The Xiyue Forest is extremely vast, and under the nurture of the Tree of Life, every life in the forest has been infinitely nourished.

The Tree of Life is extremely tall, and the Elves built their buildings on the branches of the Tree of Life. "Exquisite" and "elegant" are not only descriptions of the elves, but also a summary of where the elves live.

The elven guards who stood guard high on the Tree of Life, with their excellent eyesight, saw Eramos and Butos in the distance, riding griffons.

For the sake of order, the guards must report the matter. However, as soon as the guard who was about to report the news turned around, he saw the incomparably noble Elven King, Filas Siyue.

Filas only said lightly to the guards, "That's a rare noble among the human race. ”

After hearing this, the guards straightened their armor, gripped their spears, and prepared to receive Eramus with the highest courtesy of the elves.

The sturdy griffin approached the Elven Tree calmly, the air currents of its massive wings blowing up every leaf around it.

Eramus laughed and threw himself down from the griffin: "Hahaha! Venerable Filasr, please forgive old Eramus for being uninvited!"

When the elven guards saw Eramus, they all laid down their weapons and saluted Ilamos.

Filas only smiled slightly, and said lightly, "The Western Moon Forest has always welcomed wise men. ”

After saluting each other, Eramus took Butos off the griffin's body, and the white-feathered owl Bitrice flew slowly with his little master, Butos.

Filas looked at little Butos carefully with his turquoise eyes: "He's no ordinary child. ”

Eramus smiled: "Of course, ordinary children don't come here. ”

Filas chuckled softly, "Please come with me, two friends." Oh, and this cute guy. ”

Beatrice the owl giggled.

Eramus followed with a smile on his face, but when he took two steps, he noticed that little Butos was stunned.

Eramos kindly asked, "What's the matter?"

Butos replied in a daze: "He...... He calls me a friend?"

"Hahahaha!" Ilamós pulled past Butos and followed in Filasr's footsteps, "That's out of respect and affection for you, elves are not like this for every human. ”

The white-feathered owl Bitrice seemed to be a little unfamiliar with the environment, so he landed on Butos's shoulder very honestly.

"It's so beautiful, it's even more beautiful than I ever imagined!" said Butos.

Butos watched Filasr's back from behind, he had never seen such a beautiful back. The long emerald green hair is like a waterfall, the delicate headdress is shining, the slender and well-proportioned figure, and the posture of every step...... Oh my God!

It was hard for Butos to imagine the beauty of an elven male, and it was estimated that even the most beautiful woman in the human race could not compare to Filasr's countenance.

At the staircase of the palace, Eramus suddenly called out to Filasr: "Venerable Elven King - Filasr!

Filas looked back and smiled, "Excellent memory, Eramus. The palace is up there, but I want you to come with me first. ”

Eramos's brow furrowed slightly, he suddenly expected something.

Eramus muttered, "Oh...... This...... It's so embarrassing......"

Butos didn't seem to hear Eramus's whispers, and at this moment Butos's attention was all on every magical and beautiful place around him.

Filas led Eramus and Butos down the stairs.

It was a spiral staircase, and with each step Filasr stepped on, one of the steps lit up and accompanied by the sound of a recorder.

Beautiful music slowly came out from the feet of the three of them. Butos had never heard such a moving melody.

Finally, Filas led the two to the bottom of the stairs.

There weren't any rooms there, just a spring gushing upward.

Filasr's right hand reached out towards the spring, and when his fingers were about to touch the water, Filasr's hand shimmered with turquoise, and then a delicate cup appeared in Filasr's hand.

Eramus was a little flustered: "Venerable Elven King, you are ......"

Filasr tugged at the sleeve of his luxurious coat as he filled the cup.

"Honor, the most noble wise man of mankind. Filasr passed the cup full of spring water to Eramus and smiled at him.

"Oh, no, no......" Eramus's face flushed slightly, "It's the 'Fountain of Elves', I can't drink it." ”

Filasr commanded in a very elegant tone, "You must drink it, Erasmus." I know what you are here for, and I know what you will do if you reject this spring. Folyi di lae’r bux inuku.”

The elegant elven language came out of Filasr's mouth, and the beautiful tone was almost like a song.

Eramos sighed softly, then slowly took the cup of water and said the same: "Folyi di lae'r bux inuku."

Eramus slowly drank the spring water, and as he drank the miraculous water, the wrinkles on his face and the spots on his hands gradually faded......

Butos said softly, "Libutvlisass antile'a Diulibulashey."

Filas was a little surprised: "You actually know this?"

Butos was a little nervous, this was the first time he had spoken to the elves: "What you want the most will be the first to lose...... That's what it means, right?"

A faint melancholy quietly flowed between Filas's brows: "That's right, kid. ”

Filas leaned down and patted Butos on the shoulder, but at that moment, the elf's excellent perception allowed Filas to discover something unusual about Butos.

"There's something very special about you. "Filas was in a trance, he was a little surprised that something special would appear on Butos's body.

Butos was not very surprised, after all, the "Tears of the Shark" is indeed very special.

Butos took out the "Tears of the Shark": "Is this it?"

Filas said softly, "Oh no, it's not this, although it's also precious. I'm talking about a leaf that is always green. ”

Butos was a little stunned, and he slowly took the leaf out of his pocket.

It was given to him by a mysterious old man at the entrance of the village, and he had carried it with him so much that he almost forgot that it existed.

Filasr's gaze lingered on the leaf: "This must be another reason why you are here, although no one drives and no one knows, but child, you have a destined fate with the elves. ”

Butos's face was a little red, and he was nervous for a moment not knowing what to say.

As he walked up the stairs, Filasr said to Butos, "Put it away, child, it will be of great importance to you." ”

Butos was a little dazed, but more of a joy.

At this moment, Eramus slowly approached Butos and handed the cup to Butos.

Butos took the cup and found that there was still a little "Elven Spring" left in it.

At this time, Filasr slowly turned his head and smiled at Eramus: "I will wait for you in the palace." ”

Then, the sound of graceful footsteps and recorders sounded briskly.

Butos was holding the "Fountain of the Elves" with some doubts: "Eramos, this ......"

Eramus smiled and replied, "Venerable Filas did not stop me, that is, he agreed to my approach. Little Butos, as long as you drink it, you can really grow to the age of twenty. ”

"Really?"

"Ah...... Yes," Eramus suddenly said solemnly, "this is not magic, if you drink him, you will really become a twenty-year-old boy, not like this, with the mind of a teenager, but the body of a child." ”

"Of course...... Iracos added, "if you drink it, you will never be able to change back to little Butos." ”

Butos hesitated, he looked at Eramus's face, and he clearly felt that Eramus's vitality had become incomparably stronger after drinking the "Spirit Spring......

In Butos, there is still an important mission, and the body of a six- or seven-year-old child cannot take on the big responsibility.

Butos finally decided to drink the "Elven Spring", but just as he raised his cup to drink the remaining bit of spring water from the cup, a strange light suddenly appeared next to the spring.

Butos and Eramus looked towards the light, but when the light faded, old Erasmus patted his forehead with a wry smile: "Oh, this naughty owl!"

The white-feathered owl Bitrice quietly licked the "Fountain of Elves" when everyone was not paying attention just now, and now in front of Butos and Eramus was a Bitrice the size of a griffin.