Chapter 50 Elf King [VIP]

Easier said than done.

Dozens of forest rangers nearby were also looking at Luke.

The elf who had asked the question earlier was sure that he did not see any regret or evasion in the boy's eyes, so he was too lazy to ask again and just said, "You will regret it."

Then his gaze finally fell on the high priest.

Now the face showed that of a middle-aged man. Although he looked righteous and solemn, the ranger somehow felt somewhat resistant to the aura of the other person.

He couldn't tell the reason, so he followed the procedure and asked, "What about you?"

High Priest: "Meet the Elf King."

Luke answered quickly: "Then you will regret it too."

High Priest: “…”

The ranger saw that the two sides were not getting along and decided not to get involved, so he turned around and walked deeper into the woods.

Luke quickly followed the elves' steps, looking up and smacking his lips from time to time.

There are cobblestone roads and suspension bridges in the forest, but almost all of them are built in mid-air. Behind the natural green barrier, not far away is a strange mushroom towering into the sky.

Hundreds of elves are queuing up from the ladder to reach the surface of the mushroom. From time to time, a "whoosh" sound similar to that of a train can be heard from above, which is suspected to be a traffic track.

The young elf, who was not very worldly-wise, looked at the guest curiously.

Luke's DNA moved: "On the other side of the mountain and the sea there is a group of elves. They are lively and smart, naughty and sensitive..."

Not everyone is used to him starting to sing at the slightest disagreement.

The high priest looked away coldly.

This was the first time he opened his eyes and looked at the other person. He looked like a playful scoundrel at all times and had not inherited any of the nobility of the saint.

The classic song was catchy and the elves learned it immediately.

"Beyond the mountains and the sea..."

They sang elf songs and skipped up the ladder.

Seeing this, the ranger's eyes softened a little, and he even took the initiative to talk to Lu Jia: "I have read the article on the suona. Is the village that invented the suona really gone?"

Luke was now certain that the ranger knew his identity, and fortunately the report he mentioned was not about marketing his beauty.

Luke: “Not anymore.”

There is no going back to the global village.

Ranger: "Then the tune you just played is also from there?"

Luke continued to nod.

The ranger said: "It's dangerous to meet the king. Why don't you write down the score and we can pass it on for you?"

How do you say it in human terms? Passing on the torch.

Luke: “…You’re welcome.”

Seeing him refuse, the ranger felt a little regretful, "We can't speak in front of the king, but if you are lucky, maybe you will just become a slave."

The ranger pointed him in a direction.

Elks are drinking water by the river, the street lights hanging on the trees are always on, and in the distance people are mining and digging stones.

Music slaves are also divided into different levels. Music slaves without music sense can only do physical work forever.

"The last person who went to see the king to negotiate a deal ended up with a sentence longer than his life expectancy."

The ranger looked at the palace in the distance. "Although I have tried to persuade him, he is still confident because of his noble birth."

Lujia didn't think there was anything wrong after hearing this. The other party had already said the ugly words in advance, and he still had to fight. If he failed, he could only admit it.

The snow ferret made a "chi" sound and patted his chest proudly: When the situation goes wrong, just hold me here.

Luke took a breath and said, You are really skilled.

The snow ferret always turned its butt towards the high priest, but the latter was proud of his status and didn't bother with the thing raised by a saint.

The high priest was a little uneasy, mainly worried whether the saint knew about the Holy Court's plan, otherwise why would it be such a coincidence?

Soon, the high priest once again denied this idea.

If you really knew, you wouldn't just send your pet and a bad boy to cause trouble.

Deep in the forest, there is a palace permanently located with countless white ladders winding around the trees. The pillars have all been replaced by the tall and sturdy mushrooms from before.

Vines moved in the form of snakes on the lookout, singing an eerie song.

Under the palace is the entrance to the elves' treasure house. They have not deliberately concealed this fact. Since the Elf King himself is in charge, not many people would voluntarily come to die.

Ranger: “Go in.”

Luke thought of the Holy Tower guards: "No need to pass on the message?"

Ranger: “We don’t have this project.”

“…”

The guards in the huge palace were all serious and Luke thought there would be special elves to lead the way.

As a result, every few hundred meters, the elves would point him in a direction with their eyes, one after another, and they conveyed the direction with their eyes all the way to the main hall.

After looking at the looks of others along the way, Lujia was deeply moved: "There is something lively in their eyes."

The ferret's eyes suddenly sparkled, and it gently tapped Luke's arm with its tail: Look.

Beauty, such a beauty!

Quill glanced coldly at the old man.

In the clean and bright hall ahead, there is a huge Liuhaiqin.

