Outside the window, the waves were surging and the refreshing sea breeze with a maritime scent flowed through the castle window, dispelling the sweltering heat of the study.

The owl stood on the bookshelf in the study, combing its gray-black hair, turning its head from time to time, and looking very clever.

Alan put down the letter in his hand, his brow furrowed slightly.

This is a reply from the Elven Wind Lady.

The letter again invited him to travel to the Night Forest after the stars were shining, saying that it was very important to him.

In addition to this, Ms. Wind also said that she left something in the letter that would be helpful to Alan.

But Alan searched for a long time, but he couldn't find anything other than this letter.

Except for a few simple greetings, the letter contained only that invitation.

Alan was a little puzzled:

"Why did she invite me one after another?"

"Crucial?"

After thinking about it for a long time, I really didn't think clearly why I, an ordinary nobleman who had lived in human society since childhood, attracted the attention of a mage of the elf race, was it really because of my own bloodline?

He knew very well that his bloodline was different from others, not because of any strange abilities contained in his bloodline, but because of his appearance.

The reason why the Chrissy family is called the Golden Family, in addition to the fact that the family territory is called the Gold Coast, is the dazzling golden hair.

And he, the second young master of the Chrisch family, has black hair!

The hair is as black as ink, and the hair quality is surprisingly good, and there is no hint of gold at all.

At first, he wondered if he had a bizarre background like dog blood as described in some novels in his previous life, and was not Yunyun, the biological son of Earl Tyranny.

But as he grew up, he found that in addition to the difference between his black hair and black eyes and the Chrissy family, the general outline of his facial features was still able to see the similarity between him and his father Tyron.

If you don't look at the color of the hair and eyes, except for the slightly delicate and soft facial features, he and his brother are simply carved out of the same mold!

Moreover, there are special instruments for testing bloodlines in aristocratic families, and he once secretly tested them, completely ruling out the possibility that he was not biological.

His mother was not blonde, but she was not black-haired either, which made Alan wonder why he inherited certain traits from his previous life.

An alternative soul? Or is it the peculiarity of the Chrissy bloodline?

Coupled with the rumors that the Chrissy family had elven blood that had been circulating in the south of the stars, it was hard for Alan not to put his speculation about his own bloodline on the mysterious and legendary species.

Although he had never seen this legendary species, according to the books, the elves had black hair and black eyes.

And the appearance of Ms. Wind is tantamount to confirming Allen's guess even more.

It's just that...

Looking at the owl on the shelf, Alan pondered, "Has she ever observed me?

Alan does not believe that Lady Wind's appearance was accidental, although the initial visit was based on chance, and he saves the owl from a wounded wing, and the owl flies away after healing, and then returns with a letter.

Greetings from Ms. Wind.

This is no different from the popular way of making pen pals in aristocratic circles, and Alan didn't feel anything unusual at first, but as the communication deepened, he had to suspect that Ms. Feng's appearance was not accidental, but "for another purpose".

Because of the long thought, Alan didn't notice that he had been staring at the owl for a long time.

The little one was a little uncomfortable stared at by him, and it grabbed the edge of the bookshelf and flapped its wings, and turned its head to look around, and let out a cooing sound.

Coming back to his senses, Alan was a little embarrassed to look at the "people", but observed the letter in his hand again.

Since Ms. Feng said in the letter that she had left something that would help him, she would definitely not fool him to play, why she didn't find it, it could only be because he ignored it.

"What is it?"

Alan thought for a while, and suddenly had an idea: "She is a mage, and I am also a mage, why don't you read this letter from the perspective of a mage?"

As soon as he thought of it, Alan placed the letter on the table, then inhaled and slowly closed his eyes.

As the magic of the mind sank into his mind, the other side of the world appeared in Alan's eyes.

Colorful elements replace the otherwise silent world, and Alan observes the world around him through magic, and finally puts his "eyes" on the letters on the table.

Sure enough, the letter glowed green in its magical state of observation!

The glow is full of green, it looks like a spring sprout, fresh and natural, and it gives people a very comfortable feeling at a glance.

After Eren focused on the glowing letter, the green color became even more eye-catching, and then before he could react, the green suddenly broke away from the letter and instantly flew into Alan's mind.

Alan only felt a refreshing and pleasant breath melt into the magic in his mind, and then, inexplicably, he broke away from his body.

Like a tiny elf, Eren floats above his body, observing the world from a perspective similar to that of magical perception, but with a clearer perspective.

From this point of view, everything around you seems to come to life.

In the sea breeze blowing in from the window, countless particles of water and wind elements came to him "in front of him" and danced a wonderful dance around him.

In the big underground, the gray-black earth element vibrated slightly, as if welcomed, and under the sun, countless fire elements emitted bursts of unique blazing light, cheering warmly.

Only the dark elements in the shadows of the bookshelves are not reflected, but when Alan looks at it, he can still feel a wonderful "emotion".

seems to be indifferent, but in fact it is quietly welcomed.

Alan was immersed in this state and fluttered unconsciously, and following the inexplicable guidance, he came to a corner of the desk, where a bunch of blooming sunflowers shook in the wind.

Enveloped in Alan's consciousness, the green light melted into the sunflower, and then, Eren found himself as if he had become a seed.

The reluctance and apprehension when falling off from the mother flower, the powerlessness and drifting with the flow when being collected by the farmer, tossing and turning, and finally being planted under the earth, the comfort and gratitude when the land and water source are fed, the painful persistence when the seeds crack and sprout, constantly absorb the surrounding nutrients, desperately let themselves grow, and finally grit their teeth to break through the shackles of the earth, stretch their bodies, and usher in the first ray of sunshine in life!

The immersive memory came to an abrupt end here, the green light wrapped in the will dissipated, and Eren opened his eyes.

He let out a sigh of nostalgia, and then felt the anomaly of the magic in his mind, and couldn't help but feel it.

In his mind, what was originally only a little bit of magic power has quietly increased to three times its original size!

"Elven meditation method?" Alan felt the extra piece of information in his mind, and his mood was complicated.

Unconsciously, it seems that you owe a good favor?

Why did Ms. Wind help him? Is it because of blood, or something else?

After thinking for a while, Alan finally shook his head. Whatever the purpose of Ms. Wind, this favor Alan is owed, that's a fact.

"Looks like we'll have to find some time to visit the Night Forest after the fish-man invasion. Alan muttered, looking indifferently at the flowers on the table.

"Was it planted in a flower field by a flower farmer, then tossed and turned, and finally bought by the housekeeper?"

With inexplicable emotions, Alan reached out and touched the sunflower on the table.

The flowers trembled slightly, and a sense of intimacy emerged from it, and the wonderful transmission reached the bottom of Alan's heart.

Thinking of Raphael's exclamation, Alan sighed inexplicably.

Life?

No

This is not life, this is nature!