"Why?" the Grey Ridge administrator looked at her, "what do you want us to do?"

The young lord, who had half elven blood in her body, didn't say anything, but her eyes and expression had already shown her innocent and childish thoughts to the administrator.

There was inevitably a hint of disappointment in the manager's steel-blue eyes.

"Mistress Perrante......"

"Anrui," said the administrator, not in a stern tone, but made the girl winc, "We never accept threats. ”

"I don't have ......"

"It's not that swords are a threat," said the manager of Grey Ridge, Elf Perrante, mildly, causing the titular owner of the White Tower to drop his eyes in shame, "What about Master Antonio, have you asked him for his opinion?"

“...... I'm sorry," Anrui whispered, "I ......" she stammered and played with her fingers, "I forgot ......"

The elves sighed in anguish, even in human terms, Anrui was only nineteen years old, and if the elves' age was converted, she could be said to be a baby, and she had been a lord for less than three years—Perrant wondered if they should have resolutely rejected the previous lord's offer—and he was madly in love with his wife, a love that culminated in the tragic death of Anrui's mother, and extended to their only child. Based on the narrow-mindedness of a human being, who believed that wealth and power could be both the crown and the sword of his younger daughter, he insisted that Anrui, who was only half of the human blood, be his heir, inheriting a large territory including the White Tower and the Partridge Hills, and that according to the laws of their principality, an heiress was indeed feasible, but the other half of Anrui's bloodline was criticized by some old-fashioned diehards...... And he also has a younger brother, who also has three sons.

In the end, it was the younger brother of the previous lord who made the first concession, he respected and loved his brother, for which he voluntarily renounced his inheritance and demanded the White Pagoda only for himself and his descendants, which was not too much. After his brother left this world, he kept his promise to support Anrui as the new lord and sent his eldest son to serve her.

Perrant had heard that the upright and steadfast young man was in love with Ann Rui, and although they were of similar blood, it would be a good result to reunite the divided inheritances in this way, if necessary. Even elves who are not very interested in the worldly game of power can see that Anrui is not suitable to be a ruler, she has always been protected by her father, she has a weak personality, a simple mind, and a tendency to take many things for granted, you can't say that she is vicious by nature, but she does some things that can hurt people more than a sword.

For example, the unspoken idea, or more correctly, the request.

Anrui thinks that giving once, or a few gratuitous and generous gifts, can change the minds and positions of the people of the White Tower, but Perrant knows that this is not feasible, the druid has traveled the continent for nearly half a century before becoming the ruler of Grey Ridge, and there are both his friends and his enemies among the human race, he knows their minds and their actions, and he knows that after a great trauma, too unbalanced charity for humanity will only invite more jealousy and greed, and if they do not get what they think they deserve, those secret grievances and complaints will soon turn into anger and hatred without hesitation。

In addition, the current White Pagoda also has a Master Demeng who has won the hearts of the people. Perrante had seen the child, the most father-like of the three sons, who was as wary and distant as his father of the elves - and who was not a forgiving and good man in the opinion of the priests of Rosada.

The spell book, which can be said to have almost destroyed the entire Grey Ridge and the Jungle, was handed over to Fenway by Dermon, and although his initial request was to destroy it, the administrator of Grey Ridge thought that this matter was not as simple as it seemed - Fenway was a stubborn and silent child, but to go that far, it would never be believed to say that no one was behind Perante's back.

"What should I do?" asked Anrui sadly, but the sentence was more like what she meant to herself.

"Go back," said the administrator of Grey Ridge, "in any case, since Dermon has inherited his father's rights, he should also fulfill his duty as a courtier, and you should return to the White Tower, receive his allegiance, comfort the people, and exterminate the thieves - I hope that our old friend Master Antonio is safe and sound, and if that is the case, he will be a great help," he thought for a moment, "...... Grey Ridge can give aid to the White Tower, but only after you're sure it won't cause a bigger disaster, get Antonio to contact me as soon as possible, and I need to talk to him about the current situation of the White Tower. ”

He thought he would get a response soon, but it wasn't, and Anrui was silent, just looking at her toes.

"Anrui?"

"Can I not go?" she said.