There is no throne here. On the exquisite walnut stage, a group of small animals are performing happily, just like a fairy tale kingdom.

The man with the ferret's eyes full of heart watched the performance quietly. He was the only audience member in the audience.

The moment Luka looked over, he had to admit that this was the most beautiful man he had ever seen. His long golden hair showed his innate elegance and his whole body exuded the breath of nature. All living creatures would subconsciously want to get close to him, even ferrets were no exception.

Without even glancing at it, Quill reminded, "On the wall."

Luke came back to his senses and his eyelids twitched. The newspaper headline posted on the wall was extremely familiar and glaring: "Oh my God! A Face More Beautiful Than the Elf King.

Almost at the same time, the Elf King stood up from the audience.

"You came at the wrong time and interrupted today's performance."

The little animals on the stage sensed the strange smell and ran away one by one.

Luke and the high priest were ready to speak, but the Elf King did not give them the chance. Two elven guards came over and brought two more vine chairs. They were living plants that could sprout thorns at any time to cover the people sitting on them.

The Elf King spoke again only after Luke and the high priest sat down.

"Since you are here, you should know that transactions with rangers are only barter, but with me, life and death are your own responsibility."

The voice was like the mist lingering on the top of a mountain. It was easy to make people feel elated. But the last sentence was chilling.

Luke and the high priest nodded one after another.

The Elf King continued, "Only those who have passed the test are qualified to negotiate the bargaining chips. Unfortunately, no visitor has been able to do so so far."

"The glory of the Holy Court is above all else," the high priest asked calmly, without a trace of fear in his eyes, "What is the test?"

The Elf King did not answer, but said coldly: "If you fail later, the Holy Court will not be able to protect you. As for you, if you can't pass..."

The cold and sharp eyes finally swept over Luke: "Leave here immediately."

The air suddenly became quiet.

No matter how calm the high priest was, he was deeply surprised at this moment, and even felt a little angry.

"Are you kidding, sir?"

This distinction is too exaggerated.

The Elf King remained indifferent, but Lujia covered his mouth and whispered, "I asked someone to find a connection."

The Elf King will not give face to one force, but if there are more than one, he will inevitably have to consider it.

The communication stone has a distance limit, so before he set off, he went to find a saint again and asked him to help contact the dragon clan and ask the dragon clan to say hello on his behalf.

The Dragon Clan and the Centaur Clan have a good relationship, and the Centaur Chief also helped out by saying hello.

In the first draft that Luke sent to Karen, he enclosed a letter to Lillian, hoping that her pharmacist father and succubus mother would try to say good things about him. If it is convenient, it would be best to mention it to the Lord of Boulder City.

As a modern man, he is well aware of the importance of connections.

After saying that, Lujia looked at the high priest in surprise: "Didn't you find any connections?"

“…”

The air became silent for the second time.

I really didn’t find it!

In a foreign country, you rush here with faith?

Luke immediately straightened his clothes and sat up straight: "It is great that the Holy Court has you."

The aura around was distorted invisibly, making it hard to breathe.

Luke sat leisurely in the chair, waiting for the test to begin.

The high priest had a gloomy look in his eyes. It seemed that the newspaper was not exaggerated. This kid was not only able to practice, but his current level was not low and his spatial resistance was quite strong.

The Elf King ignored their disputes and chanted a spell casually. The exquisitely crafted Liuhaiqin floated silently onto the stage.

He then walked onto the stage, the lights came on automatically, and when the Elf King sat at the piano, everything looked like a work of art.

Luke narrowed his eyes and compared musical instruments?

The high priest was relieved. There was more than one priest. The Holy See sent him specially because his musical attainments far exceeded those of ordinary people.

"What you said before is true." The Elf King lowered his eyes slightly, with only the strings in his eyes: "Only music is eternal."

Luke raised an eyebrow slightly.

The Elf King actually knew every word he said outside the forest. He was very sure that there was no divine awareness covering the surroundings at that time.

"Just competing in the Liujiaoqin?" Luka asked.

The Elf King shook his head: "What I need is an audience."

"Whoever feels good after listening to it has passed the test." The Elf King calmly placed his overly long fingers on the strings, and then changed the subject with a bit of sharpness: "Of course, if it is against your will, I will not give face to anyone."

Luka sent a message to the quill: "I have a bad feeling."

The elves are best at music, so it's weird to use this to test the public.

The high priest also frowned. Since the Elf King said so, he must be able to verify the truth of the answer he will give later.

But what is the difficulty of this problem?

A beautiful melody like a clear spring flows slowly, and the timing of each sound brushing the strings is just right.

