As night fell, the meaning of the name "Foggy Moon Court" was truly revealed in front of the black-haired wizard's eyes.

When the tide recedes, the calm sea is filled with tumbling droplets and waves, and the silver moon hangs in the sky and the clouds disperse at midnight is a quiet and clear shadow.

The light water vapor in the daytime only evaporates at night, turning into a thin veil close to the girl's body, penetrating but not revealing, and the mist condenses but does not disperse, carrying the fragrance of flowers and leaves in the secluded forest, and is also shrouded in the air of the Foggy Moon Garden.

There is not a single torch to be found in the Misty Moon Garden, surrounded by treehouses, but almost every "street" is separated by a tree that is congregnated with fireflies, and the faint light is like a star, which adorns this "tulle" with brilliant pearls.

The faint wind and waves swirled the fragrance of flowers among the beads, and the cloudless night reflected the bright moon pouring silver.

This is what can be seen in any town, fortress or country, without the need to outline the thrush and rouge, just like the beauty of nature.

It's suffocating.

Looking at the abyss-like shore in the distance, which was deep in the middle of the night, the black-haired wizard felt the tranquility of the moment, and then slowly turned his gaze to the cloud crown tree in the center of the settlement.

Early tomorrow morning, Lukka will report the situation of the Imperial Mission to the elven elders gathered in the Misty Moon Court from all sides of the Ancient Wood Forest.

The fastest journey from the Morning Star Forest to the Misty Moon Court was four days, which meant that he had four days to gather information, understand the truth behind everything, and find out what made the Ancient Wood Forest Elves so united.

Luca's words made it clear that the elves of the Morning Star Forest—or at least some of them—were unhappy with the current state of affairs.

If you can't stop it, the flames of war will surely ignite in this ancient forest... Whoever it was, he had gathered the spirits of the entire Ancient Wood Forest for some important purpose.

And the elves located in the west, the only direction of attack is the east.

Sighing softly, Loren jumped off the branches of the treehouse and strolled through the "streets" of the Misty Moon Court.

There wasn't much to hear, and barely a human figure could be seen—except for the cloud-canopy tree in the center and some dense forests on the outskirts, there weren't even night guards in the settlement.

In such a large settlement, the security is lax.

Yes, this is already the end of the ancient wood forest, except for the beasts and elves in the forest themselves, there is no possibility of "outsiders" appearing, and there is no need for extra precautions, and they may not even think of the need for night patrols.

But it was just convenient for oneself.

The cold moonlight slanted at the exit of the alley, and the black-haired wizard leaning against the wall lurked silently in the shadows, took a deep breath, and slowly closed his eyes.

High-level spells, spiritual vision.

The transparent and invisible ripples, like droplets of water dripping into the ancient well, spread to the entire Misty Moon Court with him as the center.

After three years of training, this spell is as proficient as eating and drinking for a black-haired wizard.

The most important thing is to have Mentor Dalton, who is constantly helping to improve - while maintaining the original level as much as possible, while minimizing the escape residue of the power of the void.

Not only was it to ease the load of the spell itself, but also because unlike the Witchers and Night's Watch, the enemies they faced were almost always monsters corrupted by the Void, and too strong a Void reaction would be indistinguishable from an open fire in their eyes.

Two war dancers with spears walked through the alley, chatting and laughing from time to time;

In the treehouse behind the wall, an elf mother is soothing her newly asleep child, next to her husband, who has been busy all day at sea, and who will be busy tomorrow, he is so tired that he has already fallen asleep;

On the cloud canopy tree, the elven warrior guarding the settlement did not move, and his free left hand kept stroking the oak pendant around his neck, and his eyes showed a hint of doting;

Everything is visible and audible.

The Foggy Moon Garden, which was originally as beautiful as a picture scroll, instantly came to life.

The elves of the Ancient Wood Forest, do they really understand what they are going to do next?

Faintly recalling what Lukka had said when he came, the black-haired wizard couldn't help but shake his head.

In the next second, when the two war dancers turned around and walked into the alley, his figure had disappeared into the alley.

