When the first faint rays of morning light poured in through the window, Levi woke up from his pale gray slumber, quickly got up from the bed, and reached out to grab the saber that was placed at the head of the bed. The sky outside the window was still gray, as if the haze had not yet opened. "It's still early. He told himself, but his mood was still as cloudy and heavy as the sky.

Levi thought he had gotten up early enough, but when he opened the door to the treehouse, he found that many people had already gathered in the empty field below, including Sir Rodriguez, the dwarven blacksmith master Braebe, the sniper archer Sir Grace, and the leader of the aborigines of the Corrupt Swamp. More than twenty tireless griffon knights stood on the outskirts, their majestic bodies wrapped in heavy steel armor standing still, the cold morning breeze tugging at the white satin-trimmed capes on their shoulders and the griffin feathers on their helmets, looking like a group of steel statues called "Loyal Guards".

To Levi's surprise, more than a dozen young Wild Elf Sword Dancers also appeared in the empty field, each with a look of unease on their faces. They were originally intended as the Aguero Patrol, tasked with keeping the Human Mission safe - or rather, monitoring its movements. Levi tried to communicate with them, but was simply ignored.

Larry Moonbow, a secret archer dressed in a grass-green outfit, was whispering something to the Wild Elf Sword Dancers. The order to declare his expulsion from the Moonwhisper Forest was delivered yesterday evening by a High Elf emissary, who was followed by several Elven Marksmen with disdainful expressions on their faces, whose mission was to bring some of Larry's personal belongings and "escort" him to ensure that he left the Moonwhisper Forest immediately as he was ordered.

Since Levi's intervention could only complicate matters, the Marquis of Osiris negotiated with the High Elves on behalf of the Kingdom Mission. The Elven Sky Knight's tone was stern and unyielding, and his slender body, as straight as a sword blade, emitted a faint green fighting aura glow, and the sense of coercion could even be clearly felt by the other members of the mission standing not far behind him. The High Elf envoy suffered even more, hurriedly replied a few words, and then wiped the sweat from his forehead and fell into defeat.

Fortunately, the elven royal court had already expected this result, and the High Elf envoy muttered something like "a traitor to a dog willing to be a human dog", and then turned away with a proud look. The elven marksmen followed, throwing what they were holding on the ground before leaving, their contemptuous attitude that made Larry Moonbow, who was standing beside the Marquis of Osiris, feel a tingle in his heart.

This was something he had expected when he missed his target, but it still made Larry Moonbow feel a little overwhelmed when the once reverent and adorable attitude of the sharpshooters turned to contempt. He barely maintained an expressionless grim attitude, but his face turned pale, and he did not dare to move until the figures disappeared into the jungle.

Larry Moonbow didn't have many personal belongings, except for two plain elven-style clothes, a pair of soft leather boots, two talisman daggers, and a few rose crystals and hardwood carved knick-knacks, which did not include his beloved bow of the red moon. This was also expected by Larry Moonbow, as the Red Moon Bow was not only a symbol of honor for him after passing the Secret Archer Trial, but also a symbol of the leader of the Moonwhisper Forest Elf Marksman's troops.

Larry Moon Bow now carries a dark and heavy steel warbow on his shoulder, which is not much inferior to the Red Moon Bow in terms of range and power, and Mr. Dish has promised to make him an Elven Longbow that is even better than the Red Moon Bow when he returns to Arthur's kingdom.

However, although Larry Moon Bow verbally thanked him, he did not believe that the old magician could do it.

Levi moved his hands and feet, stiff from poor sleep posture, and then carefully climbed down the rope ladder down the treehouse. His squire, the knight Grunvorm, immediately greeted him and assisted him in donning the light armor inlaid with the griffin coat of arms. The armor of the human knights was too heavy to wear and difficult to climb up the rope ladder of the treehouse, and even more difficult to climb down from it, so it was placed in the open field and guarded by the knights of the Mission's guards in shifts.

Seeing the griffon lord appear, Larry Moonbow said something to the wild elves, and then hurried over. "The Singer of Humanity...... No, Lord Regent," he bowed in accordance with elven etiquette, "the situation may have changed, and since yesterday afternoon, no wild elves have seen a trace of the Euniken Fitzeld martial master. ”

Levi frowned slightly, and guessed in an uncertain tone, "Maybe this is Master Uniken's habit before he competed in the Battle Dance Ring?"

"It doesn't make sense. For I can assure Maestro Unitacon that he will not show mercy in the ring of the War Dance, but not before the contest begins, but at least he will come to meet his most proud disciple, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince Loshion, whom he is loyal to, the Marquis of Osiris. Larry Moon Bow said in an anxious tone.

Levi pondered, "I should let Lord Osiris know about this right away." His gaze then swept over the crowd, but there was no sign of the Elven Celestial Knight, so he asked with some confusion, "Larry, Moon Bow, is Lord Osiris...... Haven't you gotten up yet?"

