Quick Transmigration: Survive to the End

"Besides, everything that has been experienced will inevitably leave a trace."

"Although you haven't been out much in recent years, it's hard to guarantee that no one knows you."

"The Eugene family, for example, found your place in just one day, didn't they?"

Stella advised him, "Humans may be a short-lived species, but that doesn't mean they are fools who can be easily fooled."

"Besides, we're already at our doorstep, don't you want to go back and see Damian?"

Robert said with a hint of helplessness, "Stella, you're a real negotiation expert."

“No, I’m not a negotiation expert,” Stella said. “I just know you better.”

Robert didn't say anything more. Since he had already decided to go home, he might as well save his words and get back as soon as possible.

Stella, who had returned with a perfectly legitimate reason, felt incredibly relaxed. Sitting on her little sofa, she unconsciously began to hum a song.

Seeing that she was in high spirits, the Elf King temporarily put aside his official duties and took out his harp to accompany her.

Stella sang even more joyfully, the leaping notes drifting over the mother tree and reaching outside the Elf King's Palace.

Garcia stopped in his tracks, about to go inside to report, and turned to the elven elder, saying, "Since there's nothing urgent, let's go in later?"

The elven elder nodded and went outside with her.

But they didn't go far. After all, the Elf King's music was praised even by the gods, and Stella, having received the Elf King's tutelage, was not bad either.

For them, this was a rare treat, so how could they bear to leave?

Stella sang three songs in a row, then rested her chin on her hand and listened intently to the Elf King playing the harp.

The Elf King's fingers were fair and slender; the way he gently plucked the strings was truly beautiful.

If Stella were to choose the most beautiful hands among all the races she has ever seen, the Elf King's hands would undoubtedly be number one.

Of course, the Elf King's appearance was no less impressive than his hands.

Pleasing to the eye in every sense of the word.

Stella was unsure whether to look at the hands or the face first.

After a while, she realized with embarrassment that she should have listened to music properly.

The Elf King stopped playing the last piece and looked at Stella with a smile.

Stella clutched her chest, leaned back on the sofa, and said, "Your Majesty, you'd better tone down your charm, or I won't be able to leave the house today!"

The Elf King chuckled and put away his harp: "Alright, go play. Garcia and the others are already waiting outside."

Garcia's arrival meant that new official business was on his doorstep.

Stella flew up, opened the door, and found that not only Garcia was outside, but also the Elf Elder and Robert.

However, Robert looked like he had just arrived, as he was still greeting the other two.

Stella reminded them, "The king is waiting for you."

Garcia and the others realized what was happening and entered one by one.

Stella closed the door for them, then flew outside to find her friends.

With Damian back, Lucas would certainly find it difficult to be alone, so Stella had a clear goal and headed straight for Damian's studio.

“Stella,” Damian was the first to sense her approach, looking up from his work.

Lucas clearly missed Stella too, but he still spoke to her awkwardly: "What, finally decided to come out?"

Stella blinked, realizing she had forgotten about him when she was talking about the Eugene family, and looked at Damian.

Damian clearly understood her look, blinked twice, indicating that he didn't say anything either.

Hesitant mouth!

Stella, without a hint of guilt, said, "Lucas, have you finished your script?"

Lucas noticed she was changing the subject, snorted, but didn't press further: "Yeah, it's finished."

Lucas took the notebook out of his storage ring, placed it on the table, and proudly raised his chin: "I don't believe you can find any fault with it this time!"

This……

Stella and Damian exchanged a glance. Based on that statement alone, they would be letting down their childhood friendship if they didn't show some real skills!

Stella and Damian read it together.

It must be said that after hundreds of years of nitpicking, Lucas has made a qualitative leap in terms of plot logic. Although he still does not give up his pursuit of romance scripts, what he is best at now has little to do with this aspect.

While his logic is sound, Lucas lacks a lot of life experience, so the characters he writes are not very relatable.

Stella's advice was to wait until he traveled to the mainland and observe more closely.

“I would like to,” Lucas said with a hint of resentment, “but the elder rejected my request, saying it was the king’s will that underage elves who are not capable of being independent are not allowed to go to the continent in the near future.”

Stella knew why, but without a conclusion, she couldn't tell him. She could only say, "Then listen to the King and the Elders. But I think you should go to the new illusion realm to hone your skills. Otherwise, you might find that the outside world has changed too much and is completely different from what you knew."

Lucas nodded at first, then suddenly seemed to realize something: "How do you know the outside world has changed so much?"

Stella remained completely unfazed and countered, "Hundreds of years have passed, is the Elf Forest still the same as it was when you were born?"

Lucas thought about it and realized she was right.

If even the Elf Forest has changed so much, imagine how much more other places have changed.

But Lucas was reluctant to go to the amusement park by himself.

With all my good friends around, why should I take the initiative?

Stella and Damian couldn't persuade him otherwise, so they got up together and followed him outside.

As soon as they opened the door, they saw Robert standing there, raising his hand as if to knock.

Upon seeing Robert, Lucas immediately became much more dignified, displaying exceptionally refined elven manners.

A hint of a smile flickered in Robert's eyes as he asked, "Are you going out?"

Damian nodded: "We plan to go to the new Illusion Zone at the amusement park."

“Then you might have to wait until tomorrow,” Robert said, looking at Stella.

"The king has given me a task, and I need Stella's help."