The little dragon landed, its huge wings kicking up a cloud of sand and stones below.

The landing site was chosen in the wilderness, where no pedestrians could be seen in the surrounding area.

Everyone possessed elemental abilities, and after several leaps, they quickly arrived below.

Ron turned around and asked, "Jeff, would you like to enter the Elf Forest?"

"No need, my lord, I can take care of Little Dragon here."

"Alright then, you can keep these magic crystals. Call Little Dragon back every seven days at most, so you can go back then. You won't have to guard this place all the time anymore; you can just fly around with Little Dragon..."

Although the elves don't interact much with humans, some members of the Magic Crystal Merchant Guild have entered the guild before, and Jeff was one of them.

Compared to playing, Jeff seemed to prefer spending time with his summoned creatures, or perhaps he wanted to focus on his swordsman training...

After becoming a Grandmaster, some swordsmen became even more focused, hoping to catch a glimpse of the legendary realm before their lifespan ended.

After saying goodbye to Jeff, the group entered the Elf Forest.

The elven male archer led the way, while Chris stayed in the middle to protect the group.

If it's not an adventurer's party, there's no need to force a party formation with shield warriors in front.

The legend lives on, bringing immense peace of mind.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Ron felt it necessary to get closer to Chris.

Because returning to one's hometown is always a happy time, isn't it?

At this moment, Ron's attempt to get closer to Ron was part of his little scheme.

He slowly approached Chris in the middle section.

"What's up?"

The elven elder clearly sensed that Ron was intentionally approaching him.

"It's nothing serious, but as an outsider, I'm not very familiar with the etiquette of the Elven race. I hope you can give me some pointers so I don't cause any trouble."

"Elves are not like humans, so they don't have many rules. Just be natural."

"Really? How can it be a natural law..."

"..."

Ron already knew a little about the elven race, but as the elven elder spoke, he gained a deeper understanding of them.

That's fine too.

I gradually came up with several ways to get along with the elves!

Before they knew it, they were gradually venturing deeper into the Elf Forest. During this time, Ron's topics of conversation changed several times, all of them trivial matters, which allowed the Elf Elder to take on the role of a teacher for a while.

As he spoke with Ron, the elven elder also realized this.

Also, haven't you been interacting with people much for many years?

The affairs of the elves remain of great interest to other races...

It must be said that Ron's enthusiastic attempts to get closer to them had some effect, and they became more familiar with each other.

Ron felt it was about time, so he said, "Um, Senior Chris, I'd like to make some elf friends. Is that alright?"

Look, here comes the goal.

However, Chris agreed after a brief thought.

"Yes, as a rare genius of the human race, you can broaden the horizons of the younger generation of our race, which is a good thing."

"That's fine, it's just making friends. With your advice, senior, I feel much more at ease."

"This junior will return first..."

Having achieved his goal, Ron ended the conversation at the right time, and Chris simply nodded slightly in agreement to Ron's departure.

This conversation can be considered a brief interlude upon entering the Elf Forest, and the group continued on their way.

We walked for a while longer.

Ron had unconsciously grown to feel a sense of familiarity with the giant tree beside him.

The broad trees, the rustling of leaves in the wind, and the sparse, almost nonexistent, beams of sunlight all speak volumes about the abundance of the trees.

It must be said that as we proceeded, without speaking, I gradually sensed a sense of oppression.

That eerie feeling of darkness instead of sunshine when the sun should be blazing.

Have we gone this far?

It turns out there's another scene like this on the outskirts of the Elf Forest.

Sure enough, Ron wasn't the only one feeling depressed.

Vivian unconsciously moved a little closer to Ron, while Tabitha walked up to Ron openly and started talking to him.

"May I ask, Viscount, what was your intention in saying those things to the senior elf earlier?"

Ron shook his head slightly. "Tabitha too, at least find a better topic to talk about!"

This is just making conversation for the sake of it. Why didn't you ask when you finished talking with the senior elf?

Others didn't want to be so repressed, but Ron could only reply simply: "Didn't you hear me? I want to make some elf friends."

"Could it be a female elf? I knew it. Just look at you, Viscount, and everyone knows!"

What does this have to do with anything?

When you run out of topics, do you unconsciously say things that might offend people?

Even so, Ron subconsciously glanced at his side.

Magical girl Vivian, angel Rita, little tower, and Uncle Arno behind her.

Vivian and Rita are getting closer, no wonder people think that way.

“Miss, I think you’re overthinking it. Actually, I want to make some elf friends who are good at magic runes.”

"Oh, is that so?"

For some reason, Tabitha recalled the earnest expression on the dwarf blacksmith's face at that moment.

Perhaps it is true, but there's no need to say it; instead, he wanted to say it again: "I won't..."

"Wait, we have a guest!"

Ron just happened to interrupt Tebbisa.

Someone was indeed approaching quickly.

Immediately, Tebbisa activated her magical mental perception.

"The breath of life..."

How many are there?

"About ten people!"

At this moment, the male elf leading the way said, "He's a partner!"

"Elder!"

Another thing he wanted to say was that he wanted the elven elder Chris to do something.

Chris nodded slightly, and the group stopped. Ron and the others were fortunate enough to witness the first magic in the elven legend.

He stretched out his right hand, with the first three fingers pointing to the sky, and silently recited a word in the Elven language.

Is this... Elvish magic?

Ron muttered to himself.

Clearly, a little magic is not enough to show the superiority or inferiority between Elvish and Dragon magic, but Ron could still sense that the existing magic of the Elven race seemed to be more advanced than that of the Human race.

I wonder if it's because of the legend!

Finally, a whispered elven voice announced: "Fuse magic!"

Several streams of elemental information shot out.

Before long, the chaotic life force began to coalesce.

The two groups of people gradually drew closer.

Although there was still not much sunshine, Ron saw the first wave of intelligent creatures in the Elf Forest.

A neat team, numbering more than ten.

In front of the archer half-elf, there were some warriors and druids, and those few... could they be the legendary halflings?

They received information that represented their identity and greeted each other respectfully upon first meeting.

"Greetings, Elder Elf."

"..."

Ron silently scoffed at the claim that elves didn't need those pretentious rituals.