Quick Transmigration: Survive to the End

The Elf King's figure only appeared for a short while.

After Catherine and Charlie finished speaking, there was no trace of the Elf King left.

Many people flocked to the auction house from all directions, but the dragons had already obtained what they wanted and left.

That night, the butler Joe didn't return, and Charlie and Romeo were responsible for making breakfast together the next day.

After finishing her meal, Catherine said, "I won't be able to go to the auction today, and I might have to stay here for a few more days. Stella, you..."

“I’m leaving town today,” Stella replied with a smile. “There are many things you can’t do while I’m here, so let’s part ways for now and see each other again later.”

Catherine secretly wished Stella would stay with her, but she had to admit that Stella was right.

This is the perfect time for her to step in, and also the time when Stella is less suited to appear.

Because Stella could not possibly become a rebel against God.

After the meal, Catherine had many things to do, and Stella didn't ask her to see her off; she left the city on her own.

After leaving the city, Stella headed north until she reached a deserted place, where she finally contacted the Elf King.

As Stella watched the Elf King stand by the dragon's horns and fly through the clouds, she knew that he had left with the dragons.

"Your Majesty, you returned so quickly? Why didn't you use a magic circle to teleport?"

“Some things can’t be delayed,” the Elf King said, moving the mirror to the side.

Stella saw a small dragon that wasn't moving much on the other dragon's head.

The Elf King continued, "This cub has had its bloodline power awakened and is undergoing a transformation, but it did not receive proper guidance at the auction house. The dragon's genes are too powerful and domineering, and it cannot withstand the magic circle's teleportation. It also needs to return to the birthplace of Dragon Island as soon as possible, so we were unable to bring it back."

“So that’s how it is,” Stella realized why the Elf King had come along.

Although Savison is the Dragon King, he may not be as knowledgeable as the Elf King when it comes to healing dragons.

"I thought I'd get to see you again, Wang."

“When the opportunity arises again,” the Elf King replied.

“Okay,” Stella agreed, even though she felt that the next opportunity should come after she returned to the Elf Forest.

Having severed communication with the Elf King, Stella continued north and finally arrived at the territory of the Dark Temple.

The ordinary people under the jurisdiction of the Dark Temple are no different from those under the jurisdiction of the Temple of Light, except for their different beliefs.

Therefore, Stella is more interested in the other races living here.

Stella stayed there for a while, figuring out the internal structure of the vampires and visiting the Sea of ​​the Dead before setting off to return.

After another trip to the seaside, her travels will be almost over.

It was at this time that Stella received a message from Damian and Lucas that it was time for them to go out.

Stella went to see them, feeling a mix of unfamiliarity and familiarity towards her friend who had fully grown into an adult.

"Didn't you say you could have come out a long time ago?" Stella glanced at Lucas before winking at Damian. "Could it be that you're waiting for some procrastinator?"

“Who are you calling a procrastinator?” Lucas retorted somewhat sheepishly. “Damian just waited a few extra days for me.”

Damian, seemingly out of kindness, explained from the sidelines: "His days probably amount to several months."

Lucas blushed slightly and said in a deliberately rude tone, "So what? Stella has been out for so long anyway, we're going to miss her. What difference does it make whether we go out early or late? We might as well go out together and have some company."

Damian shrugged: "Listen, he has quite a few reasons."

Stella hadn't seen them since she came out, and now, talking to them, the familiar feeling returned, and she couldn't help but feel a little nostalgic.

Because she was worried about her two friends, Stella walked with them for a while before deciding to turn back.

Stella gave them the gifts she had brought, and Damian gave her the clothes she had collected during her trip.

Stella didn't expect that when it came time to part ways, it would be Lucas who was the most awkward.

He kept a straight face and waited for Damian to speak to her for a while before saying, "We'll be back soon too."

After saying that, as if afraid Stella wouldn't believe him, he added, "I will definitely go back before the 100-day celebration."

The Elven race holds a 100-day celebration every 100 years, but only a grand celebration every 1,000 years.

When Stella was a child, she invited many other races to the celebration, making it a grand affair. In the past few centuries, however, the celebrations have been mostly attended only by elves and fairies.

For elves and fairies, unless they are truly unable to return, the 100-day celebration is an event they absolutely cannot miss.

Therefore, Stella tends to believe what Lucas said.

"Then good luck," Stella said after thinking for a moment. "Think things through carefully, and don't go to particularly dangerous places."

“I know,” Lucas said. “I’m not the kind of hero who knowingly walks into danger.”

Seeing Stella raise an eyebrow, he added, "That kind of hero only exists in my writing; I could never become him myself."

Stella praised him a few times, making Lucas feel smug even though he knew she was just fooling him, before he parted ways with them.

When Stella came out, she used a magic circle to get around; when she went back, she didn't make the same choice.

Even on her own, Stella didn't find it too hard; she could cover in a day what usually took two or three days.

If Stella herself were to give an evaluation, the only way to describe it would be "eager to return home".

Just as Stella was about to reach the edge of the Elf Forest and successfully surprise the Elf King, she received a message from Catherine.

“Stella,” Catherine was in a terrible state; in fact, this was the most disheveled Catherine had ever been since Stella had met her.

Stella stopped in her tracks: "Catherine, what's wrong?"

“I’m stuck in a maze,” Catherine said softly, smoothing her hair. “I was originally with the Duchess and the others, but after we got here, we got separated.”

"I tried for a long time and found that only the mirror I use to contact you is still working."

"Stella, please talk to me."

This isn't just talking; it's clearly a plea for help.

But seeing Catherine's unusually pitiful appearance, Stella couldn't very well expose her.

Stella seized on the key point in her words: "You mean you can't contact anyone else?"

Catherine nodded, and fearing Stella wouldn't believe her, she even demonstrated it for her.

After she finished demonstrating, the unresponsive mirrors piled up into a small mountain: "See, that's how it is."

Catherine paused, then pointed to one of them and whispered, "That was prepared by the rebels, but it didn't work."

Even the things given by the rebels couldn't be used, but the things she gave could?

Stella gently touched the patterns on the mirror, and suddenly it occurred to her.

The magic mirrors she used for communication were mostly ones that the king had checked and repaired for her magic circles one by one.

If you calculate it this way.

"Catherine, are you at the Temple of Light?"