"Do you know? It is said that the secret recipe for improving physical fitness and quenching qualifications is to use expensive spiritual objects, most of which come from nature. It can be said that even the best alchemist can't make an excellent secret recipe with a few pieces www.biquge.info of wood, but on the other hand, if it is the most outstanding spiritual object, even if there is no alchemist, it can play these roles, or even better. Whereas... The most physical-improving spiritual creature in the whole of Valadei comes from the elven race. Nelina explained.

"I've never seen an elven before, let alone sought these spiritual objects from the elves. Could it be... Peter, that friend you know is from the Elves!"

"Yes, and the princess of the elven clan, when she was chased by the enemy, she fell weakly at my door, I risked being discovered by a mysterious strong man, and carried her into the house......" Nellina excitedly told the legendary story.

After realizing the importance of Nerina's friend, this time, Muse can only listen patiently to the stories told by Nellina, and more importantly, he has never seen a real elf, and is a little curious about what kind of elf he is.

After three hours of narration, Nellina brought the curtain down on this wonderful story.

"Where is she now, I'll go to her at once. This sentence was swallowed in Muse's mouth for three full hours, and finally he had a chance to say it.

"That's not necessary, she's around here, I'll find a time for you to meet. Let's talk about it first, it's not easy to get the spirit objects of the elf clan, and even, this is already at the holy level. Even if she really agrees to you, the conditions proposed must be very difficult, don't think that this million gold coins is a lot, and the really expensive things can't be measured by money. Nerina said seriously.

"No matter how difficult the conditions, I will try to do it, and I promised Philomena that I would give her the best conditions and let the world look up to her. Muse said calmly, but in a firm tone. This is not just a promise, he hopes that through these conditions, he can eliminate Philomena's inferiority.

"Muse—" Philomena tried to open her mouth to say something, but her mouth opened open, but there were only three short words.

"Muse, you're right, if you can really fulfill the conditions of the elven race, then Philomena's ability to get a holy relic at this age must be the best treatment, even the heirs of the empire have never had such treatment. Nellina nodded.

"If you can do it!" added Nellina.

Even if Nelina had faith in Muse, she didn't dare to say that the result would be perfect, after all, it was a sacred relic of the elves.

......

"So, just for this little thing, you asked me to give him the water of life, you are kidding, the water of life is one of the three treasures of the elves. It takes only one bottle to condense every thousand years, and even the water of life used by the best geniuses of your human race is only diluted. Nellina, are you sure you're not kidding?"

In the mirror in front of Nerina's eyes, it is not her own face reflected, but a delicate girl, with long hair shawls as white as snow, and the most conspicuous thing is that the tips of her ears are as agile as wings, and the position of her facial features is just the perfect proportion, like a work of art carefully carved by the Creator. At this time, this delicate pretty face showed a look of consternation on the front.

Sarotya, the fourth and youngest princess of the elves, is Nellina's best friend.

They have a good relationship, they talk about everything, and more importantly, they have the same interest, and that is the pursuit of literature. But none of this can justify giving the water of life to others.

If Nellina wants to use it herself, Sarotya can be the master and give some diluted eaux-de-vie. But now it was the case that the eaux-de-vie were not to be used by Nellina, but to a stranger whom Shalotia had never met. Salotia thinks that she is still quite kind, and she usually reaches out to help injured monsters when she sees them, but to do this, this is definitely not kindness, but stupidity. What's more, what that person wants is the complete water of life.

At the expense of an entire race for the sake of a stranger whom has never been seen before, this matter is definitely a joke that can be passed down for thousands of years.

"Don't get excited, Sarotya, I didn't tell you to give it for nothing. Nellina said calmly.

"Even if it's not for nothing, I don't think he can afford this price, even if it is your human race, only a person of the level of Master Dao Lhasa can pay this price, but for the sake of your lover, I will give him a few drops of diluted water of life. "Sarotya doesn't have a good breath.

A drop of complete water of life, if a whole bottle can be diluted in order to preserve the effect of the second-level spiritual object, for the sake of Nerina's face, it is not impossible for Sarotya to take it out.

"He's just my friend!" Nerina glared at the girl across the mirror, as if she wouldn't let her go easily if she was right in front of her.

"If that's the case, then there's no reason to give it away, or do you think he has the ability to pay a price comparable to the water of life?"

"What is the index for exchanging the water of life?" asked Nerina with an eyebrow.

"A psychic treasure!" said Shalotia earnestly.

"It's a bit difficult, but you probably know that there's a new genre in the literary world called poetry. Nellina changed the subject without a trace.

Shalotia was a little puzzled, but she still followed Nerina's topic and said: "Of course, maybe the poetry genre was created by the writers of your human race, but I can say without hesitation that in the whole of Valadi, in terms of the quality of the poetry library, our elven race is superior to your human race. ”

As she spoke, Sarotya looked up proudly, as if looking at Nellina condescendingly.

As soon as the poetry genre spread, it immediately arose among the elves, and due to the limited length of the poetry genre, it was not welcomed by some writers, but it was a completely different treatment among the elves.

All of Valadi knows that the elves have two hobbies, one is song and the other is literature, and the poetry genre perfectly harmonizes the two great hobbies of the elves, which is simply a genre created for the elves.

When the genre of poetry was circulated, almost immediately, the elves fully recognized the status of the poetic genre and ruled that the poetic genre was an indispensable part of the elves in the future.

It is precisely because of the elves' attention and attitude towards the poetry genre that the elven poetry library is the first among all races.

Nellina smiled softly.

"Can you elves write works of the level of Master Tagore?"

"It's... I have to admit that the legend left by Master Tagore is not surpassing it in a short time, he is recognized as the first person of poetry by our elves, and he is also a respected literary master in our literary world. Salotya's tone was a little awkward, and every elf loved the poetry genre, and they sincerely sighed that it was a gift from fate.

But the embarrassing thing is that the creatures who created this genre are not elves, but humans, when this question is mentioned, Salotia's mood is entangled, on the one hand, it is her favorite writing, on the other hand, it is the race she lives in, Salotia doesn't know what kind of mood to use to face it, the palms and backs of her hands are full of meat, and nothing is right.

"Do you think that if Master Tagore writes the poem himself, can he exchange it for a drop of complete eaux-de-vie at the price of this?" said Nerina slowly.

The moment she heard this, Sarotya's face was shocked like a thunderbolt from the sky, and her delicate pretty face seemed to be stunned and frozen in the mirror. After a long time, she spoke in disbelief.

"You say... Written by Master Tagore himself... Could it be that friend you're talking about—" Sarotya's tone was very agitated, and her words were staccato and staccato, and she had not yet recovered from the shock that Nerina had brought.

Who Tagore is, the finest poet in literature today, is recognized and there is no doubt about it. At the same time, he is also the fastest literary master to become famous, leaving the world with only two works a peak that is difficult to climb. On top of that, he is also a mysterious writer whose information is blank except for his name.

After realizing that Tagore deliberately concealed his identity, Daurasa personally sat in the Literary Society, eliminated all the clues about Tagore, blocked all the roads leading to the truth, and forced the elven spies to return helplessly.

Muse didn't know that with his own hidden methods, if it weren't for the help of Daurasa, he would have been dug up and even knew about his childhood.