Set up a funeral service team in a foreign land

For any race, freedom and life are the most precious things. Ilovin is putting all his efforts into it.

"teacher……"

Xi Sui'an opened her mouth but was interrupted by Yi Luowen raising his hand. She frowned even more and her thoughts became heavy.

The seeds of confusion and pain had already taken root in Ilovin's heart, and over the course of a hundred years had grown into thorny vines. These vines were constantly growing stronger, and one day in the future they would strangle him completely.

So now he wants to uproot it.

Ilowen looked at the Elf King, who had a complicated expression on his face, a hint of reminiscence in his eyes. "Zhujun once told me to move forward and not be trapped in the same place. But there's nothing I can do. For those who are obsessed, time is a prison. Your Majesty, what do you think?"

The Elf King agreed with him and sighed slowly, "Yes, little Ilovin, you are right... I have also been trapped in the cage of time for a long time."

He looked at Iloven calmly and kindly: "I'll take you to a place tomorrow. I think you won't refuse."

"Little guy, you can go with us too." He looked at Xi Sui'an again and said.

Ilowen flatly rejected it: "She doesn't need it." He took Xi Sui'an away from the academy to avoid the vortex that was brewing there, not to use her as a shield.

The Elf King raised his eyebrows and suppressed his smile: "Your personality is really unlike Ze Lan, and you are quite like that guy Ren Pingsheng."

Upon hearing this, Ilowen moved the corners of his mouth as if he wanted to refute, but finally held back, stood up and said calmly: "That's it."

"See you later, Your Majesty."

Looking at Ilowen's back as he said goodbye to the two children without any hesitation, he couldn't help but shake his head and laugh.

The chief guard behind him whispered, "Your Highness hasn't reached the ninth level yet. Are you really not going to wait a while?"

"Florian, what do you think I should plant?" The Elf King did not answer. He looked at the lively and brilliant flowers in the flower garden and suddenly fell into deep thought.

The captain of the guards was stunned by the Elf King's quick change of subject, and immediately looked towards the flower garden.

No one knew better than him that every flower in this garden held a memory of the Elf King's past, just like the deans and teachers at Damocles Academy loved to attach flowers to their letters of recommendation.

Now the flowers are blooming and the memories are woven.

The Elf King squatted beside the flowerbed, letting the grass wrap around his fingers affectionately. "Hmm... what should I plant... "

He thought about it seriously for a long time, but still couldn't figure it out, and finally lost interest.

"Forget it, I'd rather not plant it."

"I suggest you plant some Lycoris radiata on your grave. It will look more lively if you grow more of them on your grave." A cold voice sounded.

"presumptuous!"

The captain of the guards suddenly turned around, drew the sword from his waist and threw it out. The sharp wind of the sword was exactly the same as his cold expression.

The Elf King did not take it as an offense and looked in the direction of the sound. The red bird on the tree pecked at the feathers on its wings, ignoring the pierced tree trunk beside it. Its black bean-like eyes were as deep as the night and it looked calm.

The Elf King smiled and said, "Didn't you go to see your old friend?"

The red bird said indifferently, "No hurry, that octopus can't get away. I want to ask you something first, where is that woman now?"

The Elf King stood with his hands behind his back and said with a smile, "I'm not an astrologer, so I can't guess where she is, but I think she should have been watching the Origin Land all the time."

The bird spoke in a condescending tone, his eyes looking down on people: "You are so calm, aren't you afraid that I will come out and slaughter all the elves?"

"Compared to the birdcage, you probably hate the person who locked you in it more." Otherwise, it wouldn't have been so impatient to ask about her whereabouts on the eve of her freedom.

It sneered, "Humph."

"I'm in a good mood today, so I'll give you a piece of advice. Don't forget the lesson the Leech Tribe taught us back then. This time, there won't be any naive little Golden Crows risking their bloodline to stand up for justice."

The Elf King thought of the accident that cost the elves a huge price, and he couldn't help but press his eyebrows together and smiled bitterly: "I know."

The red bird looked at him scrutinizingly for a long moment, then said calmly, "It's your bad luck to become the Elf King."

After saying that, it turned and flew towards the green-domed palace in the distance.

The Elf King sighed, "Each one is more impatient than the other."

"Florian, get ready. There's no need to wait until tomorrow."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

The other side of the royal court.

Sylph glared at Iloven with an unpleasant expression and gritted her teeth, "Professor, putting yourself in danger is not a good idea."

Iloven waved his hand indifferently: "Don't worry, you won't die."

Hearing this, Sylph became even more upset: "Do you also want to be like my father?!"

Ilovin paused. "Speaking of Silas...where is he now?"

Sylph rubbed her temples. "In the Emerald Palace."

In the palace, which was decorated lavishly yet refreshingly, cheerful laughter could be heard continuously.

The elf guards at the door saw the figure beside Sylph and their expressions became slightly suspicious, but they quickly disappeared without a trace. "Greetings, Your Highness."

"Get out of the Jade Palace."

Sylph walked into the hall indifferently, without looking around, and her tone was cold.

Seeing Iloven walk in leisurely, the expression on the guard's face was complicated beyond words. He froze in place or stepped back.

Inside the hall, a man with silver hair as white as the moon was lying on the windowsill, happily poking the wind spirit bird that was trying to steal his food with his fingertips. The wind spirit bird, annoyed by being disturbed while eating, chirped and angrily flung its feathers at him.

Xi Sui'an was startled when he saw the man's face turning towards him.

His once-fair skin was now covered in black streaks, like perfect porcelain shattered in a cruel, horrifying sight. His emerald eyes, however, were crystal clear, devoid of any cloud, like the innocence of a child.

The man looked over, blinked his shining eyes and rushed over.

"Sylph? A gift!"

Sylph's eyes were sore, and she took out a pure tsavorite and put it in his hand.

Looking at Silas happily treating a fifth-level alchemical consumable as a treasure, she couldn't help but said bitterly: "Father, do you still remember him?" She pointed to Iloven beside her.

Silas tilted his head and looked at Iloven for a long time before hesitantly whispering, "...brother?"

Ilowen originally thought that his emotions would be extremely calm, but when he heard these two words, he couldn't help but feel his heart beating fast.

"Iloven, right? Hello, I'm Silas."

"A half-blood shouldn't be in the Elf Forest. He must leave the royal court."

"This is not the place for you, Ilovin. Go to Damocles and get to know yourself there."

……

In my memory, Silas was always mature and rational, and never showed such a pure smile.

Ilowen moved the corner of his mouth and said softly: "...Brother."

Even after suffering a severe blow from his soul being shattered, forgetting all his responsibilities and treating Sylph as just a playmate, he still remembered himself.

Silas smiled, and the dark lines on his face became even more terrifying. He repeated with certainty, "Brother!"

Xi Sui'an sighed and looked at Silas, and suddenly felt that his lines looked familiar.

"Teacher, do you think this looks like... a curse pattern?" She was a little surprised. It was very similar to the pattern on Seren Argerich's body.

Ilowen glanced at her and said, "You have some good eyesight. This is a variant of the curse mark. No wonder Agatha can't do anything to him."

Noticing Sylph's hopeful look, he shook his head.

Even Seren can only be dragged on, let alone Silas, who is already in a state of irreversible depravity and has been sentenced to death.

His mind couldn't help but become distant. When his father Zelan died... was it the same?