Baroque wanted to choose the other one next to the peach juice, which was a little blue and green, with green apple grains, lemon slices, and grapes floating in it, and the juice was very cold at first glance and gave it to Cyril.

The smell was a bit weird, but it was only one glass.

Seeing Baroque's eyes, Ryan was silent for a few seconds, and then he took a deep sip of strawberry juice with a calm look in his eyes.

This demon is hopeless, wait for death.

The point is that he is not easy to explain, this juice is actually one of the experimental juices he secretly made for Andrew, specially prepared for races with special preferences. Although it seems to be only green apples, lemons and grapes, and the smell is cold and graceful, there are actually many different fruit essences inside.

Maybe he didn't pay attention to the mixing when he put it in, but why didn't he accidentally take it out!

Oh,.

Cyril looked up at Ryan, not knowing why his mood had changed, and said in a soft voice: "Mother Nature's Tree can condense the water of life, and the water of life has a variety of special abilities such as enhancing the vitality of the drinker, getting close to nature, and repairing injuries......

At the moment Cyril stopped, Baroque gave up on his idea, and he decided to trust Ryan. He easily picked up the glass with peach juice with both hands, and though he could use his magic, he decided to do it himself, turned and strode towards Cyril.

Although Baroque's soul lives in the puppet, he looks only a little small, but his steps are very steady when he holds the juice cup and runs, and the juice in the cup is not too swaying. Baroque stopped at the edge of the tree table near Cyril and held up the juice glass to Cyril.

Bartók did this for the first time without making a sound, and he rarely felt a trace of inexplicable emotion in his heart, and pressed his face against the bottom of the glass, feeling the cold water droplets rising from the glass, and he couldn't see Cyril's appearance.

But Ryan could see Cyril clearly, and his face was completely different from the look of surprise he had when he saw Starred.

Cyril never imagined that Baroque would do this.

Baroque, although it never hurt him, ......

It always felt as if he was going to be bad.

Although Baroque wouldn't understand what he was thinking when the contract wasn't in use, Cyril felt he couldn't. It was rare that Baroque had not persecuted him with the life of another creature, and that the smell of peach Cyril was acceptable, so he reached out and caught the cup.

The peach juice is powdery but clear, and through the juice you can see the baroque face that clings to the bottom of the cup and is magnified to completely mismatch the body.

Cyril:.

It's rare to have mixed feelings.

However, Cyril took the juice glass and whispered thank you to Baroque in a subtle tone.

Bartok:!

Well?

Baroque opened his eyes, and Cyril held the cup lightly in his left hand and sucked in the hollow grass straw in his right hand.

Baroque couldn't understand how Ryan guessed so accurately, so he went back to the middle of the table, picked a glass of peach juice himself, and tasted it in a special way—

Baroque frowned, so sweet.

I don't like sour, I like sweet, although I don't know why, but he understands.

It turned out that Cyril was actually interested in such a sweet and greasy thing, and he couldn't see it. Baroque put down the glass of water that had lost its flavor and looked at Cyril with a smug look in his eyes.

Cyril's gaze was extremely calm, he felt that the peach juice tasted good, and he expected that the end of Starrid's prophecy would be a little while. There was plenty of time to answer Ryan's doubts, so that even if Ryan encountered Night and Moon Elves in the future, he would have an easier time knowing how to solve them.

Seeing that Baroque didn't choose the special drink, Ryan felt that Baroque still had a little need to save. When he was about to use his mental power to take back the glass of juice, Andrew beside him put down the glass of pineapple juice and held the cup of green juice in his hand.

Ryan looked sideways at Andrew and said euphemistically: "A little sour, a little spicy, pay attention to safety." ”

Especially after drinking pineapple juice, it is estimated that it will feel more sour.

The corners of Andrew's mouth raised slightly, and he returned to the vine chair, "So your cup of juice was really specially prepared for me?" ”

"It can't be said exactly."

Ryan mused, "I just felt it, so I took the time to make this juice special. I wanted to know what it would be like to add sour and spicy, but because it felt hard to drink, I added something else to neutralize it. ”

Hearing this, Alenid flew over curiously, sniffed the smell in the air with the tip of his nose and echoed: "Oh, it's a very complicated and strange smell, and Andrew's favorite chili pepper." ”

Ryan smiled, "yes, I don't know if you'll like it, Alenid, would you like to try it too?" ”

Baroque suddenly had an inexplicable strange feeling when he heard this, but fortunately he listened to Ryan's opinion and picked the cup of sweet and greasy juice, and he went to talk to Ryan later.

