It is a city nestled in the forest, where the sun shines in the shade of verdant trees, the chirping of insects can be faintly heard in the quiet of the morning, and the moist air seems to speak of peace and tranquility.

However, unlike most cities, at this moment, a semicircular lilac divine shield enveloped the sky of the entire city, and although the hazy halo that slowly flowed with the flow of energy seemed to tell a mysterious and beautiful atmosphere, in fact, the existence of this city undoubtedly represented the deepest tragedy belonging to a race.

Yes, this is the Eternal Forest, and this city shrouded in a canopy of magic is the Elven Court located in the Eternal Forest...... Or this is a world completely different from the former elven royal court, because in today's city, there is no longer the laughter of elves, and all that remains in this land is a pervasive despair and sadness.

Perhaps, in a sense, the elves of the Faeron plane have reached the brink of destruction, after all, the sudden outbreak of the plague in the eternal forest has no intention of being stopped, more than ninety percent of the elves have lost their lives because of the terrible plague that is said to come from the "Whisper of Destruction", and the other elves who survived are destined to live in fear under the protection of a magical canopy, and their most trusted high priest "Ekar" is almost the only savior of these elves.

There is no doubt that in the eyes of the remaining elves, their Mr. Ekar is indeed an out-and-out "good camp professional", you must know that the "pious one" is the high priest of the God of Life Cult, he is the most devout goddess believer, he has the power of the Radiant Moon level and has mastered many powerful divine arts, legend has it that a long time ago even Lady Sekiona herself made it clear that Ekar is the "most trustworthy" powerful elf, such a legendary figure can solve the unscrupulous "little plague" sooner or later"Isn't it?

Hope in the midst of desperation is too important, and the survivors of the Elven Court are convinced that their High Priest is running for the salvation of the Elves of the entire Faeron Plane, and that Her Excellency, the Goddess of Life, will still spread the glory of goodness throughout the Eternal Forest.

They believed that the conspiracy of evil would be wiped out, just as the darkness of the night would be liquidated by the brilliance of Mira and Chikasa.

But............

The truth does not seem to be what most people imagined, because while the few remaining elves are still trying to pray and find a way to solve the plague, their trusted "pious" Excellency is clearly not "exhausted" to find a way out for the elven court as they thought.

In fact, at this moment, not only was Ekar not as "exhausted" as most people think, but he was also sitting at an empty table in a glittering palace and enjoying a delicious fruit pie.

Leisurely, at ease, confident, and full of the temperament of a successful person, Mr. "Call of Life" is like a young king savoring his breakfast. However, compared to the hustle and bustle of the ordinary royal palace, there were no attendants in his hall, only the golden floor carved with the pattern of stasis and the jewels on the ceiling, only ............ A holy priesthood in white robes and a ...... in black robes Mystery Guest.

Amidst the fragrance of the fruit pie, the morning atmosphere is truly quiet.

"Don't you try the freshly baked hometown food?" Mr. Shiraba, although the chef hired in Xia is still a young girl, but her skills in making fruit pie are really remarkable, and I personally think it is still very elf-like."

Controlling his divine power to place a hot fruit pie in front of the black-robed man across the table, the smiling Aikar showed meticulous aristocratic etiquette.

Admittedly, this fruit pie looks really delicious, with hot jam and pulp mixed together, the sweet and sour plums just to relieve the annoyance of simple sweetness, and the delicately shaped round pie is fragrant and delicately carved on it.

It's just that the expressionless black-robed guest doesn't seem to have the leisure to taste the food, and before the slowly floating fruit pie approaches him, the thrust from magic has already pushed this so-called "hometown food" to the side.

Obviously, the black-robed man who was sitting at the table and staring intently at the priesthood in front of him was a punk ...... from the Hatak Plains Projection.

"I don't need anyone to help me change my surname, Mr. Ekar, and besides, wasn't the surname Bai Ye removed from the records of the Elven Court?"

"Yes before, but then I restored it, although it is true that there is no precedent for the Elven Court to remove a surname and restore it, but the rule is that the dead are alive, right?

"Oh, got it".

“............”

Chatting is never easy, and finding the right topic is even harder, as now, when Punk blurts out a very nonchalant "Oh, got it", the atmosphere in the grand palace immediately becomes awkward.

Wouldn't you be talked about to death in this way!

"Well, it seems that you really don't care about the last name or anything, alas, I'm really doing too much, let's talk about business, so what is the purpose of Mr. Whisper of Destruction's visit?

Seeing that the caster really doesn't care about any family name or surname, there is really nothing that can be done about the somewhat helpless "pious person", but fortunately, the things that can be worthy of the advent projection of an "evil archmage" are still quite limited. So it didn't take much thought for Ekar to understand the reason why Punk was visiting him - it must be that the other party didn't know where to get the magic resources, which was to trade the magic resources collected by the goddess of life.

Talking about business has to look like talking about business, and at this time, it's not interesting to play the emotional card with your hometown or family, not to mention that the high priest of the God of Life Sect at this moment really suspects that the "collaborator" in front of him is really as emotionless and absolutely cold-blooded as rumored by the outside world, so ............

The next negotiation seems destined to be a clash of interests.

。 m.