a wise choice to expose it to the eyes of the enemy, let alone as a princess maid, she can reasonably protect the princess.

"Really?" Abel withdrew his gaze, shook his head, and didn't pursue any further questions.

What are you doing here with a maid? Combined with the cautious actions of the elves before, it is not difficult to judge that she can act as a stand-in for the elf princess at the right time - but there is no point in delving into this, since the other party has already confessed to him, it is undoubtedly the wisest choice to leave this matter alone.

Esta Mel didn't know that his unintentional move would make Gable's eldest son think so much, he was just a little worried about how to deal with the mage who would go crazy in the future - the past ten days of getting along made him clearly realize what a small guy was hiding under that small body.

He had no doubt that if he offended her once, she would hold a grudge for decades.

Fortunately, he didn't offend her now...... Right?

As he thought so, his long, thin ears suddenly moved, and then he looked up.

Am I overhearted......? Well, it doesn't matter, it's always coming anyway......

Despite this thought, he still unconsciously raised his vigilance, but unexpectedly, until the figure of the mage and the elf princess reappeared in his field of vision, there was no trouble.

Do you want to catch them all, or is it really an illusion at that time?

The corners of the elven swordsman's mouth slightly outlined an arc, and he didn't think about it anymore, just turned around and saluted the elven girl who arrived: "Your Royal Highness Princess, please." ”

With the visual blind spot created by turning around, he gave Monia a catch-up look.

"It's a pleasure to meet you," Isis stopped slightly in front of Isdamel, nodded her head, and continued on her way, accompanied by the mage—until the end of the orderly queue, in front of Gable's eldest son, she stopped, lifted the hem of her skirt, and bowed, "Your Highness Abel." ”

"Welcome, princess from afar." Abel whispered, his gaze paused for a moment before looking away, "I beg pardon for being rude...... Dare to ask Her Royal Highness the name of the princess. ”

The princess of the elves is indeed as beautiful and moving as rumored, but he is not one of those sons who are intoxicated by the song and dance of the warbler, and he is not so enchanted because of his beauty. The reason why he asked the other party's name was actually very simple - the Elven Forest had been isolated from the outside world for a long time, and there was no channel for a lot of information to flow out, and he could say that he didn't know anything about the news about the elf princess in front of him.

Even the most basic name of the other party is not clear.

"Isis, just call me Isis." The elf girl smiled sweetly, and was very smart not to say her surname-the surname Y-tra Sir, there may not be many people who know, but in the eyes of those who know, what it means is simply self-evident.

"Isis, that's a nice name." Abel simply complimented, then straightened his face and got to the point, "Let's go inside and talk, Your Highness the Princess." ”

"I'm honored," the elven princess lifted her skirt again, "but I have a reluctant request, I am not good at negotiation, and the specific matters still need to be decided by the two elders." ”

"It's nature." Abel had no reason to refuse, just reached out again, "Please." ”

Isis had been trained in the basic etiquette of human society before her mission, and she knew very well that what she had to do at this time was to hold the other person's hand and move forward with her. But limited by the shyness unique to the young girl, she didn't respond at the first time, just stared at His Royal Highness the prince opposite.

Even more embarrassed than her was Abel, who didn't get a response, he barely managed to squeeze out a smile, but his outstretched hand was still frozen in mid-air, not knowing what to do.

I don't know if it was lucky or unlucky, their embarrassment didn't last long, and a roar outside the camp suddenly caught everyone's attention.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack! ”

After a brief silence, the panicked screams of the guards rang out from outside the camp.

Really...... Do you want to catch them all......

The corners of Isdamel's mouth were slightly hooked, and he had been looking forward to the enemy's attack for a long time. Whether it is the Gable Conservative or the Church, the available forces in this area are constant. As long as the fundamental premise of intelligence leakage remains unchanged, sooner or later, they will eventually have to fight the enemy - and it is better to be prepared for a battle than to be attacked by the enemy in a hurry.

The only thing to worry about is ......

The corner of his eye unconsciously swept towards the young nobleman who called himself Abel.

Is he the real thing, or is it a fake?

The gaze of the seasoned elven swordsman was very vague, Abel did not notice it in the slightest, he was only stunned by this sudden change for such a subtle moment, and his reaction was slightly delayed - before he could even give any orders, he was taken away by several knights and protected by the group.

Almost at the same time as the kingdom's guards, there was Monia. Thanks to the experience of surviving on the dark side of Lorentan, the little mage remained quite vigilant from beginning to end - almost when the "enemy attack" was just shouted, she did not hesitate at all, and immediately pulled the elven princess away from the guard team whose identity was not completely clear, and returned to the elven army.

"What's going on......" Isis's reaction was even a beat slower than Abel's, and until this moment he didn't have a clear understanding of the current situation, "Is it an enemy attack?" ”

"The enemy hasn't arrived yet," Esta Mer shook her head, "and it's just creating chaos in advance." ”

As his voice fell, the boulders that several people could hug rolled down from both sides of the hillside, and the rumbling sound hit the eardrums, and for a while the elf princess's ears only had a sonata of the earth and the rolling stones, and during the great time, there were only a few wails and ** annihilated in the melody of the rainbow momentum.

"Be careful!" Just as she was looking around blankly, a voice suddenly shouted—who could it be? She reflexively searched for the owner of the voice, and finally her eyes stayed on the elven swordsman beside her who was looking urgent, only to hear him continue to shout: "Monia, can you break it!" ”

Crushed? What to smash?

She looked at the little mage with some confusion.

"No problem." Even though she couldn't make out her voice, Isis could still make out what she was trying to say in the shape of her mouth—she saw her right hand raised high, and her left hand carved something in the void in front of her chest, and her mouth vibrated with words...... It seems to be saying something, but it is completely incomprehensible and indiscerning.

Later, a flame burned in her hand as if she had a life of her own.

After a slight pause, his chest rose and fell, and he spat out a powerful syllable.

And then - the flames rose, and the red lotus bloomed.

"This is ......" In his black eyes, the reflection of the flames was reflected—Isis stared at the rolling stones that were consumed by the flames, and at the earth with only ashes left, his body trembled involuntarily, and he sighed in a tone that I don't know whether it was excitement or fear, "The power of the mage?" ”

"Mage ......"

Murmuring like a dream, if it weren't for this situation, her infatuated appearance would have caused everyone's worries. But there is no such thing as the world, she quickly realized that she was wrong, and after looking around for a long time, she breathed a long sigh of relief, and then quietly lowered her head, and only raised it again after a long time.

At this time, there was no trace of the earlier gaffe - only in the pair of black pupils, there was "something" burning quietly.

It was a flame—not a flame formed by magic, but a ...... A flame of the heart. ps: There is an old man in the family who has passed away and is now in mourning. Some of this chapter is coded in the car, please forgive me. There may only be one change next week, but I'll do my best. PS2: It's the first mini-plot point.