The sunlight shone through the high canopy, creating bright beams of light between the criss-crossed branches and leaves, and then dappled spots of light on the leaf-covered forest paths, and unknown beasts burst out of the bushes, bringing with them a series of small crumbling sounds.

A short child-like male gray elf with short gray hair emerged from the nearby bushes, dressed in the brown shirt that the inhabitants of the mossy woods often wear, with pockets sewn from thick cloth on his shoulders, and herb-gathering tools hanging from his waist, the light of the forest shining in his gray eyes.

With a slight rustle, several other gray elves also stepped out from behind the nearby bushes or paths, and they gathered in one place to begin to check the day's harvest.

A fellow Grey Elf approached the short-haired man and said, as if inadvertently, "Rupert, I'm moving to the city tomorrow." ”

The short-haired gray elf's eyes widened in surprise: "Why?" ”

"Haven't you heard? The patriarch is calling on the young, able, and new-yearning people to gather in the big cities," explained the partner, "We have a lot of orders for alchemical raw materials with the Cecil Empire, and scholars have built many large medicinal fields and distillation and maturation factories around the city, and the work in the city is much more decent than picking fruit and honey in the forest." ”

“…… I've heard about it, but I'm not going to go. I've lived in the woods for most of my life, and I'm not used to the chaos of the city. ”

"I knew you'd say that," another companion approached from the side and patted the short-haired grey elf on the shoulder, "we'll miss you—come and see you when we're free." ”

"...... Ye also"

"We're all going to try our luck - the patriarch has always been smart, and we've decided to heed her call in case we all have a better life?"

One by one, the companions departed, and at last the short-haired grey elf stood at the junction of the dense forest, and he stood blankly for a moment, and then came to the side of the path, where the dexterous grey elf climbed a boulder, and in this high place, he looked into the distance with a slightly hesitant gaze—

Beyond the dense forest, in the open space at the edge of the forest, a beautiful city stands quietly beside the "Wentini River", which is the royal city "Wind Song" that the gray elves are proud of.

The industrious Grey Elves have been rooted in this mossy forest for thousands of years, and this ancient city has also taken root here with the Grey Elves for thousands of years, and the changes made by the wise Bai Zhi family in the last two centuries have given the city a new glow - the Grey Elves, who were accustomed to being indisputable in the mossy forest, suddenly realized their talents in the field of commerce, and the thriving business of herbs and alchemy rough processing suddenly made Fengge the most important commercial node in the northern part of the Oguray tribal state.

More and more Grey Elves have changed their ancestral habits from the forests to the cities and traveled across the Western Continent via trade routes, changing the perception of the small, fragile race of the Grey Elves and bringing unimaginable wealth to the Mossy Forest. Today, Wind Song is more prosperous than at any other time in history, and the new city is inhabited by merchants and representatives of all races, and the patriarch of the Grey Elves, Lady Vinna Baizhi, sits at the center of the city, like her wise father, leading the land to become richer and more powerful every day.

However, not all gray elves have given up the tradition, in the vast moss forest, spread over dozens of dense forests, large and small, there are still many gray elves in the habit of not staying out of the world, with nature as a companion, when more and more roads and towns occupy important nodes in the dense forest, and in the jungle to open up the trade route to the human world, these gray elves who adhere to the tradition gradually like the hermits in modern society, become an alternative in the general trend of civilization, continue to maintain the previous life...... It's also getting out of place.

"Maybe...... It's time to get out of the forest too......"

……

A tall Red Valley messenger came along the avenue on the banks of the Wentini River and entered the city before noon.

The familiar view of the city soothed the messenger's mood, and he led his horse through the bustling streets of the southern part of Fengge, surrounded by the cries of vendors in different dialects, and the bustling streets surrounded by a variety of shops and colorful flags waving in the wind.

Diminutive gray elves can be seen everywhere, and tall orcs, red valley people, humans, and even dwarves and goblins mingle among pedestrians, and in this street market, which is mainly used for small and medium-sized medicinal herb transactions, merchants from all over the world inquire about prices, think about tomorrow, and intrigue under the rules, generously and stingily fiddling with every copper plate in their pockets.

