The 'Washing Wind Festival' celebration, 'wearing a crown of orchids', has begun.

In the gentle breeze, there is not only the fragrance of flowers, but also many kites flying in the wind. They are of various shapes and colors flying in the sky, contrasting with the fluttering petals.

On this day when many travelers and elves gather together, the streets are filled with sightseeing figures.

"How do you feel about the environment here, Jialan?"

On a high rooftop terrace with a flower crown, Marantha personally entertained Loranhill and Westena. The view from here was excellent and most of the city's scenery could be seen.

"It's very likable." Loran Hill was generous in praising it.

After the celebration began, a group of elf girls in white began to walk out from one side of the street. They carried flower baskets and sang softly. As they stepped, they gradually scattered the flowers into the air. Then, they were lifted up by the gentle breeze and slowly floated towards the sky.

When this group of elf girls singing Shiyao appeared, cheers and applause rang out on the streets. Everyone followed these festival-specific Shiyao girls and walked around the streets, making it extremely lively for a while.

The festive atmosphere was very strong, and then several elves riding Pegasus flew in from the horizon, holding trumpets, harps, reed pipes, and violins in their hands, and presented cheerful music for this festival.

The entire celebration venue was immersed in joy, and such a peaceful and tranquil scene was unimaginable for the empire outside.

No wonder elves are becoming less and less common in the empire. With such a peaceful hometown, who would be willing to go out and explore the world?

Loran Hill looked at this scene thoughtfully.

At this "Wind Cleansing Festival", many factions of forest elves came, and it was in the crowd that Westena introduced many of them to Loranhill, and they gradually got to know each other.

This time is different from the past. In addition to some elves with a friendly attitude, there are also some more xenophobic individuals and factions. They are similar to Sabrina and are very hostile to humans.

Hypocritical, cunning, mean, and cruel, this is how this faction evaluates human beings.

Loran Hill sometimes feels powerless about such views. You may tell these people that such phenomena do exist, but they are not all. There are also noble beings among human beings.

But such words will only make the other party more convinced. Look, you have already admitted it, and you still want me to change my mind.

Neutrality is always less powerful and impactful than extremes.

And now we can no longer use the weak speeches of the past to persuade people.

Having a big fist can sometimes make people calm down and talk to you calmly. After several unsuccessful attempts at persuasion, our sage girl would occasionally wonder if she could become evil to be more "persuasive".

"I'm so tired, Westena." One night, Loran Hill sat on the sofa by the window, looking at the night sky outside, uttered a whine, and then leaned back on the sofa, not wanting to move.

"Don't say that. Believe in yourself, Jialan. You can do it, hehe." Westena said something that seemed like coaxing, and then she chuckled.

"But now it's time to move on to the next stage."

"I'll take you to see Her Majesty the Queen tomorrow. She shouldn't be so busy now."

"Actually, Jialan is already quite formidable. At first, I didn't expect those guys to be so easy to talk to with you. You know, even I, an elf sage, don't have as much face as you."

"She's just taking advantage of her status." Loran Hill felt a little amused when she thought about it. As the great sage of Clansia, people would unconsciously think that her words represented the will of the country, so many elves took her words seriously and thought about it.

Although it may seem like a case of using tiger skins as tiger skins, it does work.

The next day, Cuiyue Palace.

Two guests were welcomed in the palace, which was half by the lake and half by the forest.

The palace is roofed with green glazed tiles, decorated with snow-white walls, and surrounded by clear springs. Beautiful and exotic plants can be seen everywhere inside, emitting magical halos of various colors.

Walking along the corridors of this palace, you will see elf maids with butterfly wings on their backs swimming around, making you feel like you are falling into a dream.

These elven maids are all extremely powerful. They decorate, maintain and protect the palace where the elven queen lives, and they themselves have become part of the palace scenery.

"Are you Loran Hill?"

In the water lily pavilion in the lake, Loran Hill met the current Elf Queen.

If described in terms of human appearance, she would be in her 20s, with long, smooth light pink hair, and a snow-white, elegant long dress with floating halos on her cuffs and behind her head, like a goddess in a fairy tale.

However, Loran Hill knew that this was not a god, and the blooming and floating thorn halo should be the effect of the holy object, which had a protective and isolating effect, allowing the elven queen to remain strong and safe.

"Aichenvila, you have to extinguish the halo. That's polite." Shortly after sitting down, the queen asked the question, and Westena knocked on the thorn halo floating behind her head, telling her that this was impolite.

"Oh, I understand, Tena." The queen covered her head and extinguished the golden thorn halo behind her and on her sleeves, then she looked calm and approachable.

They have a very good relationship. Looking at this scene, Loran Hill blinked.

The Elf Queen was not angry at all about Westena's behavior. Looking at the relaxed and casual appearance of the two, it seemed that they were already used to such scenes.

"Hello, I am the... uh, sage of Clansia, Loranhill." This was the first time that Loranhill took the initiative to tell others that he was the sage of Clansia.

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