"Good, we've got it right. The elven soldier's voice was polite, but Ashrufat didn't know if it was polite or otherwise. "Please come with us. ”

The soldiers spread out from both sides with very skillful and agile movements, surrounding him. This action can be understood as hijacking, but also as protection. In short, Ashrufat was surrounded by these soldiers in front of him, left and right, and could only follow them.

If he hadn't chosen to rebel.

Ashrufat knew very well that if he chose to resist, he would definitely be able to escape the city. But this is also equivalent to his plan - the plan to save Mimilu is completely ruined.

He followed the group of soldiers all the way to the center of Ereber, the highest point in the city. I don't know what this building is in the eyes of the elves, but by human standards, it is a white palace.

A palace that seems to have been carved out of a single piece of white stone. Although Ashrufat knew that the palace could not have been carved out of a single stone, it did make such a first impression. The elves used some kind of magic, or some kind of superb construction technology, to build this ingenious palace.

At the entrance of the palace, two statues of beautiful ladies stand tall and look at all those who intend to enter the palace with gentle eyes. However, Ashrufat did not have more time to admire the skills of the elven craftsmen, for he had already been carried into the palace.

In front of him, a whole group of soldiers was waiting there. Each soldier was heavily armed, but thankfully, they didn't face each other. However, Ashrufat could keenly sense that there was something unusual about it. Where he didn't know what to do, something big happened.

"Master, I think the atmosphere is getting weirder and weirder. They brought you into the palace?" Carrie said cautiously. "I don't think they'...... They're worried that you're a Dark Elf spy?"

"The words of the spy...... Didn't you meet him in the palace?" Ashrufat was also puzzled by the second monk. Let's say he's a guest, and the dozen or so soldiers around him can follow him closely—even by human standards, it doesn't feel like hospitality. But if he was a suspect, he was brought into the palace.

"Prince Berlan is dead, isn't he? In other words, the palace has no owner. Ashrufat asked Carrie in his mind. "This should be the prince's residence. He noticed several elven maidens approaching from the front, it was the first time he had seen a female elf wearing such thin, revealing clothes. Through this hazy clothing, Ashrufat could even see the delicate skin beneath their clothes. Their bodies are not as straight as ordinary humans think, their busts are not exaggerated, but they are definitely not flat, their waists are slender, their hands and feet are slender, and their faces are just like the description of elves in legends, delicate enough to make human eyes unable to take their eyes off.

"By the way, Prince Bellan and his sons are dead...... Is his daughter still behind?, so the princess wants to see me?" Ashrufat came to a conclusion in his mind that seemed to be correct. "By the way, what did Valinor say...... In the end, they elected the princess regent?"

He looked at the girls suspiciously. Before he knew it, he found that the soldiers around him had left. The leading girl bowed slightly to him, then motioned for him to follow.

"I'm sure I'm going to be received by a princess now. Ashrufat said to Carrie in his mind.

He was taken to an adjoining room. Then the maidens immediately gathered around him and took off his clothes. As mentioned earlier, Ashruphat was still wearing clothes purchased by the human kingdom at this time, or more specifically, the kind of leather travel clothes that human travelers often wear. This is due to the fact that his stature is very different from that of ordinary elves, and he cannot buy well-fitting elven clothes from the city market.

"Master, you can't move. This is an important part of the etiquette of the elven nobility, before meeting important people, or before attending important gatherings...... The elves have to change their clothes. In her mind, Carrie said.

Truth be told, this is the first time that Ashrufat has received such meticulous service. Until then, he had lived the life of a traveler and had always taken care of his own life. Even after living in the Dark Castle, he didn't arrange any servants, and he did everything he had to do, at most he just occasionally asked Carrie to help. The movements of the elven girls made him a little uncomfortable. Luckily, these elves are well-trained and dexterous. After a short time, he had already been dressed in a different outfit - a rich robe made by an elf, and it was surprisingly fitting.

Ashrufat soon discovered that it was not the robe that matched his figure, but that the robe was so delicately crafted that it could be adapted to wearers of different sizes with a simple combination of buttons.

After doing all this, a young girl motioned for Ashruphat to follow her.

I guess I'm going to see the princess. Ashruphat followed her all the way. The interior of the palace looked much larger than expected, and he swerved down the aisle until he finally came to a door. His sense of direction even told him that he had left the confines of the palace. Of course, reason told him that this was impossible.

"Please come in. The maid who led the way said.

