Neither Emperor Falun nor Kremar in Kemar knew anything about the thoughts of the Electors, but what were the nobles of the southern kingdoms best at? There were all sorts of extravagant and absurd pleasures, and though they had to be restrained in Lucieu's presence, they nevertheless made the young elf very comfortable even under such harsh conditions, not just a glass of sweet mulled wine, or twelve colors of rouge, or soft silk cotton pillows and bedding, but a kind of comfort that would make people "all men are made for me" If it weren't for their inability to do it, perhaps Lucieu would have wanted a star twinkling in the dark sky.

They can't get the stars, but they can get the gems and gold, and the gnomes are no worse at delicate things than the elves, and today they have sent a music box made from the multi-layered ivory balls of the Serisians— More accurately, it is a multi-layered ball, the size of the sphere is just enough for Lucie to hold in both hands, and the small emerald knob at the top is turned in a certain order, accompanied by a melodious jingle like a citara lyre, and the ball as thin as a cicada's wings spreads out like a flower, splitting into twelve petals, inside is a birdcage made of gold wire, the bird inside has obsidian eyes, the feathers are mythril, the claws and beak are pure gold, and the branches under its feet are crimson coral, and when the shell is completely opened, the enchanted bird will fly, circle around the small birdcage, and then land on the branches, singing a favorite ballad of the Elves of Eyya, which the Elves often murmur when they miss their lovers.

Lucieu sighed, "How long will he be back?"

"Soon," said the maid beside her, "the letter from King Coma has been delivered to the Emperor, the Lich's army has retreated, his mount is a human-faced sphinx, and the road in the air is always faster than the ground." Having said that, the maid couldn't help but wonder to herself, whether the black-haired dragonborn would postpone the return date because of this too reluctant emotion, just let them say, no man would be happy to be forced in this way, against men, women should play some gentle means, at least, after he found out, they would not be angry because of this, and this little girl is simply going in the opposite direction, who would like a wife who uses favor and power to force her to bow her head? The marriage of elves may mean that their emotions and bodies will be single-minded and unshakable, but a human, or a half-elf, may not obey this invisible law.

However, after serving by Lucie's side for so long, the maid also somewhat understood why Lucieu was so urgent and reckless, and it was more unfortunate to be regarded as a child and a descendant by her loved ones than her appearance and posture could not be admired by those who could not be admired, except for some people with special hobbies, no one would go to the ...... The child's love, desire, and hope, all flattery, all confessions, and all prayers will be regarded as jokes and pranks. Not to mention, the elect who had a Froe by his side, though slender and with a young voice, would the follower favored by the god of lust and lust be willing to succumb to the threat of such a little fool?

————————————————————————————————————————————————————

"You don't look anxious. Adel said teasingly. This was the first night of Cremar's return to Arrow's Peak, and the priest of Rosada couldn't wait to visit his room, anyway, when dealing with seemingly never-ending official business, the black-haired dragonborn had proven that he was better at staying up all night than the elves or the electors of Rosada, of course, this was not the only reason, more importantly, there were already people from the Electors who had secretly contacted him, and Adel was also quite surprised by what the Electors thought, he thought that they would hate Cremar and, and he and Kerribben, who could be said to be on the same side as him。

If the soul of another plane can hear the question in his heart, they will tell him that if there is no system of electors, and the emperor of Falun is indeed a dragonborn with a long life and great power, they will definitely hate Cremar as the emperor's minions and ears, the key is that the current emperor of Falun is just a fragile puppet, and it is impossible to have descendants, even if he is also one of the twelve electors, but it is destined to have no future to predict, then, in twenty or thirty years, it may be them and their children who will ascend the throne of the emperor- In this case, it becomes very important for a minister who is good at management and management - if used properly, the shelf life is very long.

"I am a hundred and twenty thousand grateful on behalf of the people of Falun for what the Lord of Tim has done," said the lich indifferently, the cloak removed from him by the invisible servant and hung on a hanger in the corner of the house, "but I will not make a marriage contract with anyone." He wanted to gag at the thought of Eloch's face, and at times, he even wondered with malice that if he had accepted the love of this arrogant fellow, the older Elf would regret not taking his life that night hundreds of years ago.

As he sat down at the round table, the lich suddenly paused slightly, "The elves of Eya on the island of Lin...... What do you think about this?"

