After nightfall, an oil lamp was lit in the treehouse, and Tassi, the captain of the elf guard, sat at the table with her head propped up, looking through the window at the figures coming and going outside, with a look of envy in her eyes.

After the character appeared, there was an extra person in the room out of thin air, and the female elf's ears trembled, and she immediately turned around with a happy face, muttering something.

Charles listened for a while and realized that he didn't understand half a word, so he couldn't help but pat his head.

There is a time limit before the [Clever Words Technique] is not constant, and when the state of magic disappears, he naturally can't understand what the female elf is saying. Tomorrow morning, the magic position will be renewed, Charles scratched his head, stretched out his hands to Tasi, and said, "I don't understand. ”

At this time, the female elf also realized the language problem. The two stared at each other, and the atmosphere was a little delicate.

Knock knock.

There was a knock on the door just in time, and it was supposed to be the white-bearded patriarch who was outside the door and said, "Pastor Charles, the celebration has begun. The people want to meet you, after all, you killed that monster and freed the Mist Tribe from the nightmare. ”

It doesn't matter if he doesn't understand, Charles can roughly deduce that the elven patriarch is inviting him. Opening the door, he nodded to the old elf who was waiting outside the door, and the three of them, including Tassi, walked towards the tribal lawn.

It was only an afternoon before the sad atmosphere in the tribe dissipated. The deceased are gone, and the living should be optimistic to live, and the wood elves who survive and thrive in the dangerous forest can understand this sentence better.

Wood Elves are also elves, but unlike the Sun Elves and Moon Elves, Wood Elves are more passionate and laugh a lot. Blindly weeping in rage or sorrow. Impulsive. Casual or not. In short, the Wood Elves leave a strange impression on people, and many adventurers are very reluctant to provoke such strange elves.

The party was full of singing and dancing, and although Charles couldn't understand what the elves were chanting, he still held a wooden cup and stared at the graceful silhouette of the female elves dancing for a while.

Tacy sat beside him, pointing from time to time to a few beautiful elves, introducing them to the priest as if she were familiar.

Charles, on the other hand, treats the elves as air, thinking about things on their own.

"You can't communicate without skill...... Charles thought to himself. Eldraine and Cathy won't be there for long, it's the third day, maybe tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, the end of the Comanso trip. ”

"But since you have entered the Yaling Secret Realm, you don't dig up some treasures left by your predecessors and go out empty-handed, I'm so sorry for such an opportunity, right?"

To trigger the plot, communication must be made, and Charles listened to some familiar elven dialects in his ears, racking his brains to think about how to keep the state of [Clever Words] constant.

The prerequisite for the constant spell is to master the super magic specialty of [Spell Delay].

The last specialty of [Spell Delay] is [Spell Constant]. Literally, it's constant, and the spell state doesn't dissipate automatically. But in reality, it was only delayed to 24 hours.

However, there are no ways to perpetuate a spell state, such as through Wish, and Limited Wish is the most convenient. The Five Rings can also make certain spell states permanent, and Charles feels that if he has time, he will definitely have to raid a few metropolises that have opened portals to see if he can buy the [Magic Constant] scroll.

At the celebration, the wood elves, men and women, young and old, were very enthusiastic, Charles sat quietly, and came over one night to receive a lot of special gifts, what brightly colored fruits, smooth animal furs, and even some bold elf girls came to ask for hugs, but they were all blocked by Tassi.

Return to the treehouse where you live.

The old patriarch of the wood elves followed in, placed a quaint, lacquered wooden box on the table, and said, "This is the respect of the Mist Tribe. ”

Charles pointed to himself and then to the box, and when the old elf nodded, he curiously opened the box and picked up a book.

"Skill book?"

"Vice-job skill book?"

“…… Or is it a genre martial arts book? ”

Turning the book in anticipation, Charles's face became darker and darker as the pages were turned.

I don't understand!

He couldn't read the words on it at all, and could only roughly tell from the word formation that the words were ancient elven scripts.

"[Reading Magic] (Zero Ring)!" After a pause, Charles took out the emblem and placed the book on the table to throw away the spell, but then the retina appeared with a hint that the spell had failed.

"[Fluent in Language] (One Ring)!"

Undeterred, Charles cleared the hint and proceeded to throw the next spell.

Bite.

With the crisp sound, Charles's eyes bloomed with surprise, and he hurriedly grabbed the book and turned the pages, but after looking at it for a while, his face was difficult to look at.

In terms of effect, the first ring [Fluent Language] seems to be similar to the fourth ring's [Clever Speech], but after using it, the difference is obvious. [Proficient in language] can only translate the literal meaning, and deeper things, such as some professional terms, cannot be translated at all.

It's like machine translation, and the grammar and sorting problems give Charles a headache, but even so, after sinking down and continuing to study the text content on the book, Charles seems to be immersed in a sea of words, unable to extricate himself.

The old elf quietly walked away with Tassi.

The treehouse fell silent, and the flickering oil lamps on the table reflected the shadow of the priest wandering unconsciously in the room.

……

Yaling Secret Realm.

A lost temple deep beneath the half-dimensional world.

"Boom"

Brilliant pillars of purple magical light suddenly erupted from the ground, as if rows of lampposts lit up, completely illuminating the empty palace. The pillars of light shone on the mirror-smooth dome, and then the light diffused and refracted, and the whole palace floated with a trace of purple light.

"One ring, two rings, three rings, four rings, five rings!"

"Is the fifth ring pillar finally lit up......"

Outside the circle, the female scholar Eldraine. Caroline and her Pico spirit Lily stood less than a meter away from the pillar of light, looking up at the magic fountain with a calm expression.

If you look down from a high place, you can find that the palace's ring magic array is actually like an arrow target, and the outermost ring seems to represent the zero ring magic energy, and only a few pillars of magic light are distributed along the ring line.

The pillars of magic light increased from the outside to the inside, and when they reached the fifth ring, which represented the casting level lv20, the densely packed pillars of light almost formed a purple light curtain with no gaps to be found. Looking through this layer of light curtain, the female scholar could see the aristocratic girl sitting in the center of the circle with a quiet expression.

"This secret method, communicating with the fairy wilderness, attracts a large amount of elemental magic energy, forms a magic tide, and bathes yourself in the tide to sublimate your bloodline......"

Female scholar Ai Zhuo. Caroline studied the principle of the secret method on her first day, but at this moment, when she saw the real operation of the secret method, her amber eyes, which were as bright as stars, couldn't help but show amazement and admiration.

That Yaling Ancestor was really amazing.

This circle has been preserved from endless years ago, but there is no fault in the slightest, it is as new as new, otherwise if something goes wrong, Cathy. Carol's bloodline purification ritual wouldn't have gone so smoothly.

"It's a pity that only the natural races that are born close to the fairy wilderness are qualified to sit on the magic circle, and the warlocks of humans, elves, orcs and other races are not as suitable for these energies as the goblin race, and if they mess around, they will only destroy themselves and be swallowed up by the raging magic tide." The female scholar lamented.

As soon as the words fell, Pike's spirit Lily, who had been standing quietly beside her, raised her lovely face, pulled the corner of Eldraine's clothes and asked in a low voice, "Master, has the 'Lost Lock' been found?" ”

"Of course." The corners of Eldze's mouth curled, as if she was in a good mood, and leaned down to rub Lily's delicate little face with her hand, "We can go back to Silvermoon City tomorrow at the latest." (To be continued.) )