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince got up early in the morning and is now putting on makeup. Larry Moonbow replied.

"What? he's putting on makeup?" Levi couldn't help but blurt out, and because he was surprised, he didn't control the volume of his voice, and suddenly cut through the silence of the morning like a sharp sword, startling countless birds and beasts to scatter and flee, flapping their wings and the sound of birds and beasts roaring.

It turns out that the lingua franca of the elven archer really needs to be strengthened, and the Marquis of Osiris is certainly not the kind of narcissist who doesn't dare to appear without putting on good makeup. When the door to the treehouse opened, and a knight dressed as a war dancer, with a fancy and treacherous texture painted on his face and upper body, appeared in front of everyone, he was almost burned back by the burning gaze that came from all directions.

In fact, if it weren't for the presence of Mr. Dish and the Marquis of Osiris, the Green Lion might have done so.

"Don't say you want to change your outfit back all of a sudden, Lord Osiris. Mr. Dish sounded a little irritable, so much so that there was a hint of anger hidden in his always polite voice, "It would be ridiculous to keep my old man busy for an hour early in the morning, and to erase it again for fear of being seen for such a funny reason!"

"I'm not afraid!" retorted the Elven Knight in a somewhat stiff tone, "I'm just worried about Master Frederick if you can draw all these patterns correctly, the complexity of the War Dancer tattoo is not ordinary, even the Wild Elf Elders who are good at it have to be cautious." ”

"As an alchemy master, I guarantee that these patterns are correct, and if any of the Wild Elf elders object, it must be his mistake. Mr. Dish said in an authoritative and unquestioning tone.

The Marquis of Osiris looked at the intricate and delicate tattoo on his arm very uncomfortably, even if he was still and looked at for a long time, there was a dizzying feeling, this was indeed the effect of the war dancer tattoo. "But I always felt that something was wrong. The Knight muttered to himself and leaped from the treehouse.

The treehouse was a full twenty meters above the ground, but it was not enough height for a knight with Dou Qi strength to injure them, let alone the Marquis of Osiris, who was already able to fly briefly with his Sanctified Dou Qi. Mr. Dish then jumped down as well, layers of tiny white feathery light surrounding the old magician's body, causing him to fall like a feather.

The Wild Elf Sword Dancers gathered around, and many of them looked at the Marquis of Osiris with awe and envy at the cheeks and the delicate patterns on his body. War dancers usually have to endure pain for days or even half a month to have such an intricate tattoo, and it seems that it only takes an hour to hear from the old human magician?

"That's what you call makeup?" Levi threw a strange glance at Larry Moonbow, who spread his hands inexplicably, "Yes, Your Excellency Regent, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince's makeup...... Oh, I mean ......" he used an Elvi word that looked like a warbler crowing, and Levi could only sigh and tell him, "Learn the lingua franca." ”

It took more than ten minutes for the Marquis of Osiris to get used to the feeling of his upper body touching the cold morning breeze, but the burning gaze of those wild elf sword dancers still grilled his back, and he had to force himself not to care. "Your Excellency, Guardian of the Realm," he greeted Levi with an elven bow, "it's almost time, should we leave right away?"

Levi glanced up at the sky strangely, Flandara's golden face was blocked by the clouds, and it looked like a gold coin, but a glimmer of a red moon could still be seen in the sky. It looks like it's still in the early morning category, and it's still more than four hours before the afternoon. "Marquis Osiris, let's set off after breakfast, or is the battle dance ring too far away from here and we need to walk more than half a day?"

The Marquis of Osiris was stunned for a moment, "No, if you ride a griffin, it will be half an hour at most." He shook his head vigorously, as if shaking the nightmare out of his mind, and his turquoise eyes were awake again. "I'm sorry, Your Excellency Guardian of the Realm, you're right, I'm too anxious. ”

Levi gave him a sympathetic look, and his tone became heavy, "Jill and Nash didn't bring good news. The griffon lord tried to keep his tone as frank and honest as possible, but not so casual that the mixed emotions in it made him feel clumsy to think about it. "Unity, Fizelde's master of martial arts is missing, Marquis of Osiris, do you know his whereabouts?"

The Marquis of Osiris's expression was a little inexplicable, "Charafil is missing? This can't be! Charafil will either not go anywhere, or he will come to Aguero to talk to me, I stayed up all night last night, waiting for Charafil to arrive, if he has come, I can't even know a little." ”

"Larry, Moonbow also judged so, so ......" Levi's gaze swept over the people around him, "I'm afraid Master Uniken Fitzeld is in trouble, and it's a big problem." ”

No matter how anxious the Marquis of Osiris was, he was at least sober enough to understand that the Human Mission was actually helpless. Although the status of the wild elves is already a little higher than hundreds of years ago, except for Uniken Fitzeld, the number one martial arts master in the Moon Whispering Forest, the wild elf elders who are high in those years are also quite low in the elven court. They couldn't question the High Elves like the Sun Singer, and they couldn't search every corner of the Moonwhisper Forest. Therefore, apart from his face becoming extremely ugly, the Marquis of Osiris did not do anything impulsive, but persuaded Levi not to be in a hurry.

