I heard the story of the first Elven King, who led three tribes out of the center of the world in order to keep their people away from the war, and they built twelve great ships out of the strongest white elm, using the fur of sea beasts as sails, and sailed the sea for 429 days, going through all kinds of hardships and tribulations that ordinary people could not imagine, and finally only two boats remained, and when the food and water were running out one after another, and everyone was desperate, an ocean current sent them here, and when they first looked here, guess what he saw？”

"What did they see?" said several aristocratic girls, who could not care to maintain their ladylike image, as they approached and chirped.

They saw a rainbow, it was so beautiful and shining, but like all beautiful things in the world, the rainbow lasted only a short time, well, maybe half a magic, and then it disappeared, so when the elves settled down in the land and established their own kingdom, they decided to build a rainbow at the harbor that would never disappear to commemorate this great voyage. The man stretched out his hand and pointed to the giant arch in front of the harbor behind him, which was more than sixty meters high and inlaid with 429 moonstones, "Ladies and ladies, it is my honor to introduce you to the architectural marvel from the Elven Realm, the Silver Moon ......of Rosem," but the man's impassioned voice was interrupted mercilessly in the middle of his speech.

"Don't take his word for it, the Silver Moon Arch of Lossham is not meant to commemorate any great voyage, but is a fourteenth birthday present from His Majesty Wickwood to his youngest daughter, Princess Lossem, who is the most precious treasure of the Elven race, and whose beauty is said to overshadow the moon. ”

A female elf in Mithril armor jumped onto the deck, with long silver hair and brown eyes, a physical trait unique to the Elven royal family.

When the two elven boatmen saw the latter's face, their expressions immediately changed, and they bowed their heads and said respectfully, "Princess Promea." ”

"You have to admit that my version is a little more romantic, better than your story of His Majesty the King who is desperate to buy gifts in order to amuse his daughter. The man shrugged.

The first Elven King, Wickwood, had a supreme reputation in the elven world and was deeply loved by the elves, so when they heard someone say this, the two elven boatmen were furious, and if it weren't for the presence of Princess Promia, they swore that they would have left this nasty and arrogant man off the ship.

"Unfortunately, most historical stories are not too romantic, because they are written by the victors, and those who are too romantic usually do not survive to the end. The silver-haired elf said lightly, "Am I right, President D'Artagion." ”

D'Ardarion saluted, "Don't come unharmed, Princess Promea. ”

The silver-haired female elf's serious face showed a smile for the first time, and returned the salute, "I heard that you are married, and the object is not Olavian, it's a pity." ”

"yes, her loss. ”

"Heh, I thought you would be a little thinner when you became the president of the Wizards' Guild. ”

"As you can see, I've only been in this position for less than three months, so I guess I'm going to need some time to get used to it. ”

The ferry docked, and Promia disembarked first, "Come, my father is already waiting for you at the palace." ”

This is not the first time the two have met, as Promia also happened to be on a friendly visit to Gudris when he first went south to challenge many of the masters of the Southern Academy of Magic, and the latter was invited to become the notary of Olavien's battle with D'Addarion, and the two met at that time.

"You don't look like much has changed. Said the president of the Wizards' Guild.

"I almost didn't recognize you, if you were walking down the street now, you would probably be arrested by the guards. ”

D'Ardarion rolled his eyes, "I admit that life has done something to me over the years, hmm...... It's a little groomed, but it's not so obscene. ”

Elves have an average lifespan of about 200 years old, two to three times that of humans, and the two were about the same age when they first met, and after so many years, D'Artagion has successfully evolved from a handsome guy to a middle-aged man who changes his son's diaper and washes the bottle, while Promia is still a girl.

The silver-haired princess paused, "No, it's not that simple, because what your teacher and President Leonardo da Vinci did in Seta City has made the current situation very tense, and my father is considering ending all activities with the human nations, including trade, diplomacy, and even the possible deportation of immigrants, and now there are more and more voices in the country proposing to take advantage of this golden opportunity to use troops against the Terrans." ”

"What does your father think?"

"I don't know, he hasn't made a statement in front of everyone, but many of the main fighters are my father's people, so there are also many people who think that's what my father meant. ”

"Well, it looks like it's going to be a fun ride. ”

D'Ardarion took out the magic hat that symbolized the position of the president and placed it on his head, and then asked the elf, "Uh, should I go buy a souvenir or something, and then go to your father?"

"Trust me, that will only make the situation worse. ”

............

Some people say that the dwarves are the best race in the entire Dawn Continent, but the elves have always scoffed at this claim.

As the oldest and most noble race on the continent, in terms of understanding of art, if they consider themselves second, then no one dares to call them first, but the elves are sometimes too lazy and too clean, and they rarely can spend their lives with the fire like the dwarves, dedicating their lives to those repetitive and boring work.

But when they really want to get serious, they can still create amazing masterpieces.

For example, the Silvermoon Arch of Lossham in the harbor, and the palace of Alcves where the elven kings lived.

The latter, located in the heart of the city, is a sprawling palace complex built on a giant tree, the pinnacle of elven architectural craftsmanship.

Promia led D'Addarion to the wooden ladder, where the elven guards on either side saluted her.

The president of the Wizards' Guild craned his neck, "I've always had a question, don't you feel troublesome when you build a palace in a place like this every day?"

"Sometimes we need to make a little sacrifice for the sake of art, don't we? Promia smiled, "And elves are a race that admires nature, and living in such a vibrant place can keep our mood happy." ”