When Loran Hill stepped onto the stone steps on the shore and stood on solid ground again, a burst of music from the xylophone and reed pipe came from the courtyard palace shaded by trees. It seemed to be the famous "Song of Spring" among the elves.

The reed pipe made of black wood emits a leisurely humming sound when played, which is like the insect cave I searched for in the summer of my childhood, bringing back waves of nostalgia. The xylophone emits an ethereal and refreshing echo, making people feel like they are walking in a dream.

Westena gestured to Charlie and Loran Hill to keep quiet, then led them across the gravel path in the courtyard, step by step towards the venue of the banquet.

There were already many elves here before they arrived.

Some of them sat at the small round table and listened quietly, some held their instruments and played passionately on the grass in the courtyard, their bodies swaying with the pulling of the strings and rising and falling with the blowing of the reed pipes, and some leaned on the railings at the side of the corridor with wine glasses in their hands, looking at the people playing in the field with hazy eyes, and it was unclear whether they saw the moving figures or recalled the distant past.

With a prolonged ending, the music finally ended.

There was a burst of lively applause, and everyone gradually woke up from the music, and the courtyard became lively again.

"Good evening, Westena. And such a beautiful Miss Jialan."

As recent acquaintances, Asara and his companions walked over and greeted the three of them. Although it was not the first time they met, he was still a little surprised by Loran Hill tonight, as if he had just met him for the first time.

"I always feel that it was created by a master." Then he turned his gaze to the emerald dress on the girl and praised Westena's good idea.

"Of course, Jialan is the cutest girl I have ever seen." Westena blinked and supported Loran Hill, who was about to escape, in front of her to prevent this guy from getting away.

As the two greeted each other, many people in the venue turned their attention to the human being who appeared tonight, or should we say, the 'witch'?

Compared to those long-established witches, the relatively young Loran Hill always gave off a youthful vibe, even though she wasn't actually that young. Perhaps it was more of a mental state.

Everyone looked at the slightly embarrassed young witch with a knowing and kind smile. Some elf sisters even wanted to come over and tease the lovely witch, but they were stopped by Westena.

After a lively introduction, a number of elves surrounded Westena and Loran Hill, while Charlie sneaked away from the crowd and ran to meet some old friends and classmates.

Just as Loran Hill was struggling to remember each person who was introduced to him, a noise came from outside, and then a blond man walked in surrounded by several elves.

He had a sharp chin, slightly long eyes, short blond hair that reached his shoulders, and a large, flat, round red gem earring that occasionally appeared on one side.

The ruby ​​earrings with gold trim reflected an eye-catching brilliance from time to time in the light. Compared with other elves, this man's dress was more "retro". His clothes were made of soft and loose white fabric. Although it looked very comfortable, it also gave people a feeling that he was not serious.

"Eperion." Westena whispered the name in Loranthil's ear.

Although this man is also a sage of the elves and stands on Westena's side, Westena seems to have some difficulty getting along with him and is a rather difficult friend.

"The night is very pleasant, Westena. I saw beautiful scenery along the way."

As he approached, the blond man waved gently to free himself from the crowd around him, then walked towards Loran Hill and raised his hand to greet him.

"It's really beautiful." Westena thought of the fireflies she saw on the road and nodded reluctantly in agreement.

"Is this Miss Jialan? It's an honor to meet you." As he said this, he half bent down in front of Loran Hill and saluted with a slightly classical etiquette, one hand lightly pressing on the shoulder and the other hand raised behind him, as standard as a marble statue, impeccable.

Just when Loran Hill was a little unsure of how to respond politely, the man stood up naturally and continued his story.

"My name is Eperion, and I have always admired your existence." Although the words were a bit exaggerated, the natural expression gave people the feeling that it was true. He was expressing his true feelings without any haze or concealment.

"Thank you~" At this time, Loran Hill finally lifted her skirt slightly to return the greeting.

Only then did Eperion resume his conversation with his 'friend', Westena, briefly discussing the past few years and their reflections. Although it was a reminiscence, Loranhill could tell that Westena's responses were rather formal, as if she didn't want to share her feelings and thoughts too much.

"How about we go sit over there for a while. We have an important guest coming and he might not be back for a while." Eperion pointed to a pavilion in the corner of the courtyard, where quiet white moon orchids were blooming around, emitting a faint fluorescence in the night.

Westena turned her head to look at the pavilion, but did not refuse. She walked slowly over with Loran Hill.

After the three of them sat down, the blond man introduced himself to Loran Hill in detail.

"I'm a painter, and I have a bit of fame, but it was all due to everyone's misplaced love that I was lucky enough to become a sage."

"My childhood and teenage years were rough, nothing much to write home about. Later, I met a teacher who gave me valuable guidance. I gradually embarked on the path of becoming a painter, gained some popularity, and then gradually began to live a comfortable life."

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