When the galloping carriage finally stopped in front of the gate of the Night Tribe after running for half a night, the elves in the last round of the tribe had just taken over the magic lantern in the hands of the previous round of elves.

Yi Fan slowly opened his eyes in Acera's soft call, and there was still a trace of moisture in the corners of his eyes, but even he didn't know why just a dream would make him cry.

He didn't see the knight's future in the end, and even now, even when he woke up, he couldn't confirm whether the forgotten love in his hand had anything to do with the staff used by the sorceress in his dream!

Thinking that Baroque had also lived on this continent for a long time, Yi Fan subconsciously called the former a few times in his mind, but there was no response!

The battle with the rabid dog seemed to consume too much of Baroque's strength, so he hadn't woken up until now, and he didn't know how long his slumber would last! Yi Fan thought with a solemn face while holding the staff in his hand tightly.

Everything happened too suddenly, and all strange or familiar figures appeared in front of him when he was not ready to accept it at all, which made Yi Fan, who had originally planned to help the Night Tribe win the competition, to start trying to quickly integrate into this world before he understood this world.

"Yi Fan?" The first to notice Yi Fan's strangeness was still the sensitive and gentle Aethera, and when a few people passed through the tribe gate, she finally couldn't help but ask Yi Fan.

She obviously knew that the boy cried when he fell asleep, and she also knew that the boy's heart was still not very calm now.

"It's okay, I'm just a little tired, and every time I go out, I don't seem to have a good time!" Yi Fan tried to squeeze out a smile, but in the eyes of others, the smile was more or less bitter.

Looking at Yi Fan's appearance, Saber didn't speak, today's battle made her seem to know the man in front of her better, or rather, let her value this man more. So, she chose the way that best allowed men to maintain their dignity, and that was silence.

"You're back, Lord Divine Messenger, Ethera!" When several people walked silently to the place where the tribal patriarch lived, a figure who had been waiting outside the room for a long time immediately hurried up to meet him.

Ysera, if Ivan remembers correctly, this elf with the same hair color and pupils as Aysera, was one of the two female elves he saw when he opened his eyes on the first day, Aethera's sister, the most powerful priest in the entire tribe.

As soon as he saw this woman, Yi Fan's mouth instinctively recalled a bitter taste, which was the clearest smell he felt every day after he hid in that secret room after fighting rabid dogs, and that smell even made him forget the pain of the battle immediately after being trained by Saber with all his might.

Because, that taste is even more bitter!

Thinking of this, Yi Fan didn't have time to think about other things for a while, because his mind was now full of happiness that he was not injured again when he fought Othello!

"Sister, why are you here? Are you waiting for us?" it was already late in the night, so Aethra asked suspiciously before she could catch it.

"Father is waiting for you. Hearing Aysera's inquiry, Isera pointed to the still bright room behind her, and said in a serious tone, "The elders are also here, and they want to see the Divine Envoy." ”

In the room lit by the magic lamp, there were all kinds of figures, and it was clear that, as Ysera had said, there were many people there, waiting for someone, or rather for an answer.

Yi Fan, who was closely following Aethra, naturally heard Ysera's words, so subconsciously, he turned his head to Wendina, the green-haired huntress who followed them.

"We rushed back as soon as we met, so the news shouldn't have come back yet. The huntress obviously understood the meaning of Yi Fan's eyes, so she immediately explained to him.

Isn't it because of being attacked? Then, it must be because of the competition! When Yi Fan turned around, he couldn't help but think, after all, just a moment ago, he really thought of this question.

"Let's go in!" As he spoke, Yi Fan handed the staff in his hand to Saber, except for a few people, not many people in the tribe knew the girl's true identity.

I don't know for what reason, the people who knew the fact that Saber was summoned at the beginning tacitly kept this secret very tacitly, or rather, under the influence of some unknown force, they all chose to help Yi Fan keep the secret.

Seeing Yi Fan's gesture, after taking the staff in Yi Fan's hand, Saber left, and the direction she went to was the room where Yi Fan improved his strength some time ago.

The people in the room looked impatient, and there was even a faint anger on the faces of a few elders, and when Yi Fan and the others followed Ysera into the room, an old man in a golden silk robe was saying something to Simon with a smile on his face.

"According to reliable information, the Darkmoon Tribe's Bigg has reached the realm of a high-level elf, although he has been forcibly improved through medicine, his strength is already equivalent to an elite mid-level elf......!"

"What's wrong with me?" Yi Fan, who was not in a very good mood when he heard the old man's words, said in a reproachful tone.

As early as the last banquet, he had already felt that this old man was hostile to him, so relatively speaking, he didn't plan to give him any good looks now! After all, he had unknowingly offended even such a behemoth as the Holy See, and such an elder-level commodity was not very important to him!

Although the "......" was extremely arrogant in front of Simon, when Yi Fan really stood in front of him, the old man obviously no longer dared to continue to speak ill of him, so after a long time of hesitation, he returned to his seat with a shameful face.

"Lord Divine Envoy, you are back, how did you buy things?" Seeing Yi Fan come back, Simon's originally dark face immediately smiled, and while looking at Yi Fan, he asked busily.

Obviously, Simon, the character of that guy Perrault, is also unpredictable, and he doesn't dare to confirm whether Yi Fan can get the thing that is said to be in Perrault's hands.

"Yes, I got it. Yi Fan nodded at Simon, then turned to stare at Fortai, "It's no exaggeration to say that as long as I don't get stumped by some sinister people now, then defeating a character like that martial artist last time is just a matter of moving my fingers for me!"

Yi Fan's tone was very wild, and even in his life experience, he had never said such a thing! But he felt that such arrogance was necessary, whether it was to deter the opponent in front of him, or to make those guys who hid in the shadows think they were smart and despise themselves!

"However, Grand Elder Connor had already said last time, and he agreed to my original request, so even if the Divine Envoy has now regained most of his strength, according to the original plan, Raphael will still be mixed into the team of this competition!" Yi Fan's momentum seemed to shock Foltai, but after the latter lowered his head and dodged Yi Fan's eyes for a while, he suddenly raised his head and said loudly to everyone present.

He had pulled out Connor's sign, the man who was most important to the whole tribe! Connor wasn't here, but Simon knew that by the time Foltai said it, the result couldn't be changed!

The only good thing is probably that the god envoy can also participate in the competition! In other words, the final reward of that competition will not necessarily fall into Fortai's hands! Simon pressed his hands on the table with his hands folded, and there was a faint glint in his eyes......