I traveled through time and space and became the Archbishop of Stormwind!

"Yes, Farah Starwish, the youngest court wizard in history! Have you heard of my legend?"

The banshee's spirit glowed with a mother-of-pearl glow. She placed her hands on her hips and raised her chin. Her translucent silver hair moved silently with her emotions, and even the tip of her nose curled up into an arrogant arc.

Alvin noticed that whenever she raised her voice, the tips of her ears would twitch. If you only looked at her from the back or side, she did look a bit like Calpurnia.

Alvin rubbed his eyes vigorously.

"Come closer to me so I can take a closer look."

He had already stepped forward before he finished speaking, but froze the moment he tried to hold the banshee's shoulders.

A biting chill came from his fingertips, as if he was immersed in a dark blue lake that had been frozen for a thousand years, and a pale spiritual mist flowed out from between his fingers.

"Ah! Priest! Your holy light hurts me! What do you want to do to me?!"

The banshee screamed and retreated to the edge of the statue, hiding behind the stone like a wounded rabbit.

She hurriedly raised her translucent palms to cover her chest, her face full of vigilance.

"I already told you my name is Farah Starwish! I'm telling you, I wasn't interested in men when I was alive, and I'm even less interested now that I'm dead... I..."

“It’s a bit like…”

Alvin interrupted her nervous rambling.

Although the skin of this banshee who calls herself "Starwish" is the pale blue of the dead, her eyebrows and eyes are exactly the same as those of the sisters Calpurnia and Solanlian.

What concerned him more was the banshee's habit of tucking her hair behind her ears when she spoke.

A mirror image of Solanlian.

"What are you staring at me for?"

She crossed her arms cautiously, but her dancing hair revealed her inner anxiety.

"Don't look at me like an archaeologist looking at a relic! Even if... even if you are the most handsome and powerful man I know, it's not okay..."

Alvin suddenly bent down and picked up a piece of marble fragment on the ground.

The sharp fracture forms a natural carving knife.

He turned around and used the angular fragment to carve something on the base of the statue. As the stone chips peeled off, a pattern of a sun in the middle of an equilateral triangle gradually emerged.

"Come and take a look at this. Do you recognize it?"

The spirit of the banshee Farah floated over with full vigilance. She didn't know what Alvin was doing.

When she floated to the side of the stone carving,

"This is......"

Her nonchalant tone turned into an exclamation the moment she saw the pattern clearly.

The emerald pupils shrank into two vertical lines.

Even the spirit body burst out with a blazing white halo: "How do you know the family crest of the Xingyuan family?!"

Farah's scream stirred up a turbulence of magic, and the surrounding weeds moved without wind.

She pounced on Alvin out of control, but her translucent fingers were blocked by some force when they penetrated the priest's body. The holy light hidden in Alvin's body burned her soul, causing her to stumble back, and pearly white smoke rose from the edge of her spirit body.

"Hurry up and tell me!"

The banshee curled up on the ground, her voice filled with tears as if she had been burned by the holy light.

She stared at the emblem which was not very pretty.

"Why do you know our family crest? Who are you? Is there anyone in my family who survived the catastrophe?"

"What is your relationship with Archmage Rommath?"

Alvin suddenly interrupted her questioning.

Farah's excited face suddenly showed a happy smile,

"Rommath? The little crybaby who even burns the hem of his robes with a fireball?"

Her voice suddenly rose, as if with an incredible feeling: "I am his father's sister! That means he is his aunt! Wait..."

The spirit suddenly flickered violently.

"You mean 'archmage'? That little idiot who would pee his pants in fear even with a Pyroblast in combat is now an archmage?!"

Alvin slammed his palm heavily on the pedestal engraved with the Starwish emblem, causing dust to fall. "Oh, the flood has really washed away the Naga Temple! Family members don't recognize each other anymore!"

"He is now the Archmage of the Silvermoon Council! His Majesty the King's closest advisor!"

Alvin smiled and said,

"And I am the son-in-law of the Grand Mage, Mr. Romance. In other words, um, speaking of seniority, my wife and I should call you Aunt..."

"what!"

A light pink glow appeared on Farah's pale face: "So you are saying..."

"Not only are some of the Xingyuan family still alive, but they've also been revitalized and prospered?"

"That's right! Rommath's daughter, Caponia, is now Silvermoon City's most talented fire and space mage, and his other daughter, Solanlian, is an ice mage."

"This this......"

Farah Xingyuan was overwhelmed with emotions and didn't know what to say for a moment, and tears started to flow again.

So, Alvin told Farah that after the collapse of heaven and earth, some elves left their hometown and took a boat to the eastern continent to establish a country.

Farah listened with great interest, nodding from time to time and expressing some opinions.

When she heard that the Kaldorei had finally renounced magic, Farah shook her head.

"What kind of person is that idiot Stormrage supposed to be?! We can't completely ban the study of magic just because some people abuse it! What's the difference between that and banning all kitchen knives just because someone uses a knife to attack someone? It's so ignorant!"

When hearing the story of Silvermoon City's fight against the Troll Empire, Farah laughed and said,

"These guys are such losers, they were beaten to a pulp by some primitive people. Back then, I could wipe out an entire tribe of trolls with just one magic spell! Each generation is truly worse than the last! No wonder they were exiled!"

Alvin laughed when he heard this, thinking that this aunt might not have died very old, and it was good that she still maintained such an attitude after so many years.

But Shantis on the side was not happy.

"Banshee! What do you know? Wasn't it you so-called high elves who caused the disaster at the Well of Eternity?! And now you dare to speak ill of my adoptive parents?!"

Farah glanced and curled her lips.

"Ha, who was that? You're Stormrage's adopted daughter. Who's your adoptive mother? Is it still that village girl Tyrande? Ha, let me tell you, Tyrande has some skills, but your adoptive father is really useless. The truly powerful one is Stormrage's younger brother. That kid is really powerful... I think his name is Illidan or something..."

"But it doesn't matter. When I was alive, I was older than them and held a higher position than them. Why can't I say something about them? I'll say it, I'll say it, I'll say it!"

"You! Alvin! Say something!"

Shantis, who was always serious, was no match for Farah. She almost cried after a few words from her.

Seeing that the situation was getting too ugly, Alvin quickly stepped in to act as a peacemaker.

"Alright, alright, Auntie, stop talking. Mr. Stormrage and Ms. Tyrande are both great heroes. If it weren't for them, the elves would have been wiped out!"

"Good boy, you are turning your elbow outward! Are you still a member of our Xingyuan family? I know, you must have married into the family, right? You..."

"Ouch! You dare to poke me with your staff?!"

Alvin scratched his head.

"Really? I heard a mosquito buzzing! If I hear it again, I'll make it disappear!"