Chapter 234 Xie Shili's Birth Calls for Mourning

The starlight in the night sky descended like silk ribbons, and the trunks of the ancient trees were shrouded in faint light. Witnessed by the fairies and several invited guests, the fairy clan welcomed a new member.

But unlike what Vifiya had imagined, the fairies did not look happy, the Moon Wood Pool was gloomy, and they hung their heads as if in mourning.

The fairies and elves did not explain, and Vifiya did not speak either.

The dullness dissipated as the Xie Shi Li entered its next phase. Sonata said awkwardly, "Fairies are skilled at creating illusions. To them, illusions are also part of reality, another world."

She paused, glancing in the direction of the human lady beside her. Seeing she was listening intently, she straightened her back and continued, "Fairies don't need heterosexual union to reproduce. They believe that the birth of fairies in this world is the passing of a tree, flower, or blade of grass in the other world."

Vifiya understood and looked towards the ancient tree. The Elf Prophet and Lunala were selecting adult elves who were willing to teach the newborn elves.

Her gaze shifted to Sonata. Before attending the farewell ceremony, she, Ariana, Sonata, and Zatalan discussed the White Realm for nearly two days. This elven princess was not a bad person, at least not from the perspective of the elves.

Vifiya seemed to know why Sonata looked unnatural when she saw her.

She is not good at socializing.

Did she want to apologize to her but couldn't say it?

Since she took the initiative to introduce herself to the customs of the goblins, Vifiya said, "Thank you."

"Ahem." Sonata coughed lightly, and after a moment she finally managed to utter three words, "You're welcome."

Zatalan glanced at the two people and the two elves. "Similarly, death should be joyful, for they will be reborn in the afterlife."

"Life and death never end."

Vifia's eyes fell on the newly born goblins again.

Yes, there is no end.

Isidore, who was standing beside her, seemed to have noticed something and moved a little closer to her.

Vifiya looked over.

His eyes moved around, he knew Vifiya was looking at him, and he curled his fingers at his sides, wondering why he couldn't find a way to relieve the curse.

My heart was itching. I wanted to be close to her, to hold her hand, to make sure that she was still there.

Just now he always felt that Vifiya was thinking something bad, so he moved closer to her.

He didn't know how to explain his approach. If it were Kaharun and the others, they might have come up to him just to play around.

He suddenly felt envious. Kaharun could always make the reasonless become reasonable, Osha could approach her without any scruples, and Arnold was her knight, he didn't need a reason.

Isidore had no reason.

Maybe saying they are friends can barely be considered an excuse.

In fact, he wanted to tell her that Kaharun and the others were not here now, but he was here.

She never called out his name when she was in danger.

Somehow, he thought of this thing that he wanted to ignore and forget.

He gave her the earrings for more than six years, during which time she encountered many dangerous situations, all of which were caused by the earrings automatically triggering magic.

She never called him by his name.

Is he really that unreliable?

perhaps.

Isidore controlled himself not to return her gaze, pretending he hadn't noticed.

Vifiya withdrew her gaze and chatted with Zatalan while waiting for the thank-you ceremony to be over.

"Elder Zatalan, don't you teach the goblins?"

Speaking of teaching children, Zatalan frowned rarely, saying, "Teaching children is too difficult. Lunala is enough of a headache for me."

"Ms. Lunala is very good."

"She's just too obedient." She was so obedient that every time she did something wrong, she admitted her mistake so quickly that Zatalan didn't even have the chance to scold her.

Lunala, who was at the center of their conversation, finally finished the last step of her farewell ceremony. The prophet didn't know what he said to her, and she flapped her wings and flew towards Vifia.

"Miss Vifia!" The little fairy flew quickly with a pair of petal wings behind her.

She stopped steadily in front of Vifiya, but mentioned her companion with some hesitation on her face: "Miss Vifiya, Lady Vesperis wants to see your friend."

Her friend...

Vifiya glanced sideways and happened to meet Isidore's eyes.