In the dim moonlight, the black-haired wizard leaped along the branches - the elven settlements were never short of trees and treehouses, large and small, and the treetops and branches were like a natural staircase.

In this way, he quickly crossed most of the Misty Moon Court and approached the cloud crown tree in the center.

As the distance decreased, the number of war dancers patrolling around finally began to increase;

The black-haired wizard with a blank face continued to slow down, one step at a time, his eyes closed and focused, relying on his spiritual vision to guide him.

It's not like "seeing" or "hearing", it's purely "feeling".

Walk through alleys, stroll through streets, step over eaves... None of the elven war dancers noticed the figure of the black-haired wizard.

Because they didn't see at all and didn't hear.

It's like a living "pantomime", and the elves of the Foggy Moon Court who "cooperate tacitly" with the black-haired wizard pass him again and again, and they are even only two or three steps away at the nearest time.

But through a tree wall, they didn't know it.

It wasn't until he got close to the canopy that the black-haired wizard stopped.

A war dancer at the front blocked the only entrance.

The wardancer with a vigilant expression seemed to faintly feel something, and his eyes were fixed on the alley in front of him from beginning to end, not squinting.

Loren, who was hiding in the alley, did not change his face, his curled body remained motionless, and his figure fit perfectly with the shadow reflected in the branches above his head.

Half a minute later, the dancer shook his head and headed for another alley.

The black-haired wizard remained unmoved.

Really... In just a dozen seconds, the war dancer with the handle had already turned around and returned, looking at it intently like a hunter smelling his prey.

After another full minute, the wardancer, who had finally reassured himself, hesitated for a moment before leaving with another wardancer returning from patrolling the alley.

Really... No matter how lax you are, you will still be absolutely vigilant in the most critical areas of the settlement, and there are not one but two guards in each entrance direction, one patrolling and one watching, alternating to ensure that there are no blind spots that cannot be seen.

But with the blessing of the "Spiritual Vision", their every move is under Loren's watchful eye, and if they move carefully, they can avoid their line of sight.

Loren, who walked out of the alley, walked into the cloud canopy tree in a grand manner, like a passerby strolling at night.

Climbing gently up the treetops, the black-haired wizard's mind echoed Luca's words before.

“... Although the habits are different, the Misty Moon Garden, like the Morning Star Forest, has a longhouse at the top of the Cloud Canopy Tree where the elders talk, and the second Fallen Tree House after it is the place where the guests rest and settle down......

“... The 'Azorean elf' you call it, whether he is or not, or whether he likes it or not, must be there......"

“... Whatever you're hoping to find, it should be where you want to go, and if it goes well, maybe you can really solve what you see as an almost inevitable war......"

Exhaling slowly, Loren, frowning slightly, came to the door of the treehouse.

Through the gap between the door leaf and the edge of the door, you can see the layout inside.

The room was small, but delicate and not empty, with a landscape painted on oak panels on the wall facing the door, decorated with flowers and plants on either side, several clay vases, the floor not of mud or tree trunks, but of well-trimmed planks, and a long-extinguished lampstand resting on a small coffee table beside the bed.

Other than that, there's nothing superfluous.

On the bed, a thin, long figure lay on its side, exposing its back to the black-haired wizard, faintly audible snoring.

He slept peacefully.

Loren, who raised his eyebrows, gently pressed the "bright silver" behind his waist.

That's right, the other party is asleep now—even if he is pretending to be asleep and wary, Loren is sure enough to penetrate his chest the moment he gets up.

It's not difficult at all to have mental arithmetic or not.

As long as you kill him yourself, all things, contradictions and strife will come to naught - the Imperial Mission is far away in the Morning Star Forest, and the elves of the Misty Moon Court will not know who did it, and even if conflicts break out, the spearhead will only be pointed at each other, not the Empire.

And no matter what the Kingdom of the Azores, far away on the other side of the Misty Sea, is planning, it will take at least a year to come and go.

His death can buy at least a year for the empire and for himself.

The only one who knows the truth is Morning Star Forest... Or rather, Lukka was alone, and for the sake of the safety of the Morning Star Forest and the entire Eastern Forest, he would never say anything.

