The area shrouded by the World Tree was quiet and peaceful, like a beautiful paradise in a fairy tale, and the points of light circling around the air roots flickered from time to time, like the twinkling stars in the sky. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Under the starry sky composed of the canopy of info trees, there is a flat lawn, of course, if you calculate by area, there is an area of one or two square kilometers, and perhaps it would be more accurate to call it grassland. On the grassland, the green grass is soft and fresh at an ankle height, occasionally swaying gently with the breeze, and stepping on it feels soft under your feet, as if you are about to fly into the clouds.

There are no walls on the grass, but there are many tables, chairs and counters scattered around, forming a lot of open-air shops, taverns and restaurants, many elves and a small number of creatures of other races stay on the grass, or look for goods to buy at the counter, or sit in a circle around the table to drink and eat, and some simply lie directly on the grass, looking up at the starry sky formed by the canopy of trees overhead, looking very comfortable, looking intoxicated.

The people who run the shop are mainly elves, but there are occasional creatures of other races, all of which are high-level professionals, perhaps tired of adventure, and chose to live in the elven court after retirement, or maybe they are just temporarily short of gold coins, and use selling things to solve their financial crisis. However, whatever the specific reason, their faces were filled with happy smiles, and it was clear that life in the Elven Court had filled their hearts with joy.

In general, the elves here are still the absolute majority, and the number of aliens is only one-twentieth at most, and maybe even less. However, this is also understandable, after all, the Lost Forest where the Elven Court is located is also quite dangerous, and it is difficult for low-level professionals to enter, even if they are high-level professionals, if they are not familiar with the Lost Forest, they will have a high risk of death after entering, even if they are lucky enough to survive, without the elves to lead the way, the chance that they can find the Elven Court is not higher than the chance of an ordinary person who finally succeeds in becoming a god along the way. In this case, the proportion of the number of aliens in the royal court is not surprising at all.

"Whoosh", another firework flew into the sky, and the fireworks strangely penetrated the air roots of many World Trees, exploding in the space under the canopy, and the scattered flames illuminated the canopy brightly. This scene in front of her, which deviated from common sense, made Catherine Huo Ran turn her head, stared at Vral and asked: "What's going on? This can't be regarded as between reality and illusion, right, what you just said is actually problematic, you said that you can decide whether others can see and touch this World Tree, who are you referring to? The elves are all individuals, and everyone's thoughts are different." Like the fireworks, is it the person who decided that the fireworks can pass through the World Tree like an apparition? What if he decides that the World Tree is illusory at this time, but it happens to conflict with the decisions of other people? Moreover, is this decision not only for aliens, but even for objects?"

Vral didn't answer, just smiled faintly and shook his head, his expression was not only full of grace and nobility that a queen should have, but also full of mystery and reserve. Catherine was stunned for a moment, nodded with a wry smile: "I'm sorry, it's me who is wrong, this is the most secret thing of this race, I really shouldn't have asked, I'm sorry." ”

"It's nothing, it's just that this is indeed the top secret of the elves, and I can't go into too much detail. "So, the rest of the content can only be understood and imagined by yourself, real or illusory, you can observe it yourself." ”

"I see. Catherine nodded, and suddenly let out a low cry of surprise: "This person ...... But it's not like an elf at all, it's so special. ”

What Catherine saw was the elf who set off the fireworks. Over the years, every elf Catherine has met is elegant and noble, wearing the most decent clothes, combing her hair neatly, and keeping her body neat and tidy no matter how difficult the situation is, such appearance characteristics have almost become the label of elves. But the firework elf in front of him was obviously different, his clothes were crooked, his hair and beard were unkempt, his nails looked like they hadn't been trimmed for a long time, and his face was dirty, just like the scene when the girls first met Pannis, of course, Pannis was more exaggerated than this elf at that time.

He ...... What's the matter?" Catherine asked tentatively, "Is there something wrong with the blow?"

After the fireworks, the elf sat on the grass with his back against the root of a bare World Tree, and even his eyes were motionless, and if he didn't blink occasionally, he would really make others think that it was a statue. As the maidens passed by him, they could hear a string of undetectable words coming out of his throat, and the language he spoke was not a lingua franca, it sounded very awkward, and the frequency of words was very slow, and if it had been listened to for a long time, it must have been very hypnotic. However, he speaks this awkward language very skillfully, and there is no jerky feeling at all.

"The light, the night sky, the vanishing, the shooting stars, the flowers blooming, the flowers falling, the rivers, the life. Pannis whispered in the girls' ears: "He said Elven language, not a sentence, basically these words over and over again, and some of the content like babble I didn't translate, it was probably just that he made some noise." ”

"It's creating. Freya had been in contact with a number of poets and playwrights, and was obviously familiar with the state of these people when they were in writing, so she whispered: "It sounds like a poem, not quite like an opera." ”

"Well, it's creating. Vral nodded and said affirmatively: "He had the inspiration to write another poem the other day, but he quickly got into trouble, and it is said that what he wrote was always almost a feeling, so he spent most of his day thinking about it, so it became what he is now." ”

"It doesn't look like it was a recent time. Vivien, who has a scholarly rigor, immediately saw the problem: "I look at his hair, beard and nails, and I'm afraid he's been in this state for at least a year." ”

"It's been less than two years. Vral said rightly, "That's why I said it wasn't long ago." ”

"Well, I was wrong. Vivien patted the top of her head with a floppy hat and sighed, "Judging by your concept of time, it was not that long ago. ”

"What kind of poems does he want to create?" Freya asked with interest, "on what subject?"

"I don't know. Vral shook his head and said, "He's never been public. (To be continued.) )