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Chapter 176 Memories of the Elf King’s Court

The Elf Royal Court usually refers to the elves. Although this race is not strong in terms of numbers, it is ancient enough to have a place in the separatist world today.

He is not like the powerful human race, who occupies the top seat in the three righteous god camps.

Unlike other demihumans, they do not need to rely on close alliances and actively guarding the plane borders to gain a certain status.

The antiquity of the elves has enabled them to master many magical secrets, and their long lifespan has also given some of them more time to reach the top.

Although the elves are a small group, with their total numbers not even equal to a city in the kingdom, this does not hinder their strength.

Someone once asserted that if a hegemon like Mayos I appeared among the elves, the whole world would need to unite to resist the elves' invasion.

This statement lacks credibility because elves have always been peaceful and few people know what they are doing in the forest.

This has also led many adventurers to try to enter the elf forest, as curiosity always drives them to contact the elves.

Wyatt was one of these people.

That was the time when Wyatt was still a quasi-holy son in the Church. Wyatt rarely missed the past, but this time was an exception.

Because the memory of contact with the elves is related to Gray.

My thoughts go back to many years ago, when Wyatt was probably only a head taller than Dorothy and was at the age of growing up.

Wyatt remembered clearly that as a quasi-son of saint, he received the first field mission assigned by the church.

As Saint Grey's assistant, he went with her to the Forest of Elves to help the Elf Royal Court deal with a crisis.

The journey was not peaceful. The elves seldom invited outsiders into their forests. Any uninvited person who approached rashly might be in danger of his life.

For Gray, who had lived in Shenhui City since she was a child, the Forest of Elves was no different from the city on the bottom of the sea in fairy tales.

So all the way, Grey was pestering Wyatt.

The long gray hair kept shaking because of Gray's restlessness, creating many exaggerated shapes.

She sometimes moved closer to Wyatt and sometimes kept a distance from him, using exaggerated body movements to complement her narration, creating an image of an isolated forest for Wyatt.

These were all excerpts from fictional travel notes and novels that she pieced together herself to create the Forest of Elf.

"The elves must all live in tree houses on the treetops, eating freshly harvested fruits and drinking morning dew." Gray cupped her cheeks in envy. "No wonder they are all handsome men and beautiful women, and their food is so spotless. I definitely can't eat like that, I can't live without cakes."

As a teenager, Wyatt just sat in the corner of the car, flipping through the introduction of the mission, and did not give Grey much feedback.

To ask the reason, Wyatt is not very interested in the image of the Elf Forest. Only Grey is attracted by these street travel notes. Wyatt just thinks that the guy who wrote these things might be his fellow villager.

Wyatt's reaction did not satisfy Grey. She sat down next to Wyatt, humming and groaning, very dissatisfied.

"Little~Huai~ya~t~"

Grey poked Wyatt's face word by word, so childishly expecting Wyatt to respond.

Finally, Wyatt couldn't stand it anymore, closed the report, and glanced at Grey.

"You are the captain of this field mission. It's okay if you are not serious in private, but you must not be so indecent when you meet the people of the Elf King's Court."

"You beg me?"

"The elves only provide us with dew and wild fruits as food. If you want to eat a piece of cake every day, be serious."

"Okay, okay, I'll be obedient. You must make me little cakes every day. You swear to the goddess that you will not lie to the people of the country!"

"Oh, I swear..."

Anyway, my heart is red, so this oath is not valid at all. The speed of the carriage gradually slowed down and finally stopped, which meant that Wyatt and his party had reached the border of the Elf Forest.

Elves dressed in pure white cloth stood in front to greet everyone. Their clothing reminded people of ancient Greece, and compared with the monks' clothing of the Theocracy, they were like two completely different eras.

The leading female elf had long golden hair that fell casually to her heels. Her emerald green eyes were as beautiful as gems, and she just stared straight at Gray.

Being stared at by such beautiful eyes, Gray couldn't help but feel a little overwhelmed.

"Hello, I'm Grey Faladoux, what's your name? You have beautiful eyes."

"I am the first princess, Fasilin Chenlu, and I have been ordered to come here to meet you. Um...thank you for your compliment."

Wyatt sighed imperceptibly. Although Gray's normal form did not last for a few seconds, fortunately it did not cause any trouble to the people in the Elf King's Court.

Wyatt remembered the Pope's instructions before he left. This field mission was a test for him. The problems encountered by the Elf Royal Court were far more serious than he had imagined.

You just need to demonstrate your excellent qualities and moral character. If your life is in danger, just leave.

After his contemplation, Wyatt looked at Grey, he wondered if the Pope had said the same thing to her.

But if you think about it carefully, maybe it's not necessary.

Although Gray is a freak in the church, no one doubts her progress in divine arts. It is said that many people believe that she will be the next Pope.

Wyatt suddenly thought of Grey becoming the Pope, holding a scepter, with a crown on her head, eating a cake on the throne with a silly look on her face.

He felt that the church was in a dilemma.

"Ms. Fasilin, do elves really only eat wild fruits and dew?"

"There are many kinds of wild fruits. It's not just about drinking dew. After all, that's not enough... Ahem, Saint Grey, let's discuss the next task."

"Yeah, let's discuss it. Why don't you come to my room tonight and we can discuss it quietly under the covers." Gray suddenly looked behind her, "Little Wyatt, do you want to come too?"

Wyatt glared at Grey, who stuck out her tongue guiltily and then changed the subject.

"Well, I guess we can discuss it on the way. Ms. Fasilin, what problems did the royal court encounter?"

"This is a secret of the royal court. It is a mysterious pollution that my clan has been suppressing for generations. I originally wanted to ask His Holiness the Pope to help, but His Holiness was not suitable to leave Shenhui City, so he recommended you."

"Hehe, I'm very powerful. Pollution is no problem for me."

"Please don't take it lightly. To say that it's pollution is a minor symptom."

"Could it be an evil creature?"

"An evil creature?... If possible, I would rather call him an evil god."

"Wow, this is so serious! Don't worry, I will help Ms. Fasilin solve the problem!"

"Thank you, Saint Grey."

Fasilin, who is usually serious, rarely smiled.

Looking at the two people in front of him who were clearly meeting for the first time but had a good relationship, Wyatt unconsciously remembered this scene deeply in his mind.

After all, Gray is the kind of guy who can bring everyone together.

This was also the first time Wyatt and Faslin met.

(End of this chapter)