Golden sunlight shone from the sky, enveloping the entire valley, and a majestic city could be seen in the shade of lush forests.

The city is surrounded by towering walls surrounded by clear water, and towering spired towers are erected on top of the walls...

The city is lined with elaborate elf-style buildings, and a beautiful, resplendent palace is clustered in the middle.

The elven palace bathed in the morning light was brilliant and beautiful.

Dol Bretanna is a valley located at the eastern end of Aden, at the foot of the Blue Mountains, bordering Aden and Livia.

It belonged to the elves centuries ago, and humans came to occupy the area, driving the elves that inhabit it into the mountains.

During the Second Northern War, a deal between Francesca Findabey and Emperor Nilfgaard Enshir Enreis brought the Valley of Flowers back into the hands of the Elves.

When the humans of Dole Bretanner heard that they had to leave their homes and return the valley to its original occupants, they turned the entire valley to rubble out of anger and resentment.

Francesca Findabey, the queen of the elves, and her right-hand sage, Ada Emin, returned to her former glory after only a few years.

The soil of the valley has the ashes left behind by previous acts of vandalism as fertilizer, the annual harvest is staggering, and the ruins are quickly replaced by new palaces.

Dol Bretanner is now the only elven country in the north, and the only pure land left by the elves outside of the Blue Mountains, where about 2,000 elves have settled.

Queen Franceska, known as the most beautiful woman in the world, was walking by the lake below the palace at this time, enjoying a rare moment of peace.

She was dressed in a red lace-trimmed dress, her long dark blonde hair was coiled into two beautiful balls on the left and right sides of her head, and her fair and feminine hand held a withered flower.

Looking at the withered yellow flowers in her hands, a touch of gloom appeared in the queen's beautiful blue eyes.

The rich magic gathered in the slender jade's hands, and the withered flower was re-energized, blooming again like a new bud, turning into a white rose with full petals.

"It's beautiful!" An elven female officer beside her sighed heartily, "I've never seen magic like this before. ”

The queen smiled softly, plucked the rose from her hand, handed it to her, and continued on her way.

"My favorite thing to do when I was a kid was to go picking flowers with my mother.

When she died, I left one in her memory.

One day, the flowers began to wither...

When I held that flower, I don't know why, but I felt warm in my heart.

Then, the flower bloomed again..."

Francesca spoke, her left hand gently caressing another withered flower in the garden beside her.

The withered yellow flowers immediately bloomed again at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"For many years, I cast this spell over and over again until my father found out.

At this time he wanted to lead the whole village against me, but he failed...

Gage held him down, and I slit his throat..."

At this, an inexplicable smile appeared on the queen's face, and she looked at the female officer with a somewhat pale face and continued:

"Shortly thereafter, a statue was erected in the village to pay my respect..."

"Her Majesty," interrupted Francesca's memories by a hurried attendant, and she whispered, "The sage is back!" ”

"Oh, where is she?"

"The back garden of the Hall of the Sages."

Soon after, when the queen walked through the spacious, tall and beautiful Hall of the Sages to the flower-filled back garden, she saw Ada Emin crouching among the flowers.

"You're here."

As soon as she stepped into the garden, a crisp and pleasant voice came to her, and the elven sage in a yellow dress greeted her, but did not look back.

"What are you doing?"

Francesca quickened her pace curiously, there was no one around, she didn't need to continue to maintain a dignified and majestic image.

Ida didn't answer her, still cautiously continuing her work.

The queen saw her friend holding a test tube and pouring the blood out of the dirt.

She didn't ask any more, just stood aside with a curious expression, watching quietly.

"Foilé" (ancient language)

Ada put away the test tube that still had half a tube of blood left, and then stretched out her snow-white jade hand and began to cast a spell on the blood-soaked soil.

After a few moments, several weeds were growing vigorously from the ground, and the leaves were still stained with blackened blood.

"Still no," the elven sage stood up in disappointment, her delicate face full of frustration.

"What kind of blood is this?"

Francesca asked again, and as soon as she heard the spell, she understood her friend's intentions.

The sage wants to give birth to some plant out of his blood.

"Blood containing the blood of a thin elder." Ada glanced at her, her azure eyes thoughtful, "It seems that only the pure blood of an elder can give birth to a child of the sun. ”

As he spoke, the elven sage gathered his pretty red hair and tied them back with a green ribbon.

"The blood of that witcher?" The queen frowned, "When are you going to end your game?" ”

"Games?" Ida was a little dissatisfied when she heard this, and her tone became cold, "You think I'm playing a game?" ”

"I didn't mean that," the queen hurriedly explained, seeing that she was angry, "I just don't understand why you spend so much time on this. ”

"Because this matter is at stake in my fate, and our future," the elven sage sighed and said nothing more.

She shook the amber pendant that hung from her chest, glanced at Francesca, and walked briskly past her, towards the laboratory next to the Hall of the Sages.

"What the hell do you see?"

"I saw everything, but I didn't see anything, everything was blurred, so I had to find out for myself."

"You wait for me" Seeing that the other party's footsteps continued to move forward, the queen reluctantly walked a few steps and followed the elven sage, "How is the matter over there in the Blue Mountain?" ”

Ida stopped, turned her head and asked suspiciously, "What's the matter?" ”

"It's about letting the compatriots of the Blue Mountains return to the Valley of Hundred Flowers."

"Oh, the elves of the valley are not willing, and the rest of the country should not be a big problem, they are all poor, and hope for a better life."

The elven sage remembered this, thought for a moment and continued: "The compatriots of the valley are accustomed to living without fighting with the world, and they are reluctant to step out of the Blue Mountain. ”

"The elves of the valley listen to you, and if you want them to go out of the mountain, isn't it just a matter of your words?"

Francesca is a little anxious, the population of the Valley of Hundred Flowers is withering, and she desperately wants more elves to join, and the powerful residents of the Blue Mountain Valley are her key recruits.

"But I don't want to!" Ida glanced at her, her tone calm, as if she was just saying something normal.

"Okay, then I'll send someone to pick up my compatriots scattered in other parts of the Blue Mountains first."

The queen understands the character of her friend and knows that it is useless to talk too much, so she can only accept reality for the time being.

"I'm going to be busy now, if you have nothing else to do, please go back!"

The elven sage was in a hurry to do the experiment, so he unceremoniously ordered the eviction of the guest, and after speaking, he ignored her and walked straight to the laboratory.

"I said, we haven't seen each other in a while, so we can't talk for a while?"

Francesca angrily followed, and also entered the room.

"Oh!"

Seeing her follow, Ada didn't care, and continued to keep herself busy.

Seeing the elven sage sitting in front of the experimental table, engrossed in doing things, without the slightest intention of talking, the queen was a little helpless.

But she didn't want to leave like that, so she walked to the nearby lounge area and sat down in an arm-backed chair.

Seeing a book on the wooden table beside her, Francesca picked it up curiously.

"You're actually reading this kind of book?" The queen, who had read the title of the book clearly, looked up in surprise and disbelief.

On the brown book cover in her hand, there are a few big words: "On the Self-cultivation of Actors - Stephen Singh".