Normally, Isidore wouldn't care, but now he just wanted to look at Vifiya and be by her side.

He listened to Vifiya.

"Do you want me to go?" he asked, and if she needed him to, he would do it.

His inquiry seemed very strange to Zatalan and the two elves. After all, wasn't it their own decision whether to meet a strange elf or not?

"Do you want to go?"

I didn't want to, so I changed the subject and Isidore swallowed it back: "I'll listen to you."

Vifiya would naturally choose to go. The prophet had a special status, and she wanted to know why the prophet suddenly wanted to meet a stranger.

but……

Isidore didn't seem very eager to go.

Then we won’t go. Before I could finish my words, Isidore whispered, “I’ll go and take a look.”

Vifiya wants him to go.

Weifeiya was stunned for a moment, then changed her words: "Then I'll wait for you outside."

"Okay." His eyebrows were curved, no different from before.

Zatalan called to a goblin guard to take him there.

After the thank-you ceremony, the fairies in the Moonwood Pool dispersed one after another, and Lunala led the way for Vifiya on her shoulder.

"Ms. Vifiya, I'm glad you can come." Lunala was really happy today. Her new friend had never hurt the fairies and was a good person. He was willing to accept her invitation to attend their fairy clan's farewell ceremony. Moreover, she was praised by Lady Vesperis today.

"Your invitation is very beautiful. Of course I have to come and see it." Vifiya responded, "Just call me Vifiya."

"Good!" Lunala, who was praised by her, held up her slightly red cheeks. She felt that she had been praised by too many fairies today, and with Vifiya, she now felt a little light all over.

The little fairy secretly told herself that she was not working hard enough and was far from being a prophet like Lady Vesperis.

They crossed the border of Moonwood Pond, and Lunala led Vifiya back to the original banquet venue. Suddenly, she remembered something, leaned close to Vifiya, and whispered, "Vifiya, did you have a quarrel with your friend?"

Vifiya paused, feeling awkward?

Was she and Isidore having a quarrel?

Vifiya continued walking forward. She didn't know whether they were having a quarrel or not, because they didn't quarrel, nor did they have any conflicts, let alone the so-called cold war.

"No," she said.

She answered "no" but was actually thinking about Isidore.

The fairy's banquet was dotted with sparkling lights and was extremely lively.

Vifia stopped at the outermost area, closest to the Moonwood Pool. From a distance, she saw several fairies looking at Lunala not far away. It seemed that they were friends.

"I'll be fine here." Vifia looked at Lunala who was greeting her friends. "You don't have to accompany me all the time. Your friends will want to play with you at the fairy party, right?"

Vifiya didn't want her to take care of new friends and ignore old friends for her.

Lunala hesitated after hearing this.

"It's okay. I'll enjoy the party."

The fairy thought for a moment, then spoke quickly: "Wait for me."

Lunala quickly disappeared from her sight, and after a while, she appeared out of nowhere with a bottle of wine in her arms. Seeing this, Vifiya hurriedly helped her take it.

"Cedar dew is a unique wine of our fairy clan. It is super delicious and you will definitely not get drunk." Lunala vowed.

Vifiya smiled lightly and observed the wine. The liquid inside was pure and looked no different from ordinary water.

"Okay, I'll enjoy it slowly, thank you."

Lunala walked away, looking back every few steps: "I'll come back to see you later!"

Vifiya waved her hands helplessly.

There was laughter and joy at the banquet in front. Vifia sat down on a transparent cloth that the fairies had draped on the grass. Most of the aliens attending the banquet were in the central area, so her position would not be easily noticed.

Vifiya lowered her eyes. The food of fairies and elves wasn't very different: berry salad, moss chips, various nectars...

She still can't quite remember the names of the food of other races.

She poured the wine into the crystal glass prepared for her by the fairies. The cedar wine at the first sip did not have the spicy taste of ordinary wine. Instead, it had a strong sweet taste. Then, the sweetness returned to the throat, and then gradually the spiciness came. The spiciness was not strong, but slightly irritated the throat, which brought comfort.

