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In the box lay a silver hollow key, which looked a bit like a moon flower. Its surface was shiny and warm, as if it had never been worn out and looked brand new. It could be seen that the material was extremely special.

"This is a key made from the dragon scales of the Silver Moon Dragon. I think you should know its origin better than I do." Xi Sui'an said calmly.

In fact, when Jing Ci handed this thing to her, she was also quite surprised. The Silver Moon Dragon fell in the Elf Forest and its corpse was used by the elves. How could this seemingly complicated key fall into the hands of humans?

I don’t know what Yinglongwei is planning, but I don’t think it will be a bad thing for the human race.

"Silver Moon Key..." Tyamos narrowed his eyes slowly. The Silver Moon Key was made by the Silver Moon Dragon herself. After her death, the thing should have fallen into the hands of the elven royal family. Humans, elves, what the hell are they doing?

"Silver Moon Key?!" Ilowen's eyes widened slightly when he heard the name. He recalled carefully. This thing seemed to be in the hands of the person in the Elf Forest. How did it appear in the hands of his student now? What kind of unknown deal did they make with the human race? How did the elves and humans get in touch?

He hesitated to speak, and finally shut his mouth. Some things are better not to be made public. What the emperor wants to do has nothing to do with him.

It would be nice if my students got the Sword of Promised Victory.

Li Qing turned over all the information in his memory and finally found some words that were left behind.

"It is rumored that the Silver Moon Key can open a dragon treasure..." He always thought it was just a legend. So there really is such a thing as a secret key?

Xi Sui'an looked at Chief Taiyamos's extremely oppressive vertical pupils and said in a steady voice: "What do you think?"

Since this concerns an ancient treasure that may have existed before the Age of Strife, it is impossible for Tyamos not to be tempted.

At this moment, there was only a small group of them left on the pier. Seeing that the situation was not right, the other alien races had wisely kept their distance. Damocles and the dragon clan were people who should not be provoked.

After such a short yet long silence.

Theamos raised his hand, slowly took the box, touched the silver hollow key, he laughed in a low voice, "From the moment the human race rose, I should have known that the human race was such a calculating race. Over the years..." Who knows how many secret plots there are.

Just like this secret key, even though he knew it was a trap to lure him into exploring, he was willing to jump in, regardless of the gains and losses.

He held the box tightly, looked at Xi Sui'an for a long while, and said coldly: "The Sword of Promised Victory has lost its scabbard since the Age of Strife, and was later sealed by the original lake elf Vivian. Even I can't pull it out or use it. I'm very curious. Now the bloodline of swordsman Arthur has long been exhausted, the Holy Tribunal of the human world is also declining, and the lake elves are all a group of weak and useless people. Who can still use it?"

"It belongs to you, go and take it." Tyamos looked at the green lake at the bottom of the Strange Eye Mine and said lightly.

Xi Sui'an nodded, and she nodded to Professor Li Qingyi Luowen and others behind her, then turned sideways, flipped over the suspended plank road, and jumped down.

"Theiamos can't be pulled out, but who knows if I can pull it out?" Xi Sui'an said to the system. Isn't there such a special thing on her body?

The system said in a gentle and sincere tone: "You really can't."

"..."

So she really just ran errands to deliver the goods?

Xi Sui'an's mouth twitched slightly, and the system said seriously: "The Sword of Promised Victory is too complicated. It involves the original elves, the contract between the human race and the lake elves, and it is special. How can I put it? The mark has been deeply imprinted, and even I can't shake it."

It is possible to use the power from there, but it is far from enough now, she can only watch.

"Ah~Okay."

She was not disappointed. Originally, this was just a task from Yinglongwei. She just had to pack it up and let them deal with it themselves.

The lake was rich in essence, and she thought she needed to mobilize her own strength to prevent herself from sinking, but she didn't expect that she could walk steadily and freely on the lake.

It seems this place is not simple either, Xi Sui'an thought.

Under the hilt of the sword, the lake elf who was leaning against the stone with his eyes closed slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were clear and moving.

"I smell a very strange scent on you."

Xi Sui'an looked at the lake elf whispering softly and slowly walked over.

"Strange? Probably because I am a human."

"No. It's very special, with a strange yet somewhat familiar smell." The lake elf shook her head.

She showed a thoughtful expression and waved to Xi Sui'an: "Come here."

Xi Sui'an hesitated for a moment, then walked over as he was told and half-knelt down in front of her.

They looked at each other straight in the eye, and no one spoke.

The lake elf suddenly raised its hand and wanted to touch her face. Xi Sui'an subconsciously wanted to dodge, but she still restrained her instinct.

"I smell the scent of that place on you." The lake elf murmured.

"really weird."

"Are you talking about... the place of origin?" Xi Sui'an was stunned for a moment.

The lake spirit poked her cheek, her eyebrows curved: "Ah, is it called the Land of Origin now? We all call it the Land of Mist."

Xi Sui'an grabbed her hand and said earnestly, "What do you know? Can you tell me everything? Please!"

The lake elf whose hand was held was stunned for a moment. Feeling the temperature that was completely different from her own, her cheeks suddenly turned red and she shuddered as she withdrew her hand.

"I don't know much." The lake elf murmured.

She rubbed the tips of her ears, which were red. "I've only heard Radwig of the Dragon Clan sing about the Fog Country. He said that was the hometown that the gods could never return to. It was the eternal nightmare that haunted the gods and all races. The despised race opened the chapter of a new era, and the Creator and creation came to an end together."

Hmm, what a familiar name. The legends of past deans are indeed spread all over foreign lands...

"We lake elves are born with the talent of fortune-telling, and our premonitions are always accurate." She smiled at Xi Sui'an, "The moment I sensed you, I thought of the Fog Country in my mind."

"Is that so?" Xi Sui'an was silent for a moment and said dryly.

According to her, the Land of Origin is the hometown and grave of the gods. The despised race is most likely the human race. As for the Creator and creation...

What does this mean?

Is it the relationship between the Land of Origin and the gods, or the relationship between the gods and humans or alien races?

She scratched her head and felt a headache.

"Forget it," she sighed and looked at the lake elf. "Anyway, I have already exchanged the Sword of Promised Victory with Chief Tyamos. You don't have to be its subordinate anymore. There is a dormitory manager in Damocles College who is also a lake elf. I think maybe you can go and meet your people."

The lake elf in front of him was stunned. Just when Xi Sui'an thought she would be very happy, a strange expression appeared on her face.

"In fact, I have no people of my kind anymore."

"Swordsman Arthur died halfway through his promise to his ancestors. My race was expelled by the elves, captured by forbidden alchemists, kept in captivity by the dragons, and sold by merchants from the realms. It has long been very difficult for the lake elves wandering in foreign lands to reproduce. My bloodline and premonition tell me that I am the last lake elf."

She said seriously.

?

What is in the academy?

Xi Sui'an's back stiffened, her throat tightened, and she spoke in a faint voice: "Her name is Vivian, she can dance the Soul Praying Dance, it's very beautiful, and she seems to have some sense of the starry sky..."

The other party opened his eyes wide and shook his head: "The lake elves gradually lost their sense of the starry sky when they entered the current era. Thousands of years ago, there were no outstanding fortune tellers in our tribe."

"Vivian is the name of our ancestor."

She thought for a moment, and finally her expression became extremely complicated: "She might be a replica of our ancestor Vivian. She must be the masterpiece of some alchemist with extraordinary attainments."