For a moment, Perrante thought that her ear had been injured imperceptibly during the battle, or that she was hallucinating from fatigue, but Anrui was not so merciful, and she then said, "I want to stay in Grey Ridge," and she said eagerly, "I can stay in Grey Ridge," and she said faster and faster, and more and more justifiably, "I am a half-elf, I am only nineteen years old, and my mother, and my father, are dead, I have the right, I am willing to serve Grey Ridge for sixty years, let me stay," Her eyes shone brightly and movingly, and she reached out and grabbed Perrante's robe.

The older elf narrowed his eyes, "But you're not just a half-elf!" He took a few steps back and wrenched her fingers, "You're still the master of this land!"

"I don't want to be a lord anymore," Anrui said bluntly, "it annoys me and scares me." ”

"And who do you want to give this responsibility to?" Perrante: "Demon?"

"According to the law and the conventions," Anrui clasped her hands in distress, "It seems to be." "She's not very smart, but she also knows that Dermon will only push the entire White Tower to the opposite side of Grey Ridge and the Silver Crown Forest.

She became frustrated at the thought of having to go back and confront the people who were looking at her with suspicion, the nobles, the councillors, the guild chiefs, the merchants, and the official documents that seemed to never seem to be finished.

Perrante looked at her, this half-elf who had only spent nineteen years in this world was so slender and weak, her hair was flaxen, like his father, but softer and denser than him, with obvious curls, almost as long as he could hang down to his heels, a plump face that could be held up by a palm, and a pair of gentle blue eyes, similar to her mother's, but not as firm and brave as her mother.

Her father loved an elf, and he was willing to give everything he had to him and the children born to that elf, but he did not like other elves to touch his wife and daughter, especially Perante, and when he occasionally visited his former partners and friends, he could always see her husband's hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist, and his jealousy could be said to be above board, unconcealed, and not allowed to have any regard for his life and family...... After he insisted that his daughter, who was half elven, be his heir, Perrant thought he would raise a human—a cunning, fickle, ambitious human.

He had been worried about it, but now he felt that it was better to face a cunning and ambitious human!

At the very least, she wouldn't suddenly want to leave everything behind and walk away halfway by herself!

The unexpected silence made Ann Rui flustered, she didn't think she had done anything wrong - she was really tired of her old life, she liked Grey Ridge, there were people like her, she could find her happiness here.

"Go back to the White Tower," instructed the keeper of Grey Ridge after a longer period of thought, "let it be at peace again-" He didn't look into Anrui's eyes, he knew what it would contain, "and protect Adel, your uncle's only bloodline other than Demon, and try to clear his name—since you don't want to continue to take on your responsibilities, at least you can leave a new owner of the White Tower and the land." ”

When Kerry found Cremar, he was carefully polishing a small round chess piece, Ilda's astrolabe was still there, but there were many fewer pieces, fortunately they were all silver-crowned wood, and it was not difficult to find the same raw materials and polish some more, but Kremar found that his craftsmanship was completely inferior to Ilda's, and Ilda was able to carve fish and birds on pieces the size of cherry pits, and the scales of the fish and the feathers of the birds were clearly visible.

So the chess pieces placed on the astrolabe, some of which have patterns, while others are bare, look very pitiful.

"This is Ilda's astrolabe. Carey Ben said.

"And Ilda's dagger. Cremar nodded, and he saw the dagger hanging from Kerribben's waist, which Ilda had used to peel fruit for Cremar to eat.

Kerry had gone to meet the keeper of Grey Ridge first, and he knew that Ilda was dead, and in a way that caught her companions and friends by surprise—though the elves were not afraid of death, no one expected that the flame of fate belonging to Ilda would be extinguished so abruptly and hastily—it was a clumsy joke.

But it was Cremar who suffered the biggest blow, watching Ilda die, and although he avenged her, it was probably hard for anyone to forget the feeling of holding his friend's head in his arms.

Perrant feared that the young black-haired spellcaster would not be able to shake off his hatred and fear for a while, so he reminded Kerryben, but as far as the Ranger was concerned, he didn't have to worry about it at all.

Cremar's dark eyes were still bright and clean.

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