Pandan was very happy, "Yes, yes, it's great that you can teach me, Mr. Al." There's a lot I don't know about human magic. ”

Al looked at the little girl in front of him with admiration, if a gifted human who has never studied magic can be compared to a blank sheet of paper, then pandan grass is a sponge that has never been impregnated.

She has an amazing talent that is rare even among dark elves. What's even more valuable is that she also has a curiosity and exploration that are extremely rare among dark elves, which is the most important character and heart for the study of magic.

Al not only hopes to pass on his knowledge of magic to pandan grass, but also hopes to teach him the spirit of human exploration and research methods.

And some of the scientific knowledge he remembers, on Earth.

Al hopes that pandan grass is really like a sponge, constantly absorbing this knowledge and spirit and turning it into his own nourishment. The gifts of the elves are combined with the knowledge and spirit of humans to paint the most wonderful colors.

And this color may be the origin of this world.

"Teacher Medea, you once said that I may be closer to the door of truth than you are, and more likely to push open the closed door that no one has ever reached. ”

"However, I know that I am just an ordinary person who has seen a different scenery, and I really can't afford such hopes and expectations. ”

"Maybe this little dark elf girl in front of me can really do it. To be able to push open that door and see what the world is really like. ”

"I look forward to it from the bottom of my heart and bless it. ”

El and pandan grass, one speaks seriously, the other listens carefully, and time always flies. It's just that Al gradually found that the little guy Pandan seemed to be a little uneasy.

"What's the matter, pandan, do you think it's boring?", Al asked softly.

He examined himself in his heart: "According to the age, pandan grass is only equivalent to a child about ten years old in human beings. At this time, children are playful and noisy, and I really talked a little boring. ”

"Not really. Magnolia shook her head, "Mr. Al is interesting, it's just ......," she looked around. pouted and said, "My sister has already arrived on weekdays, why haven't I seen her figure for half a day today." ”

As soon as the pandan grass said this, Al Fang realized: Yes, the nightingale is usually the most slimy pandan grass. Three-quarters of the day is spent around pandan grass. On weekdays, I saw Al and Pandan so close, and I greeted him with a punch earlier, why haven't I seen it now?

Al also knew that Pandan Grass was a little unsettled now, so he said: "There is no hurry to study, Pandan Grass, you go to your sister first." ”

Pandan grass said "um" and ran out of the house, who knew that she had never come back.

"Could it be something happened to the Moonlight Clan?" muttered to Al.

He walked out of the house, only to be stopped by a nearby dark elf.

"Shhhh Hide back in the house, don't come out, don't make too much noise, and don't make too much noise with your companions. ", said the dark elf.

"What's going on, is something wrong?", Al whispered.

"The Shadow Clan has sent an envoy here, and the patriarch and elders have gone to receive them, if they see it, I'm afraid there will be some trouble. ”

Al nodded in understanding and retreated back into the room.

"The Shadow Clan has sent emissaries, what are they for, and is it because of the recent food crisis?", Al thought silently.

After the glow of the fireflies dimmed twice, Al finally met Nightingale and Pandan again, and learned from her what had happened.

"The Shadow Clan has sent an emissary inviting Mother to a meeting of their clan to discuss the recent food crisis. ", said the nightingale.

"It's right to hold a meeting, not only the Moonlight Clan, but also the Glowing Mheatles of other clans should have been destroyed by the dwarves. Now is the time for the whole clan to come together to get through this. Al said.

"It's just that we've already succeeded in cultivating the Glowing Wheat, as long as we master the method, coupled with magic like Nature's Grace, it won't be difficult for the Dark Elves to survive the difficulties. ”

"All we need to do is exclude the emissaries and go to the other clans to spread the word about cultivating the Luminescent Wheat. Al said after a moment's thought.

"But my mother didn't let us, and she told us to keep it a secret until the time of this meeting, and then to spread the word about the cultivation of fluorescent wheat. Nightingale said with some confusion.

Al's heart suddenly struck, what is the matriarch doing here? Seeing all kinds of conspiracies and tricks, Al, who has been blackened, immediately flashed all kinds of bad thoughts in his mind.

"Buying people's hearts. That's Al instinctively the first thought.

"The matriarch is going to announce the method of cultivating fluorescent wheat in front of the other patriarchs at the conference, so as to become the savior of the entire dark elf clan. ”

It's just that he quickly denied his opinion, "It doesn't make sense, if the Moonlight Clan sends an envoy to the various clans to preach the method of cultivating the Glowing Wheat, then the Moonlight Clan is still the savior of the Dark Elf Clan, and this will not change much." ”

On the contrary, if the matriarch delayed it until the conference and then publicized it, she would fall into a bad position, giving people a deliberate impression, but it was not beautiful. ”

"Then why is she?", Al thought about it, and after negating several possibilities, he finally came up with one that he thought was the most likely.

"Lead the snake out of the hole. The matriarch wanted to see what the Shadow Clan was trying to make trouble with such a conference. Looks like she's suspicious of the Shadow Clan, too?"

With this in mind, Al said to the Nightingale, "I want to meet the patriarch and have something important to discuss. ”

Nightingale looked at Al inexplicably, "If you want to see it, you can see it, you don't know where your mother lives, why don't you tell me?"

Al was stunned for a moment, and then he realized that there were not so many rules and classes among the dark elves. If you want to see the patriarch, you can go directly, you don't need a relationship, and you don't need to report it.

The elves believe in freedom, believing that each individual is independent. The patriarch elected by each clan bears more of an obligation and responsibility, but does not have many rights.

For the dark elves, there is neither legal constraint nor coercion by violent organs, and they obey the orders of their patriarchs and elders, more out of custom and trust.

Each patriarch is recognized as the brightest and wisest person in the clan.