Everyone stopped thinking and listened attentively.

Luke had never heard such a moving performance before. Just as he was intoxicated, the Elf King suddenly started singing -

The guards outside the door put on masks of pain in advance.

Luke and the high priest were completely unprepared and were nearly stunned by the shout.

Just like the bodies of dragons, the voices of elves are born as weapons. Ordinary people's hoarse and mocking voices would only sound unpleasant to the audience, but if they encounter an elf, and a powerful one at that, the impact would be almost as strong as a missile launch.

The Elf King was still playing passionately.

The love in the ferret's eyes completely disappeared, and it frantically emitted healing light waves to itself, but despite this, it eventually fainted.

The quills flew off in the face of disaster, and asked calmly, "Can I wait outside?"

He is going to die.

Luke used all his rationality not to close his five senses, and stared at the stage with wide eyes in disbelief.

Is this reasonable?

He plays the instrument so well, but he is tune-deaf!

Not a single note was in tune.

The mechanical clock on the wall ticked off one minute and thirty seconds. When the Elf King reached his climax, two groups of guards outside the door had been dragged away.

pain.

This song is so painful.

The high priest's originally upright face now had a hint of ferocity.

The ferret was almost stiff.

The whole song is two minutes long.

Luke felt as if two eras of civilization had passed, and he even lost his sense of time.

It is a real loss.

The resulting extreme stress directly caused a temporary dissociative disorder.

Quill: "Hold steady, don't let your soul disperse."

Luke: “…”

Just when his self-consciousness was about to become confused, the singing finally stopped, and the Elf King returned to his original cold and detached appearance and asked, "How is it?"

Luke kicked his long legs and the stool automatically moved back an inch, and the high priest, who was protruding a few centimeters, passively gained the right to speak first.

The first person to face the Elf King, the High Priest showed unexpected calmness after struggling to come back to his senses from the singing.

Under the shock wave of the sound, his hands were still a little unsteady. He just took out a bottle and thought to himself that the saint was indeed very good at predicting things.

He was a little uncertain at first, but now he is about 70% sure.

The Elf King is not born tone-deaf, it should be related to the battle with the Orc King. The Saint said that in that battle, the Orc King found the remnants of the sorcerer and used the curse of destruction, which must have left hidden injuries.

It now appears that the curse has directly caused the Elf King to no longer be able to recognize normal pitch and rhythm.

For an elf, this is a devastating trauma.

The other party cannot even change himself, so how can he change the world's aesthetics?

High Priest: "Inside, there are a hundred drops of life fluid."

The Tree of Life can only condense a few drops of life fluid every ten years. The effectiveness of this fluid can be reflected in its name. It can not only repair any hidden injuries, but also purify all curses. Every time it appears at an auction, it can be sold for hundreds of millions of dollars.

And that’s one hundred drops!

When combined, it might be possible to directly eradicate the sorcerer's curse.

It is almost impossible for anyone in the world to refuse such a temptation. There was also some fluctuation in the cold eyes of the Elf King.

The high priest noticed this change and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

"The Holy Court always comes with sincerity."

As he said this, he looked at Luke and the annoying beast on his shoulder, not like someone who only had a relationship.

The ferret lay on Luke's shoulder with its tail hanging down.

Being outdone.

It can only heal fundamental damage to the body, but cannot cleanse the curse.

Luke always felt that there was something strange about this life fluid, but after experiencing a round of music bombardment before, his thinking was very slow.

The Elf King did not ask the High Priest whether the answer sounded good or not, and it was obvious that he was somewhat interested in these hundred drops of life fluid.

The high priest tilted his head and smiled, "Child, it's your turn to appreciate it. Do you think the song just now is good?"

Luke said nothing.

Even a deaf person would not be able to say anything against his will if the song is sung like this.

The atmosphere became depressing in his silence.

"I can't answer that..." The high priest said calmly, "Then how dare you come to trade?"

Luka knew that he was using the temptation of language and life fluid to make the Elf King more critical of him and less patient.

After another ten seconds of silence, the Elf King looked at the guards at the door, obviously ready to see the guest off.

Seeing that Luke was still sitting motionless on the rattan chair and seemed to want to struggle again, Snow Ferret volunteered: Guard me!

Luke shook his head.

He finally spoke, using the same strategy as the high priest, avoiding a direct answer.

"There is no true empathy in the world, but I am sure that I am the only one in the world who understands your feelings."

The meaningless words successfully delayed the conversation for a few seconds.

During these few seconds, Luke continued, "I also have very profound art, but it is not understood by the world."

As he spoke, he strode directly onto the stage.