Or, rather, that's exactly what he expected.

The death of the Azorean elves would give him a chance to change the ideas and ideas of the united Oldwood Forest, and the Wardancer who has been battling the Great Tree Wall against the invading ogres for many years must have his goal to retake the settlements of the Eternal Night Forest in the south, rather than to provoke a war with the Empire against the Deep Wood.

Killing him won't solve the problem, but it will at least temporarily eliminate the problem for a year.

In one year, in the current form of the empire, the dispute between Brandon and Conod will not take more than a year.

At that time, Brandon will control the political core of the Heavenly Dome Palace, and he and he will be able to complete the reform in a big way, suppress the arrogance of the Holy Cross Church, and concentrate all their forces to prepare for the invasion of the Azorean Kingdom, as well as the next plan of the "Black Cross" Serol.

That's right, just kill him.

Just kill him......

"Hoo ————!"

With a long sigh, the black-haired wizard frowned slightly, his eyes a little complicated.

Holding the left hand of "Bright Silver" tightly, he slowly released it.

It's not that I give up, but I still have too little information.

“... If you can't make decisions based on your own will, can't independently judge the right and wrong of something, and can't find the most favorable choice for your position... That can only be said that my apprentice is a failure......"

Mentor Dalton's words were still in my ears.

The person who is now is no longer the same person as he used to be, and what he has to do is no longer limited to completing a task or destroying the situation by violent means.

It's about getting to the bottom of the story, not blindly completing the task... Because of himself, he is no longer someone's pawn.

No more use by Eckhart II, no more use by anyone... Instead, use your own eyes to discern and find the most beneficial choice for yourself and those behind you.

Until the truth is thoroughly clarified, this elf... Must be alive.

Loren, who had made his decision, slowly got up and walked cautiously in the direction of the treetops of the cloudcrown tree.

However, at the very moment when he was about to leave the treehouse......

"It's all here, it's so late, where are you going?"

Handstand——!

Leisurely, with a bit of lazy words in the ears of the black-haired wizard, but like a voice from hell!

Behind the door... It's the elf.

He's awake all the time?!

Was his actions noticed by him, or did Luca lie and deliberately lure himself into the trap?!

For the first half second, countless possibilities flashed through the black-haired wizard's mind.

In the second half second, he turned around quietly and pushed open the door with an expressionless face.

The cold moonlight poured in from the window, and I could vaguely see the "Azorean elf" sitting lazily on the bed, looking at himself calmly.

On the right-hand side, lying quietly is an Azorean long knife.

He didn't look very old, at most about Luca, his dark brown hair was tied in a ponytail, and he wore a narrow black robe with long sleeves, which made his already slightly thin figure even more erect.

"I have always had the habit of going to bed late, tossing and turning, and it is difficult to sleep. As if he was explaining to Loren, the other party said softly: "What's more, the midsummer moon in the Fog Moon Court is not a beautiful scenery that can be seen at any time. ”

"Then this unknown gentleman, who is obviously not an elf, is still disguised; Is there such a breathtaking view of a midsummer night in your hometown?"

Dead silence, indescribable dead silence.

In the inexplicable silence, the two people inside and outside the house looked at each other silently.

It wasn't until the black-haired wizard walked into the room and sat down gently in front of the bed of the "Azorean elf" that the silence was broken.

"Nope. ”

"Then you might as well accompany me to admire the moon - this annual midsummer moon is only complete tonight. A happy smile appeared on the face of the Azorean elf: "Oh, I almost forgot, my name is Middle, Middlel Lei... Ah, just call me Middel. ”

"So, Lord Middel. Loren coughed lightly, cleared his throat, and hesitated for a moment before speaking:

"You are... Crossing the Misty Sea, from the Eagle King's court, have you come here?"

"What about you?"

The smiling Middell slowly spoke, looking up at the cold moon in the sky, and the cold silver light sprinkled on his face:

"Are you an assassin who has come to kill me on the orders of the Emperor of the Sakran Empire?"