Author's note: Not fully recovered...... I'm sorry. "What are you listening to?"

"Our king is singing. Raven replied, the stars were bright, the forest rose and fell slowly and regularly in the breeze, and even in winter, the silver-crowned trees nourished by the fountain of life continued to bloom, and the translucent white flowers fell to the ground like snow.

The scent of the flowers of the silvercrown tree was not gentle or sweet, they reminded Raven of the wind from the Whirring Plains, the harsh wind with the smell of metal and ore, but it was clearer and cleaner than it.

Like the female elves in the form of these three incarnations, she smiled and stretched out her arms to the manager of the Grey Ridge, the elf Perrante, her skin shining like pearls and mythril, her fingers so slender and delicate, unless you see them, you can hardly imagine how sharp and powerful they can cast.

"Your Majesty is not good at this. Perrante said, gently hugging her and kissing her forehead.

The elven mage's smile became more pronounced, the king of the jungle was not good at this. The Singh elves knew that their king could silence the entire Silvercrown Forest when he played the Sitara, and he had the same effect when he sang - for the exact opposite reason. It should be noted that Perrant was once the chief of guard of the King of the Jungle, and they had been together for thousands of years, both as a vassal and as a close friend, so even if Perrant no longer followed the Elven King, he would still unconsciously take sides with his king on any issue - even if it was just such innocuous minutiae.

Raven wondered what many elves could not understand, the voice of the King of the Jungle was as unfaulted as his countenance and strength, and the Emerald King of Aya had praised the King of the Jungle as the sound of a river of starlight flowing through a valley, like the trumpet of a west wind sweeping through the dense foliage of the Silvercrown Tree, it was broad, soft, yet invincible, terrifying—it was not so ...... According to Perrante, he is not so good at singing.

However, neither the King of the Jungle nor the Singer Elves cared much about this, the King of the Jungle was because he had more matters to focus on, and the Singer Elves felt that their King had such a small shortcoming...... It's still pretty cute.

It's just that the King of the Jungle stopped touching the citara a hundred years ago, and the last time he sang was more than five hundred years ago, when Kerry was just a baby, perhaps sensing that his mother was dead, he wept day and night, neither potions nor magic could make him sleep, until the King of the Jungle sat down by his bedside, picked up the sitara, and sang the short lullaby that Kerryben's mother, his wife, had sung.

Although the King of the Jungle had only been singing for ten years, the elves in the Silver-Crowned Jungle had wisely kept the same schedule as the baby Kerryben during those ten years. No, as we said before, the voice of the King of the Jungle is certainly not hoarse and harsh like the demons or demons in the Endless Abyss, but every note he sings is slightly different from the score and accompaniment, which ordinary humans may not be able to hear at all, but for elves with excellent hearing and rich musicality, it is simply a kind of torture.

"Thankfully, Kerry didn't have to be bothered for ten years. Raven whispered.

Somewhat irreverently, Perrante thought the same, but he then keenly caught a glimpse of the same: "What did you encounter?"

The elves such as Kerribben and Raven had not yet gone through three sunsets when they returned to the Silvercrown Forest, and they were greeted only by their king and their friends and relatives, and the other elves tacitly agreed not to disturb them - the elves had never and never would be happy to kill - they wept for the death of nature, but they did not feel sad, and the only thing that could make them disgusted and rejected from the bottom of their hearts was the death caused by greed and **, whether it was elves, humans, Orcs are also giants and other intelligent and living objects, when they are slain by swords, pierced by arrows, burned by flames, swallowed by rivers, and crushed by boulders...... The screams of every life that passed away made their pure hearts instinctively constrict and tremble.

So, when they returned to the Silvercrown Forest, even the king had no right to ask them to go back to that nightmare again, they needed a quiet rest, in the warm sunlight and the clear moonlight, under the stars, in the snow, in the arms of relatives and friends, and in the constant music of the Sitara.

As soon as Perrant spoke, he realized his mistake, and Raven raised her hand to caress his lips, stopping and accepting his apology in time.

"I've served several times. Raven said, her voice low to the point of a whisper, "I'm not that vulnerable—I'm trying to tell you that Kerry is almost dead." ”

Perrante's hands on her back tightened slightly, and Raven hugged him tightly, her lips pressed against Perrante's skin, there were still small droplets of water after bathing, she sniffed her lover deeply, it was like pine resin, silver crown wood, cold snow, and the lily of the valley she loved, and the heat of Perante's hands made her strong and soft.

"Cremar?"

"Cremar. Raven replied.

"So what was Kerry hesitating about?"

"Maybe it's because Cremar summoned a devil to grab his heels?" Raven guessed, half-playfully, "Even so, I have to thank him, even if we will eventually be reunited in the halls of Angreeth, if this war will result in someone's death," she said sincerely, "not Kerryben, not Kerryben." ”

"We all hope so. "The Holocaust of a thousand years ago has caused the King of the Jungle to lose his love, and Kerry is his only blood relative.