Hearing this, Alenid raised his head and drank the pineapple juice from the cup, placed the empty glass on the table, and then obediently stretched out his dragon claws towards Ryan.

Reaching out to touch the space ring, when Ryan took out the mixed juice, he also said in a particularly friendly way, "I don't know how the newly developed juice tastes, if it doesn't taste good, don't force yourself." ”

Alenid nodded, "The dragon knows." ”

After saying that, let the temperature of the dragon claw become lower, so as not to affect the taste, took the mixed juice, and glanced at Andrew, Alenid slowly poured a little juice into his mouth, and suddenly showed a particularly strange emotion in his eyes.

Andrew held the hollow straw and sucked it, and the moment he tasted the juice on the tip of his tongue, his brow suddenly flew.

Ryan put his hand down, "How does it taste?" ”

Andrew's brow furrowed, "Very good." ”

Ryan...... Not quite convinced.

He didn't feel like there was anything Andrew didn't like.

Alenid closed his eyes in serious contemplation, and then replied, "It's like the smell, it's really a strange and complicated taste, and it's icy, like eating ice in a volcano." ”

After speaking, Alenid opened his eyes and looked at Ryan, "Ryan, the Great Elder has given the dragon something even stranger before, he likes the taste, and the Great Elder will definitely like the taste of your juice too."

And I'll tell you secretly that when the Great Elder tastes what he likes, he's easy to talk to. Even if he eats something he doesn't like, as long as he gives him what he likes to eat, then the Great Elder's mood will suddenly improve again. ”

Ryan:?

Unexpected surprise.

Fortunately, he had a record recipe when he was concocting it at the time, and this news must have played a particularly big role in his collection of four trees to land on Dragon Island. After all, you have to make friends with the Great Elder before you can open the teleportation array to and from Dragon Island.

Oh, dragon, how lucky!

After a brief sigh, Ryan continued to look at Cyril on the other side.

Cyril counted the time, holding the juice cup in his hand and whispered to Ryan, "The power of the Moon Spring is somewhat similar to the water of life, it can purify filth, repair the wounds of filth and destruction, and allow the consumed mana to recover quickly. ”

Ryan bowed, "I already know the role of these two springs. As far as I know, although the Night Tree and the Daylight Tree can also condense spring water, their effect is not as obvious as the Water of Life and Moon Water, and they have a special effect on the Night Flower and the Fruit of Daylight you just mentioned. ”

"Yes. The Night Tree and the Sunlight Tree, while also able to condense spring water, are more used to irrigate the mother tree itself, as well as to sustain the needs of the elves and plants. Because these springs are relatively pure, but there are very few of them. ”

Cyril looked sideways and looked at Starrid, who had begun to make a prophecy, "The most special thing about the Night Tree is the Night Flower, which has a variety of special abilities, and its effects are different depending on the method used. The most common method is to mash the newly bloomed Night Flower and smear it on the weapon to attach a special poison that only the Night Elves have an antidote.

Alternatively, the Night Flower can be magically dried, ground into powder with a specific utenvelope, and ignited with fire to achieve multiple perceptual shielding abilities, both of which can be used in conjunction with the Night Elves' assassination techniques. ”

Cyril: "There's a special way to use the Night Flower, so I'll have to wait for Stared to explain it to you." ”

"I see." Ryan: "Then what is the specific function of the Sunlight Fruit you just mentioned, and what is so special about the Sunlight Rite?" ”

"The Sun Elves like to live in forests with long sunshine, because the sunlight that changes the environment makes the Sun Tree produce a special kind of Sun Fruit. The sun fruit can enhance the affinity between the light element and the fire element, and improve the special physique of the eater, and the effect is no less than that of the fountain of life. ”

Cyril raised his hand to condense the shape of the Sunlight Tree with the moonlight, "Sunlight flowers bloom on the Sunlight Tree every day, and a certain amount of Sunlight Fruit ripens every day. When enough sunlight is absorbed, a large number of Sunlight Fruits will ripen on the Sunlight Tree, and the day the Sunlight Fruit is picked, it is called the Sunlight Ritual by the Sunlight Elves, and they will give back to the Sunlight Tree with a special ceremony. ”

The tree condensed by the moonlight begins to bloom its stamens, and the moonlight condenses into the shape of the fruit.