The messenger made his way through the busiest part of the market, and a group of soldiers walked past the intersection at the end of the market, their dwarf warriors imposing with their shining armor and powerful mechanical crossbows.

A carriage entering the city in the morning was stopped by several merchants, the carriage was hung with Cecil's insignia, a human merchant with a serious accent stood in front of the carriage, his face was full of red and bragging about what he had seen on the long trade route, the handymen who carried goods were busy behind the carriage, and someone told a vulgar joke in the fast and inaudible eastern dialect, which caused the others to laugh incessantly.

At the end of the market, a grey elf merchant was peddling loose pieces of cloth from Typhon, "woven cloth" from Typhon, which the Cecil had traveled thousands of miles to by magic trains—and although the bulk of the trade was controlled by the merchants upstream, the scattered goods could still be circulated to the small merchants.

Several dwarves gathered in front of the cloth stalls, and they reached out to twist the plain and cheap looking cloth, and one of the dwarves frowned, but his companions were impressed by the low price and began to bargain with the vendors.

The messenger walked over the bustling and almost noisy street in the direction of the leader's longhouse, and he passed the square in front of the longhouse, and saw that something was being built in the largest square in the Windy Song City, where a group of workers of humans and gray elves were busy, and a large crystal device had been erected, the metal base under the crystal device glistened in the sunlight, and runic substrates waiting to be assembled could be seen on the ground all over the square.

A few tall orc mercenaries are working with the guards of the square itself to maintain order, and strong warriors covered in hair who seem to be a tiger or some kind of feline combined with a human carry a terrifying axe on their backs, but can only smile helplessly at the overly enthusiastic citizens.

The chieftain's longhouse stood on the other side of the square, with the flag of the Clan of Oghuray hanging from its tall towers and balconies, and the messenger walked through the square, glancing with curiosity at the crystal installation that looked nearing completion not far away.

A deep but slightly soft voice came from the side: "The magic energy obelisk brought by the Cecil people - it is said that when this thing is erected, most of the Wind Song City will be able to use the bright magic crystal street lamp, and in the future, there is no need to worry about the old streets on the west side of the city burning again due to the lampstand being overturned." ”

The messenger followed the sound and saw a female orc warrior talking to him, with feline eyes, ears, hair, and even a tail, but with a distinctly feminine face and body shape - an incongruous and brutal appearance that was beautiful among orcs.

"Lady Maurelina, I have brought the letter from the east," the messenger smiled, "transnational letters. ”

The orc probably laughed, her sharp teeth glinting, and she raised her hand in the direction of the chief's longhouse: "Ancestor bless you, Mr. Todd - the patriarch is inside, she must have been waiting for these letters for a long time." ”

The messenger thanked him, and passed the soldiers at the edge of the square, and crossed the ramp between the longhouse and the square, to the door of the longhouse, where servants were already waiting, and led him into the longhouse.

After walking down the long corridor to the lord's reception room on the second floor, he came to the leader of the gray elves, Vinna Bai Zhi—the sunlight was pouring into the room through a row of narrow diamond-shaped windows arranged neatly arranged on the walls, casting patches of light and darkness on the various furnishings in the room, the wooden desks, cabinets, back chairs, and shelves all looked a size smaller than the furniture commonly used by humans, and the female gray elf, who was as short as a child, sat on a high-backed chair that was still wide for her, and smiled at the messenger: "Todd, I've been waiting for you for a long time—I thought you'd be back yesterday on that train carrying alchemical potions. ”

"I'm sorry for the slight delay in going through the customs clearance procedures in Ten Forest City, the Cecil people are adjusting their government office workflow, and the clerks over there are not yet skilled-" The messenger lowered his head, then took out a large bag of thick things from his pocket and handed it to the Grey Elf Patriarch, "This is the letter you are waiting for." ”

"I don't really blame you either—letters are delivered from the human world much faster than they were a few years ago," Wenna smiled, taking the bag and weighing it in her hand, her brow furrowed, "Ugh...... That kid still writes so much......"