Ashrufat's hand rests on the doorknob. One of his instincts was telling him that things might be more than he expected. But Ashrufat immediately threw away his intuition and used reason and logic to judge things instead. Inside could be a small hidden room, where an elven princess waits on a throne to ask him some questions. Perhaps inside was a larger room, where a group of officials, along with the princess, were ready to question him and recruit him to serve after ascertaining his identity.

Ashrufat had his mind thinking about what he wanted to say, but when he pushed the door open, he found that things didn't seem to be as he thought. It's not a room, it's an indoor square.

Hundreds—if not more—were standing in the square. And the door he came in was the side door of the square. Coming in from here is like standing opposite all the elves. All the elves were watching him.

Ashrufat was stunned for a moment. A big meeting, or a motivational speech, and he as a witness, or a speech material, he looked around, but he couldn't see a single host who looked like a princess. In fact, he was the only one standing in front of all the elves.

Several figures stepped forward, and Ashrufat knew at least one of them. It was Dinethor, a diplomat and trainee magician. At this moment, Dinether was wearing a silver robe and stood side by side with several other people, standing in front of him.

"I am Shagni, son of Moma, descendant of House Charrell, servant of Prince Berlan, and chief consul of Ereber. "It was an old elf who spoke. In fact, it is difficult to judge whether the elves are young or old in appearance, because they do not have wrinkles on their faces. The reason why he is said to be old is completely a difference in temperament, and Dinethor will not give people this feeling. Ashrufat noticed that only half of his right ear remained—the remaining half of the ear had been cut by a knife. It was a lifelong memorial to dodging a deadly attack.

"I'm Ashrufat. ”

The old elf looked at the strange guest in front of him in some surprise. He emphasized his name, but did not mention his bloodline, origin, position, monarch, etc. This arrogant self-introduction showed that Ashrufat was very confident in his own bloodline, and the visitor named Ashrufat was obviously quite sure that all the elves present were not as noble as him in terms of blood, and were not qualified to ask about his origins. He didn't need to introduce his details to these elves who were not as noble as himself.

It should be noted that the vast majority of those present were aristocrats. Although Irebo is a new city (of course, this "new" is by the standards of elves), but there are many famous branches of elven nobles living in this city. Many elves are able to boast of their noble blood. Even Shagoni himself. The Charrell family, to which he belonged, was already quite a noble family among the elves, but it was still looked down upon by Ashrufat.

"Master, it's terrible!" Carrie let out a scream in her head. "We made a big mistake!"

"What is wrong?" asked Ashrufat, puzzled.

"Among the elves, if they do not explain their bloodline, origin, position, monarch and other details when introducing themselves, it is an extremely arrogant and rude way of speaking. Carrie said. "It's even up to the level of 'insult'. ”

"But I don't know anything about it!" replied Ashrufat, helplessly. "I'm not really an elf, so I don't have any background to discuss. ”

Thankfully, the situation wasn't as bad as Carrie said. The elf who called himself Shagny didn't show an angry expression of being insulted. He just looked at Ashruphat very calmly, very carefully up and down.

"You're supposed to be a prince, right?" asked Shagoni suddenly. "Dinethor has told me about you. ”

"I ......" Ashrufat didn't expect the other party to suddenly ask such a question. He hesitated for a moment, not knowing how to answer the question in this situation. He subconsciously looked into the farther crowd, only to see Swift Wind (mainly because of his conspicuous clothing). Swiftwind was surrounded by Valinor, and both of them were watching him...... All the elves present were watching him, waiting for his reply.

He remembered that Valinor had asked this question before. He had already explicitly denied it at the time. This made him wonder a little, what was the matter, his denial was invalid, and these elves didn't know what to do, and they always regarded him as a prince.

"What's going on, Carrie?" Ashrufat asked unconsciously in his mind.

"Master, it's temperament, it's temperament!" Carrie explained loudly in her mind. "Because of the change of identity, the grasp of power, and the experience of life and death on the battlefield, all these have changed your temperament. ”

"No kidding! what the hell is going on?"

"If you ask me to explain, I can only say that it is a psychological phenomenon. As long as it is a high-level intelligent being, it will subconsciously carry out psychological self-protection...... In words you can understand, they are trying to believe what they want to believe and refuse to admit that they don't want to see it. This phenomenon, in human language, is called 'hope'. ”

"Ah......h

"They need a prince now, so they try to believe that you are a prince, even if you deny it. Essentially, they are trying to deceive themselves with lies. ”