"In the Moon Whispering Forest, there is no one who can silently make Charafil disappear, and even if they lay any vicious traps, they must not let Charafil lose their lives, otherwise the battle dance ring in the afternoon will become a joke. The Marquis of Osiris comforted Levi with these words, and at the same time relieved his own feelings, "Jill Nash, have you informed the elders of the wild elves about this?"

The young elite sword dancer shook his head, "No, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince. He bowed deeply and said, "Master Unican has instructed that if something happens to him, we sword dancers trained by him will not obey the orders of the elders, but yours. ”

The Marquis of Osiris felt a tightness in his throat, "Xarafil...... He had already prepared for his own accident, and he had used it to show that there was something wrong with the elders of the wild elves...... At least not all. The Elven Celestial Knight's mind was tumbling with such thoughts, and his hands involuntarily clenched into fists, with such force that even his knuckles made a slight rattling sound.

"Lord Osiris," Levi looked at the green lion's expression worriedly, even though his cheeks had been covered by the intricate war dance tattoos, he could still clearly see from the side that the elf's unique handsome face had become iron-blue, and the corners of his forehead were even faintly exposed. "We will now go to Her Majesty the Elven Queen, and ask her to order the Uniticon Fitzeld Master of Martial Arts to be found. The griffon lord suggested.

"No, it's useless......" Osiris replied with a hollow gaze, his face carved with traces of sadness, and his whole person seemed to be in a nightmare that was difficult to wake up from. "Of course, Her Majesty will order a search, but no one wants to find Charafel...... Because there are so many places where a person can hide, and the High Elves simply won't allow Elven civilians and wild elf soldiers to enter those places. ”

Levi nodded heavily, not knowing what words to say to comfort, and the others were even more silent, until a few wild elf sword dancers brought today's breakfast, and then they all walked to the pine tables and chairs covered with tablecloths.

Breakfast was served in such a dreary atmosphere, and although the elven food was still unpalatable, even the rudeest of the orc commanders, the strong pigs, and the wolf-headed chieftain Wolff, did not dare to make a noise, munching on the lackluster turnips and vegetables with their sharp teeth.

The Marquis of Osiris's chest was stuffed with anxiety, and he had no appetite at all, and his eyes stared at the contents of the plate placed in front of him, but he did not move. Seeing his dejected appearance, Sir Rodriguez, who also had no appetite, but had to make a look of eating and drinking, suddenly had a bad heart in his heart, and deliberately said to him in a voice that everyone at the table could hear.

"Ah, Lord Celestial Knight, why don't you even eat a mouthful?" said Sir Rodriguez, with an exaggerated look of surprise on his face, pointing to the plate in front of the Marquis of Osiris, "Ah, by the way, isn't it because you're worried that the paint will be spent when it gets stained with oil and water?" ”

"Sir Rodriguez!" "Before the Marquis of Osiris could reply, Mr. Dish exclaimed excitedly, "stop talking nonsense! Although these patterns are not pierced, the pigments used are all alchemical potions that I have carefully developed, and I am not afraid of oil stains, let alone soaking in water. Even if you don't apply it with a special neutralizing potion, it won't fade and deform for a hundred or two years!"

"So, in an hour, you can keep those wild elf elders busy for days?" Sir Rodriguez put on an exaggerated expression of disbelief, and then held up the carved wooden glass full of wine, "Ha, for this sentence, you should have a good toast!"

"An hour? Yes, it took me an hour to draw these tattoos for the Marquis of Osiris, but fifty minutes were spent mixing potions and drawing patterns on parchment, and now it would take me no more than five minutes to print a new set of tattoos. Mr. Dish snorted heavily, and then said with a hint of mockery in his tone, "Well, Sir Rodriguez, would you like to come too?" ”

Sir Rodriguez choked on this, and almost squirted the wine out of his mouth, "Keep it for yourself, ahem, old ...... Frederick. He replied in a low voice with his tongue smacked. But before the words fell, a voice with a strong elf accent interjected eagerly, "Then the human magic master...... Could you please help us draw one?"

Mr. Dish looked back, his beard almost scorched by more than a dozen pairs of fiery eyes, and the Wild Elf Sword Dancers, led by Jill Nash, were all staring at him with fierce eyes and expressions of great eagerness on their faces.

"What do I think I'm saying wrong?" thought Mr. Dish with some sadness, but he couldn't think of any reason to refuse the young elves, so he nodded with difficulty, almost negligible.

(To be continued)