Vifiya couldn't help but drink a few more sips.

There was a thought in her eyes. Did she and Isidore have a quarrel?

Or would Isidore have a quarrel with her?

It is not quite appropriate to say that they are having a quarrel. The way they get along with each other is still the same as before.

The difference is that Isidore has been very abnormal in recent days.

Vifia always knew that Isidore wanted to get close to her, and every time he approached, he would keep a suitable distance.

It was rare for him to follow her with his eyes for a long and naked moment or to stare blankly beside her, but it happened to him frequently recently.

He would ask her what she wanted to eat, would pack up the things in the cabin, and would respond to every question she had immediately...

His attitude towards her never changed.

Likewise, nothing is easier to detect than a sudden change that has never occurred.

Because she had been discussing the affairs of the White Realm these days, she hadn't had time to ask him what he encountered after arriving in the Western Continent.

Over the years, Isidore had rarely troubled her, and most of it was just the relationship between her and him.

Vifiya rubbed the rim of the cup with her fingertips. It turned out that she still needed to ask after the banquet. Later, they were about to set off for the Elf King's Court, and the Elf King agreed to her meeting.

A familiar sound of footsteps was heard in her ears. Vifiya turned her head and their eyes met. Isidore avoided her eyes.

Vifiya's eyes followed his steps as he sat down opposite her.

She lowered her eyes and continued drinking.

Isidore's eyes fell on her wine glass.

"The Prophet said nothing," he began.

Under the ancient tree, the prophet stared at him for a long time, and finally just sighed and let him go back.

"It's okay." Vifiya said softly, taking the last sip of wine from the crystal glass. She smiled at him and said, "Enjoy the party."

"good."

As Isidore finished his response, a voice echoed in his mind: "Jiang Suian, aren't you curious about how the prophet lost one of his eyes?"

[Vefiya] suddenly spoke up, and the purpose of her question was too obvious.

"Does it have anything to do with you?" Vifiya asked in a very low voice.

Isidore, whose attention had been on her, looked across and, after realizing who she was talking to, lowered his eyelids and took the wine she had just been drinking. She seemed to like it very much.

In the body shared with Jiang Suian, [Vifiya] nestled comfortably in the corner, and everything Jiang Suian saw was reflected in her eyes.

Leden Forest was the same as what she had seen after leaving Jiang Suian.

"I'm just an ordinary marquis' daughter. How could this possibly have anything to do with me?" [Vifiya] said with a slight upturned tone, seeming to be in a good mood. "It has something to do with you, Jiang Suian. Jiang Suian, it's you~"

"You know I won't." Even if Vifiya wanted to collect clues again, she would not touch the so-called fate, especially her own.

Can a future that is already known but not experienced still be called destiny? It is better to know nothing so that you can bet everything without hesitation.

"Well, what a shame~" [Vefia] smacked her lips, "I'm going to bed now. I won't talk to you anymore."

There was no sound in her mind for a long time, and Vifiya fell silent.

Is it related to her? Losing an eye to the prophet is probably not a good thing.

That day in the hotel run by Jotina in the town of Pozozi, [Vefiya] did not lie to her again, but was still unwilling to tell her everything.

She only said, "I was in the Western Continent when you thought I disappeared."

"Miss Vifia!" A cry of surprise pulled her thoughts away.

Vifia raised her eyes. Lunala frantically picked up the cedar and she hurriedly shouted, "Cedar, he can't drink it!"

She had heard from the Zatalan elders that he was the goddess's favorite.

"The stronger the magic power, the easier it is to get drunk!"

Vifiya looked up in surprise, and Isidore in front of her was as quiet as usual.

She snatched the wine from his hand while he was dazed.

Isidore blinked slowly, looked at his empty hands, and turned his expressionless face towards the person who had robbed him.

Just one glance, and his eyes never left her again. Vifiya actually saw the grievance in him.

Is he drunk?