"Kremar is a good boy. Raven said, "Although he seems to have too many secrets. ”

"The other half of his blood," said Perrante, "is that Kerry is closer to him than any of us, and he sees and hears more than we do, and he is silent because Cremar is his best friend, but we can't help but be wary of Fenway's business." ”

"It's really painful to suspect a friend," Raven said, "especially since that person hasn't done a single thing that threatens the Silvercrown Forest." It's not fair to Cremar. ”

"Carey was a young elf," said Perrant, "and his feelings had not yet matured over time, and they were still vivid and intense." ”

"Emotions like new wine," said Raven, "are the enemies of reason—but they are the most precious, for they will pass away." ”

"I only hope it will produce pure fruit, even if it's sour," Perrante bowed her head and kissed Raven's gray-blue eyes, "not rotting dross." ”

Perrant only stayed in the Silver Crown Jungle for a very short period of time for Raven, after all, he is still the manager of Grey Ridge, and he has his responsibilities and obligations.

Then he saw Cremar, who was arguing with the otter.

The Starlight River between the Gray Ridges is the widest and calmest in the entire basin, and the shallowest place where the water surface can only slightly pass the hip bone of the elf, but this does not mean that it is gentle and harmless, gentle is just a relative statement, the water is still very turbulent here, the underwater stones have been polished for tens of thousands of years and have long been smooth as a mirror, and the algae grass that can grow in the Starlight River is rarer than the steadfastness of humans, except for the elves, no human or orc can swim freely in the Starlight River.

But the Starlight River is not a lifeless river of death, it is also vibrant, the most familiar of which is a white-headed three-spined bony fish, which grows up in the lakes of the lower reaches of the Starlight River, is fat, and in late autumn travels up the many narrow tributaries of the Starlight River into the Starlight River, all the way north, upward, until it swims into the Blue Lake, the source of the Starlight River, to spawn and fertilize - the fertilized eggs hatch into fish larvae in the spring of the following year, and then swim down the Starlight River to swim back to the habitat of their parents and grandparents to recuperate.

The reason why this fish is famous is not so different from that of another world - is that it is delicious - and it tastes different at different stages. When they are still in the lake, no matter which one has thick fat and soft white meat, it is more suitable for fish soup, and it is delicious to add a little parsley and mallow, and when they swim into the starlight river, in order to fight against the raging river and the towering stone steps, the bony fish that do their best to jump forward quickly consumes the excess fat, and the flesh becomes tough and fine, just cut and smeared with salt to make people salivate, it should be noted that its dorsal fin and pectoral fin each have three colorful long spines, each as long as a finger, sharp and hard, when pierced into the human body, it will cause edema and unbearable pain。

Occasionally, the elves would stop the bony fish - when it was clear that they were outnumbered by the Blue Lagoon, bears, foxes, and otters would gather on the banks of the Starlight River to wait for a free meal.

Cremar and the otter argued not for anything else, but because the fat otter had left the fresh bony fish that the elves had thrown ashore, and ran to the fire at the risk of being burned by the fire to take away the fish that the black-haired spellcaster was roasting.

"No," the otherworldly spirit patiently explained, "I put a lot of salt, spices, and wine. He remembered that both cats and dogs could not eat salt, and that too much of it seemed to cause hair loss – he didn't know what would happen to feeding otters salt, spices and wine, but he didn't want to see a slick bad guy a few days later, and while that might seem funny, according to Perrante, the last snow of the winter would fall on Grey Ridge two days later.

The otter chirped angrily at him, and Cremar tried to snatch the large fish from under its claws, only to be bitten by it, but fortunately the otter's tiny teeth were not enough to pierce his solid skin.

Perrante came over, lowered his knees, and began to talk to the otter, or rather, the irascible and cautious otter was complaining to him, standing like a man with two hind paws, two small, flexible front paws on his chest, and muttering fast and urgently.

"It wants that fish because it's dipped in honey," said Perrante, "and you use winter honey?"

"Yes," said Cremar, "but I have also salted it, and spices, and can otters eat salt?"

"No, you can't. Perrante said that he explained to the otter, but the usually docile guy in front of Perrante suddenly became irritable and bit two small holes in Perrante's pants.

"It doesn't want winter honey," said Perrante, helplessly, "to have salted and grilled fish, spiced and brushed with winter honey." ”

"Don't blame me for being bald. Cremar muttered, and he caught another bony fish, with a deliberate slack of salt and spices, but a few more sprinkets of honey—the otter had not noticed the little trick of the half-elves, and it thought that it had defeated and enslaved the big one, and happily dragged the roasted fish larger than its body back into the burrow.

"It likes you. Perrante said.

"Uh, is that like?" asked Cremar uncertainly, plucking a bony fish from the fire and handing it to Perrante, "So what's it like to dislike it? Climb up in the middle of the night and bite the man's throat?"

"It does like you, but in its perception, I am an elder and you are a child. Perrante cut a piece from the huge grilled fish: "It obeys me and demands that you obey it." ”

"So I'm the beanie?"

"What?"

"No, nothing. "It's just a little hard to believe," Cremar said. ”

After a while they saw it again, and they, the otter and the other otter, whom Cremar could recognize, the dark brown careful-eyed bastard's entire face was white, and only two cheeks of his companion were white.

The bastard otter straightened up triumphantly and squealed twice in a high voice, while its ...... The wife shook her beard and cried along, and the mother otter's cry was softer and deeper.

"Oh, this is its wife. Perrante said with a smile.

They were generous enough to paced in front of Cremar and Perrante's grilled fish without looking, and the otter sniffed first, and when he was sure there was nothing wrong, he squealed, and then he and his wife ate without seeing it.

Cremar gave them an extra layer of honey.

Perrante was silent, the otter mate's full belly plummeted slightly, it already had a child, and Cremar, who was able to make this vigilant father appear in front of him with his wife and future child......

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