"They...... There are those who are against," Adair said, "and there are those who are in favor." "During this time, he also came into contact with a lot of Eya elves, and what puzzled and uneasy him was that when sorting out the intricate relationship with humans and other races, Aya elves were obviously not comparable to the Singh elves at all, their hearts were too absolute and stubborn, they were incompatible with the people on the land, but they were unwilling to make changes, the priests of Rosada frowned slightly, and they would even impose their own ideas and opinions on others, which was not a good habit- To this day, there may be a long time, because of the vitality and prosperity they bring, human beings continue to retreat - After all, not everyone will forget their favor so quickly, but the bottom line of the latter is not as low as the Eya elves think, they are desperately tolerating it now, one day in the future, something will definitely explode violently, so that the situation will go in an uncontrollable and desperate direction, not to mention the rest, as far as Adel knows, there are not a few humans who put elves and giants, orcs, goblins and other monsters in the same position, and they also include some electors- A few days ago, a minister suggested that in order to thank the elves of Aya, they should return to them the place where the elves once lived, so that they could become the closest friends of mankind, and this was supported by the Electors. This was unusual, Adel's father had been the second son of a lord, and he himself was a city consul, and as his youngest son, Adel had heard a lot about the White Tower. Everyone remembers, the White Tower used to be the city of the Singh elves, the elves not only lived there, but also the elves served as the archons of the White Tower, it is no exaggeration to say that the wealth of the White Tower and even the entire Partridge Hill was brought by the Singer elves, but have the human lords of the White Tower and the Partridge Hill been grateful for this? At first, it may have been, but by the time Adel could read books, the relationship between the lord and the elves had become unusual, and Anrui's betrayal of Grey Ridge and the Silvercrown Jungle was not a little girl's impulse, her mother was still an elf, but her father made her wary and hateful of the elves.

And now, the electors of the southern countries are willing to give a territory as a reward, how is this possible, this is not a feud, it can be taken back because of the rebellion of the courtiers, or the heir, given the long life that the elves have, those territories are definitely the flesh and bones of the dog- Uh, wait, maybe it shouldn't be described that way, elves are not dogs, and a territory is much more valuable than flesh and bones, but Adel felt from the bottom of his heart that there was no better way to describe the current situation than the vulgar and vivid phrase he had heard from Cremar.

This anomalous situation couldn't help but make Adel full of doubts, but his authority on the Arrow Peak was not yet at the level of Cremar, and all he could do was press this strange proposal on the Emperor's desk without replying.

What made his heart even heavier was that the Éa elves were also very willing to accept this reward, for those young elves, Adel felt that it was understandable, everyone knew that although the Singer elves lived in the cold silver-crowned forest, their blood was as hot as humans, and the Eya elves were the opposite, they were cold and alienated, even during their travels, the only ones who could be respected and close to them were the Singh elves, they despised humans, and humans would not reciprocate too much kindness, in this case, it was normal to not be able to recognize the true malice。 But what about the older elves, it is said that there are more elves in the Emerald Forest than in the Silver Crowned Jungle - when Ingway left, his mother had not yet returned to Angelis's knees, and as the queen's courtier, it was certainly impossible to easily leave behind his allegiance and follow one of her heirs.

Could it be that the elves who had taken up their longbows in the First War of the Gods didn't realize it was a trap? Adel tried to probe, but he was immediately unceremoniously warned.

"How's the Emperor?" asked the lich.

"Nothing seems to have changed. Adair replied, but the next day he realized as if he had made a big mistake.

————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————

No, it should be said that this mistake should not be attributed to Adele.

The emperor of Falun had to take medicinal wine every day- For example, on the last day of the month, in the middle of the night, his body would develop unbearable tingling and itching, and the pain would cause him to rub his skin uncontrollably against the rough stones until the skin was torn and the scales were worn off, but both the skin and the scales would grow quickly, so not too many people should have noticed that he had this disgusting disease。

And today is the last day of October.

The Emperor of Falun knelt on the ground, his room was of course undoubtedly gorgeous and luxurious, in the cold winter, on the towering Arrow Peak, not only the ground, but even the walls were hung snow bear furs from the Far North, the Emperor lifted these furs to reveal the cold stone floor below, the surface of each stone brick was polished, but the edges were not, the Emperor used his strength to make them uneven, and then used them to violently wipe his body— This is still the case of medicinal wine, and without medicinal wine, he may have peeled off his skin and scales.

The medicinal wine was filled with a sweet fragrance that would have made Cremar and the others feel familiar, and when the emperor poured the black liquid into his mouth, he couldn't help but feel a little resentment towards the black-haired dragonborn, who was for "tobacco" The raw materials used to make this medicinal liquor became more and more scarce, and the people who could provide it without restriction suddenly disappeared, and every time the emperor saw only seven or eight mouthfuls of medicinal wine, he began to tremble, and he could not imagine what would happen if people knew that their emperor would be like a pig and rubbing his body on the ground.

He closed his eyes, and the medicine brought not only paralysis, but also the hallucination that pleased his heart, in which he was as tall and strong and handsome as a god, who could rule the whole land and even the whole plane in the form of a human or a dragon, that even the messengers of heaven and the demons of the abyss had to grovel before him, that the beautiful goddesses would share a bed with him, and that the male gods would pass him the same golden cup, and that his offspring would be as numerous as the stars that had fallen to the earth, and that they were all kings or queens, and that each of them had countless knights and soldiers, and countless people and slaves。 His reign even extended to the gods, in ......

The Emperor shuddered suddenly, and awoke from his luscious vision, and he saw a young man as he had imagined, standing under the starlight, his expression serious, and a little pity in his eyes besides disgust.

"Who are you?" cried out the Emperor in horror, "Who are you?!"

"That's what I should say," the dragon Io asked in a deep voice, "Who are you?"

Who am I? The Emperor pondered in confusion, who am I? Who else could he be? He is the Emperor, the Emperor of Falun.

"I'm ...... Emperor. "He said that there was no name, that he was just the emperor.