I kissed the statue at the beginning and I vomited all over the floor

The Elf Courtyard is often referred to as the Eastern Elf Kingdom by foreigners.

This is actually a bit inaccurate.

First of all, this elven kingdom is not a monarchy, but a parliamentary system with the Mage Council as the highest administrative body;

Secondly, compared to most gathering places of intelligent creatures, this place is indeed considered the east.

But further east, across the calm Moon Sea, there is another elven kingdom, which is across the sea from the Elf Courtyard and echoes the Elf Courtyard in the distance.

These misunderstandings come from the Elf Court's closed-door policy.

They don't want other races to disturb their peaceful lives.

"But in fact, it should be the high-level mages of the Mage Council who don't want other arcane spellcasters to disturb their experiments."

Frey Starsong introduced.

Thanks to Ivan's [Treatment of Minor Injuries], the undead lady was very satisfied with her restored appearance and actively shared the information she knew with the rescue team.

“I remember the last time the Elven Courtyard appeared in front of other creatures was during the war twelve years ago.

Then, thanks to those monsters in the north, I became a—well, a wight, and was driven out of the Elven Court."

Although Miss Undead spoke lightly, one could still sense a slight change in her tone.

"So, all your information about the Elven Courtyard is from twelve years ago?"

"What is the almanac?"

"It does not matter……"

Alvin scratched his head in distress, thinking that he would be able to find out something about the current situation.

But at least I got some information, didn't I?

"Squeak! Squeak!"

With outsiders present, the little chipmunk did not want to expose his own peculiarities.

She used the language of celestial mice to secretly tell Ivan, who could understand her, that the Elf Courtyard was just ahead.

Raising his hand and signaling the team to stop, Alvin stared at Frey Starge suspiciously, watching as the undead began to stage another little drama in his mind.

Before Miss Undead started screaming, Ivan interrupted her.

"The Elf Courtyard is just ahead, emm, don't you know?"

"Eh? Are we there already? Really?"

Such a person who is... directionally challenged...

Ivan waved his hand, indicating that he didn't want to discuss this issue anymore.

He turned and said to Xiling.

"It seems that the two of us need to go investigate first."

……

Passing through the increasingly dense woods, Xiling and Ivan saw the elven city embedded in the forest.

Since the towering trees in this area have been replaced by the elven city, the light seems much brighter than in the haze forest.

Unlike the natural native buildings in the Druid style, the elves' city was built with some kind of white stone. Alvin could see traces of stone splicing on the outer city wall.

Through the gaps in the wall, Alvin could see most of the city's outlines.

"That's it! Squeak! Paul is imprisoned in the tallest white tower!"

Looking in the direction the little chipmunk pointed, Alvin could see a towering white tower standing in the middle of the city, which amazed him greatly.

No matter how you look at it, it is not shorter than the skyscrapers in the previous life. It seems to be at least 500 meters high. It is square in shape, wide at the bottom and narrow at the top, and looks like an obelisk.

It seems that the construction level of this magical world is not low at all.

Surrounding this white "obelisk" is a group of... yes, like the annex of a skyscraper, a group of identical towers, the tallest of which is only one-third the height of the obelisk, arranged in regular circles.

Further out, there are only a few tall buildings with huge stone pillars, but they are much shorter than the group of "obelisks". Converted to the scale of Blue Planet, they are about the size of a small 6-story building.

The rest are relatively ordinary and short houses, and from this angle it looks like a flat land.

Xiling observed with her half-elf eyesight and said in a low voice.

“It will take us at least two hours to walk from here to the White Tower;

Hmm? That's strange, I didn't see any elves or creatures..."

Alvin pricked up his ears and listened carefully for a while. Xiling was right. This city was eerily quiet.

……

After reuniting with everyone else, Xiling synchronized the detected information with others.

And Ivan walked to Frey's side, took out a small piece of thin biscuit, and habitually gave her half of it.

"I don't want to eat, thank you." Fulei said with a little gratitude.

Then, the undead lady, who was very good at thinking too much, saw Ivan and the squirrel lying on him holding biscuits, chewing them and staring at her strangely.

"Ms. Hu Lei," Ivan had too many cookies in his mouth, and his tongue was really big.

"What is that tallest white tower in this elven city?"

In fact, Alvin was just chatting casually while replenishing his strength. He didn't even think about what answer the undead would give - and besides, Alvin was not stupid enough to trust a stranger... a strange undead so easily.

But unexpectedly, the undead lady started to introduce herself very readily.

“The tallest spire is the main building of the Mage Council, which we generally call the High Tower;

I think the person you are going to rescue is probably imprisoned in the basement of the tower.

The mechanisms and defenses inside are very powerful. Without sufficient experience, even the most powerful thief will not be able to reach the dungeon alive."

Having said this, Fulei suddenly stopped, and the soul fire in her eyes swayed from side to side.

Xiling has already discovered the discussion here and the thoughts of this undead.

If someone only finishes a sentence halfway and then stares at you, the next thing they say is often the most important part.

The eldest lady spoke slowly, her voice even colder than usual.

"Undead, state your intentions."

Frey Starsong looked at the female half-elf who was much taller than herself. As an undead creature, she didn't care about Xiling's uncontrollable hostility, or rather, she was used to it.

"You are very observant, druid."

Miss Undead stood up and tried to make herself look at eye level with the female half-elf.

“I can get you past all the city’s defenses, including the traps in that tower, so you can get to the dungeon quickly;

But before that, you need to help me get to a mage watchtower on the south side of the tower... to get something."

"I can't trust an undead in an elven gown, Ivan."

Ignoring Frey's words, Xiling turned around and spoke to Ivan.

"We may encounter dangerous enemies and battles next. We cannot keep an unknown undead around with us."

Alvin didn't say anything and just chewed the biscuits.

"Druid, look at your team."

Miss Undead continued to try to persuade Xiling very actively.

"There are three druids and one warrior in your team.

Neither of them has the ability to detect traps and open mechanisms;

Without my joining, you probably wouldn't even be able to deal with the defense mechanism at the city gate.

You are not as small as a squirrel."

"Squeak!"

Ignoring a chipmunk that had intruded, Miss 180 began to hesitate.

What the undead said was right. There was no thief in his team who could deal with traps and mechanisms.

Maybe Lian could go to Huiyao City to temporarily hire a thief, but the headmaster...

For a moment, Xiling didn't know how to make a decision.

Alvin saw Xiling's situation. This calm and decisive young lady became very hesitant when it came to matters concerning the Headmaster.

He interrupted the beautiful undead and said:

"Miss Frey, can you tell us in detail how you plan to lead us through those traps?

And what you want us to do...

If you want to gain our trust."

Then he winked at Xiling.

A spell sounded, and the ripples of the divine power [Detect Lies] spread out.