The messenger couldn't help but smile slightly: "The eldest lady is good at expressing feelings in words. ”

"You happened to come over there and tell me how Merry was doing with Cecil?" Wenna blinked, not in a hurry to open the thick stack of letters, "Is she adapting to life in the human world?" ”

"As far as I can see, she's doing as well over there as she is in Wind Song," the messenger nodded, "not so much that she's adapted to life in the human world, but that the Cecil do treat people of all races the same way - Cecil is friendlier than I thought, and many people of different races and nationalities visit the city, even the Typhonians, who are theoretically strained with Cecil. All kinds of races are gathered there, just like the scenery in the market of Wind Song City, where everyone lives well and is not troubled by race and habits.

"Of course, the law there also treats everyone equally—even elves and even dragonborns, who are considered nobles and allies by the Cecil, are imprisoned for breaking the law, and in a way, we can rest assured that the eldest lady is safe—she has always been a well-bred child who respects the law and rules."

The messenger analyzes these things so calmly and methodically, and it is clear that his identity here is not simply "messenger".

"Dragonborn?" Wenna raised her eyebrows, "We did receive news of the establishment of diplomatic relations between the Cecil Empire and the Holy Dragon Principality...... But I didn't expect those closed dragonborns to walk out of the mountains so quickly. I thought it would't be until at least next year that there would be real Dragonborn visitors in Cecil's city. ”

"We have tried to knock on the gates of the mountains of the Principality of the Dragon, but have been unsuccessful due to the distance and customs, and now it seems that the merchants of Cecil are indeed better at 'knocking' than we are," Todd said, "As far as I can see, the Dragonborn are not all closed and conservative, at least the Dragonborn who live in Cecil City seem to be no different from ordinary people - and they get along with the Cecil people very well. Let me think...... They also had a very interesting way to greet their friends who were on good terms......"

The "messenger" recalled a little, stretched out his hand and gestured: "Oh, that's it, raise your hand, pretend to be holding a wine glass, and then [Bayi Chinese Net] shout: 'Friend! Frost Resistance Potion! Pause, pause! Finally, make a gesture of drinking it all......"

"This ......" Wenna Whites looked at the scene drawn by the messenger Todd in amazement, and shook her head in confusion for a long time, "The custom of the Dragonborn is really incomprehensible...... It is worthy of a race that can survive in such a cold place. ”

Then she looked up, "But the details don't matter, the point is that we have a chance to do business with those dragonborns now - maybe I need to discuss this with Schwark, you go and inform him so that he can come over in the evening." ”

"Yes, Chief."

The messenger Todd left the room, and Wenna Baizhi set her eyes on the thick bag of letters, and after staring at them for a long time, the gray elf leader finally reached out and sighed long, "Alas...... After all, I gave birth to myself...... It would be good to wait until the signal of the magic net of the Cecil Empire is connected......"

The first letter was pulled out and opened, and Juanxiu's font caught Wenna's eyes:

"Mother, I've been living in Cecil for a while, and it's an incredible city......

……

"What an incredible adventure of a lifetime......"

Gawain put down the thick ancient book in his hand, couldn't help but rub his eyes with his hands, and whispered to himself.

He had spent most of his time studying this ancient book for the past few days, and now he had finally finished reading the record of Modir Wild's adventurous career.

He gained a lot of knowledge that was lost in history, and the map hanging in the study also had a lot of large and small markers worth paying attention to.

And after a few days of reading, the most he wanted to say was that exclamation.

Modir Wild...... Indeed, he is the greatest adventurer in the world, and I am afraid that he is not one of them.

The news to the North had already been sent, and Victoria Wilder had already learned of the family's lost treasure, and in addition to expressing surprise and gratitude, she also said that she would take the book with her when she came to the imperial capital in the winter to report on her work, and before that, the book would be kept on Gawain's desk for a while.

The book was definitely going to be returned to the Wilde family - Gawain had no intention of taking it for himself. After all, the most important content of a book is the knowledge it carries, and this knowledge can be made into copies, and the precious original carries its owner's thoughts about the deceased, and it should be returned to the original owner.

But before Victoria came to the capital, and before returning the book, Gawain felt compelled to find someone to confirm the details of what was mentioned in the book.

After relieving the fatigue of long hours of reading behind his desk, Gawain raised his hand and glanced at the Mithril Ring on his fingers.

I hadn't talked to the My Little Pony in a while, and I wondered if she was interested in Mordir Wild's adventures......