Cyril: "Different elven clans, almost all elven priests are students of Mentor Manraf, including me, we know a lot of elven secrets. ”

"I originally thought that Mentor Manraf told us many secret powers and told us not to tell them about it, in order to better protect the Elven Mother Tree."

Cyril held the juice glass in both hands and looked sideways at the shimmering Tree of Life, as if it were breathing, "Now I know that Mentor Manraf had anticipated this situation in advance and was protecting us in this way. ”

Ryan followed his gaze and looked at the Tree of Life, "High Priest Manrav, he must be a very gentle elf. ”

Holding half of the juice left, Alenid flew to Ryan's side and stopped, looking up and echoing, "That tree has always given dragons a very comfortable feeling. ”

"Although the Solar Elves have two priests, like us, only Deminus can communicate more intimately with the Tree of Daylight."

Cyril, "Deminus can predict when the Fruit of the Sun will ripen, and he holds all of the Fruit of the Sun Elves...... If the priest cultivated by the King of the Solar Elves wants to take away the position of priest of Deminus, he can only choose to do it at the Solar Rite. ”

Hearing Cyril's words, Ryan felt that he wanted to take Deminus away, and the best option was on the day of the Solar Festival, when another priest of the Solar Elves made a move.

Ryan: "Do you know what day the Sunlight Festival is?" ”

But how to take Deminus and the Sunlight Tree away, it's a troublesome matter, you can't—

'Hey, friend, come with me. This is not the place for you, remember to bring your home. ’

It felt a little difficult, and he couldn't force it to say to the Tree of Daylight—

'Friend, give me your seed. ’

Well......

"We can't be sure of the day of the daylight festival, and when Starrid's prayers and prophecies are over, we're going to use the power of the moon and the night to try to see if we can get in touch with Deminas."

Cyril looked at Ryan, the moonlit Tree of Sunlight shattered, "One more thing, unlike our personality, Deminus is more decisive and determined. He didn't like being an elven priest, and Deminus always wanted to be the king of the daylight elves. ”

Ryan: Huh!

"If the current King of the Solar Elves is anything we suspected, he really helped another priest to make a move against Deminus......"

Cyril raised his fingertips lightly and guessed in a low voice: "Based on what I know about Deminus, judging by Deminus's character, he will take the position of the King of the Solar Elves and forcibly control the entire Solar Elf race. ”

Cyril: "According to the prophecy of High Priest Manraf, and after Starid and I have submitted to Oran, Deminus and other stable races, we will definitely lead the Solar Elves to you according to the prophecy." ”

Ryan: Eh!!

Although it was late at night, he didn't dream!

"If that's what you say...... Ryan raised the corners of his mouth slightly, "Orlan welcomes Deminus and the Sun Elves very much. ”

Since the king and his people have come, the mother tree will surely be brought with them.

Cyril placed the juice glass back on the table, a butterfly of ice crystals turned into moonlight around his wrist, "Starred and I will definitely relay your words to Deminas after we contact him." ”

As the words fell, Cyril rose from the vine chair, and the prophesied Starred slowly opened his eyes, offering the highest awe and gratitude of the elves to the Tree of the Moon.

"Honorable Lord Lane."

Cyril saluted Ryan, then turned and walked in Starrid's direction. Baroque gave up the tangle and sat lightly and smoothly and skillfully on Cyril's shoulder.

Ryan and Andrew followed him, and Alenid flapped his wings to catch up.

*

Stopping in front of the Moon Tree, Starred turned around and gently lifted the crystal ball up, a purple Night Flower broke away from the crystal ball in the shimmer and turned into a deep purple tree seed.

The crystal ball that took out the Night Seed dimmed and floated silently around Starid's side.

Starred picked up the Night Seed in both hands and looked sideways at Ryan.

Ryan understood what he meant, and smiled with a gentle look in his eyes indicating that Starred didn't care about him.

Stared said thank you in his heart, and walked to the small pit that had been dug in advance, holding the seed of the night in his hand.