He had to seize every moment, otherwise he would have no chance when the test came again.

Under the Elf King's gaze, Luke cleared his throat, apparently about to sing.

This move was incomprehensible to anyone. No matter how well or badly the singing was done, it was a bad move. Singing well was tantamount to slapping the Elf King in the face, and deliberately singing badly... that was courting death.

The high priest noticed that the Elf King's eyes were tinged with gloom, so he gave up trying to stop him and just waited to see the joke.

The next second, a song that did not belong to this world began to echo in the palace.

Just to start a discussion, there is a real brick in front of me: Luke’s singing voice is unusually pleasant.

Luke not only sang, he also danced.

Suddenly, Luke spread his wings and flew into the air, keeping suspended.

With the overhead lighting, the whole scene is extremely bright and strange.

The ups and downs of the performance are enough to make the audience jump.

“Ah~~~~~”

Just now, I was speechless at the sudden rise into the air, but a simple humming was amplified by magic and resounded for thousands of miles, and all the surrounding wine glasses were shattered.

The Elf King was stunned.

All the new guards turned their heads away.

Luke looked down and thought, to put it bluntly, the elves are mainly engaged in art. If you want to impress the Elf King, you can't use anything mainstream.

Otherwise any interpretation would be like a slap in the face.

The extremely cold and ethereal dolphin sound is the upper limit of the human vocal range to date.

Anyone who hears it for the first time will be shocked, and it is most suitable for use here.

Beauty alone is not enough.

When the tune returned to the repetitive high-pitched melody, Luke's limbs began to twist little by little in tune with the melody.

At the same time, the sound is produced with the abdominal cavity, interspersed with imitations of the sound of a clockwork.

The light flickered, and with every pause, there was the sound of the spring being tightened.

Including the Elf King, everyone frowned.

Great body control, like a... a real marionette.

Yes, that’s the feeling!

For the elves who naturally yearn for freedom, this makes them feel extremely uncomfortable and they wish they could cut the non-existent thread in the air with their own hands.

The new guards at the door couldn't help but ask, "Can we force him to come down?"

This is considered a threat to public safety!

None of the guards could bear it, but due to their race’s natural curiosity towards new art, they couldn’t help but look at it, and after seeing it, they couldn’t bear it.

In this vicious cycle, my whole body feels like it's being scratched by a cat.

The high priest couldn't help but feel that there was a rope missing from the ceiling to hang Luke.

There was no empathy in the world, but now there is.

The combination of the heavenly sound and "Flying Corpse" is like the perfect instrumental performance and the song that makes people want to die.

Luke's neck just happened to be tilted, like a rooster with its head twisted off, his eyes staring straight at him, his mouth opened: "How?"

Elf King: “…”

When the singing was over, Luke escaped from gravity and flew straight down.

For a moment, all eyes were focused on his limbs, especially his neck, to make sure that what happened before was just a show and not really broken.

Luke only looked at the Elf King with a sincere gaze: "Tragedy is more shocking than comedy. If my painful dance can be matched with your singing, it will surely make the audience die of pain."

The two sides are simply the most compatible partners.

Everyone subconsciously imagined the soul singer combined with the previous goosebump-inducing dance, and gasped to varying degrees.

Is the name of the group calling for the audience to die? !

It was so painful that the contemporary pioneer Luke was very satisfied with the reaction of the crowd.

"I have learned a lot of new arts from the folks in the past, such as ballet, tango, jazz dance... I came here for the purpose of exchange this time."

These are definitely not in line with the aesthetics of the elves, but that does not prevent him from using them to show off and create the character of the King of Understanding, thus arousing the curiosity of the Elf King.

Finally, Luke added a sentence, cleverly changing the concept: "Art is priceless, and your singing is also art."

"…after all, beautiful songs always sound alike, but true art is ever-changing."

After saying this, Luke glanced at the high priest with pride.

No way, no way.

No one would want to destroy art in the name of treatment!

The author has something to say:

Excerpt from Luke's diary:

Pursuing spiritual civilization over material civilization = niche enthusiasts

Please call me a treasure singer!

Snow Ferret [against one's will] [kindness] [pain]:

Alex:

High Priest:

Elf King: ...

Thanks to everyone for feeding and watering yesterday. I am the thicker and taller me today! Teacher Yu randomly drops fifty concert red envelopes ~ [Yes, he is that poor]

I suggest you listen to classic dolphin sound songs while reading this chapter. There is one song that is particularly suitable, but I forgot what it is called...

At the beginning of the month, I asked for a wave of nutrient solution to let me stay on the list for two more days.

PS: It’s free to speak