Chapter 237 Silver Spring City Elves and Orcs
Birds are singing in spring and the brook is gurgling.
In the forest cabin, Isidore opened his eyes, and the ceiling was reflected in his calm silver pupils.
"woke up?"
He subconsciously looked in the direction of the voice and saw Vifiya, still wearing her petticoat, leaning against the door frame with her arms folded.
He stared at her blankly, his mind frozen for a moment.
The tips of his ears turned slightly red first, and then what happened last night came into his mind intermittently. He stared blankly with his eyes wide open.
He suppressed the urge to avoid her sight.
Looking at his expression, Weifeiya knew that he had remembered something. Regardless of how much he remembered, she turned and went to the dining table: "Get up and eat."
Her figure at the door disappeared from his sight. Isidore came back to his senses, and with a beating heart, he lifted the quilt and tidied the bed.
He... he seemed to have offended Vifiya.
He looked up and saw that Vifiya had already made her bed, just like she had done in the past few days.
He suddenly remembered something, cooking?
He folded the quilt faster and hurried out, only to see Vifiya standing in front of the dining table, looking at the toast on it. When she noticed him, she waved to him.
"Is it a success?" she asked.
Isidore followed her gaze and saw black spots on the bread, which seemed a little burnt.
Vifiya walked around him and sat down: "Just eat it."
As she spoke, she picked up the bread and dipped it into the blueberry jam the elves had brought her. Out of the corner of her eye, Isidore was still standing there, urging her, "Go wash up."
"Sorry, Vifia." Two voices sounded at the same time.
Weifeiya couldn't tell if he was apologizing for getting too close to her last night when he was drunk, or for not getting up in time to cook this morning, but no matter which one...
"Isidore, you don't need to apologize."
To prevent him from having any more wild thoughts, Vifiya said directly: "Before the curse is lifted, you must tell me anything you need."
Isidore saw his own reflection in the crimson eyes.
Vifiya didn't seem to blame him.
Vifiya did not dislike him.
Her voice continued, "We have to go to the Elf King's Court later, so it's better to have breakfast early."
Isidore responded with his gaze, "Okay."
He had just left to wash up when Vifiya's disapproving voice slowly drifted into his mind: "Jiang Sui'an, aren't you being too lenient with him? Isn't that too much?"
"Jiang Suian, Jiang Suian, Jiang Suian..."
"Jiang-Sui-An-"
Over there [Vifiya] was still calling her name.
Jiang Suian, who knew Vifiya well, understood that she was expressing her dissatisfaction with Isidore.
"I'm very tolerant of you." Vifiya stuffed the bread into her mouth and swallowed it in a few bites. "Did you see everything?"
[Vefiya] said in a tone that was hard to describe: "I'm not interested in seeing men act like spoiled brats."
Who knew that when she opened her eyes, she saw a man nestled in Jiang Suian's arms, which scared her so much that she jumped again and again.
"Jiang Suian, don't bring anyone into your arms. It's really scary."
"He once tried to secretly see your fate. If I hadn't stopped him, your fate would have been revealed."
"Well, okay, I understand." Vifiya knew how to perfunctorily answer [Vifiya].
She didn't think [Vefiya] was really scared, she just simply couldn't stand Isidore.
"Didn't you also secretly ask the goblin prophet about my fate?" she asked casually.
[Vefiya]'s voice paused briefly, and she chuckled: "Jiang Suian~ You are testing me~"
Vifiya did not deny it. It was useless to deny it after Vifiya discovered her purpose. Moreover, compared to knowing her fate, she was indeed more curious about why Vifiya suddenly took the initiative to explore her own fate.
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-Silver Spring City-
The tall silver castle was built on the mountain, with a mountain stream flowing into it, and green vines winding along the spiral lines.
Outside the castle, houses are nestled in tall trees, the soil compacted into paths, colorful wildflowers in spring are about to bloom, and handsome elves are wandering among them.
The elven knights stood tall and guarded Silver Spring City. The morning breeze was cool, and the number of foreigners entering the city was sparse.
The knights' ears suddenly twitched, keenly sensing a strange magical fluctuation that was even more powerful than theirs. They grasped their weapons and saw a teleportation array appearing nearby. Two women in orc costumes and a tiger were stepping on the elves' territory.
The elven knights were first struck by their clothes, and their knightly qualities made them alert.
They and the orcs have been disliking each other for a long time. Except in special circumstances, neither side will take the initiative to appear in each other's territory.
Without waiting for the knights to do anything, the ordinary-looking woman stepped forward and said, "Hello, I'm Morgana."
The passing foreigners were already attracted by the orcs' sudden visit, and now they were even more surprised when they heard the woman's name.
"Morgana?" A smiling voice appeared as the city's teleportation array went out. "Master of the Broken Blade Arena, Morgana?"
"Ah, it's me." Morgana raised her eyes and saw the tiger named Kzos walking to her feet, staring at the person who came.
The man was wearing a white robe, with faint leaf patterns visible as he walked. There was an emerald on his collar, and a single silver leaf chain inlaid in his long pink hair.
The guard knights saluted when they saw him: "Master Priest Fenric."
He glanced at them lightly, and the knights understood and told the passing aliens to continue moving forward normally.
Fenric glanced at the two women and the orc who remained in beast form: "You..."
The words stopped abruptly when he saw the other person's raised eyes as blue as the sky.
Her pink pupils shrank, and her loss of composure only lasted for a moment. Her gaze fell on Morgana again, and her purpose was self-evident.
Fenric looked at the girl she brought with her again. She had blue eyes that only Saloha's lineage possessed, and eyebrows and features similar to the Saloha that had disappeared in his memory.
His eyes were complicated, simply because she was wearing orc clothes.
The taste of the orcs...
He put on a smile, and for the sake of etiquette, he decided not to express his dislike for the time being.
Fenric used his fingertips to draw a magic circle, and complex words floated on the circle, then quickly disappeared.
"I am Fenric Munaja, priest of the Duskspring Court." He introduced himself and looked at Osha when he read his name.
Osa's gaze remained unchanged when she heard Fenric ask, "Miss, may I ask..."
She didn't even try to avoid the gaze of the man in front of her who seemed to be her mother's relative: "Osha Duodu."
Duodu? He remembered it was the surname of the human royal family.
A small magic circle suddenly appeared beside him. He looked over and it went out in just one glance.
"Please follow me." He kept smiling, but he and Morgana noticed that Osa did not move.
Osa's hand remained on the hilt of her sword, her expression composed. "Sorry, I lost my mind just now."
The eyes of the elf and the two orcs were on her. She did not question their arrangements, nor did she ask where Fenric was taking them.
In front of the tall silver castle, the teleportation array lit up and then went out.
The guarding elven knights saw the orcs become alert, and after seeing the person who brought them and Osha's eyes, they were stunned and stopped questioning.
Osa raised her eyes, taking in everything she could see. She asked Morgana beside her, "Owner, didn't you contact the elves in advance?"
Osa had sensed from the beginning that the elves were unaware of their visit.
Morgana asked naturally, "With your eyes, do we really need to notify them in advance?"
Osa didn't know how to refute her for a moment.
Fenric, standing in front of them, turned around and said, "Welcome to the Elven King's Court. Please come in."
"Silver Spring City is the seat of the Elven King's Court. The entire city is protected by a large magical shield, so teleportation arrays cannot be used, especially in the King's Court."
"Please do not use magic carelessly within the Royal Court. The entire Royal Court is within the King's magical range. If an outsider..." He paused, "uses magic by an outsider, it could easily be considered a malicious attack."
While Fenric was introducing the royal court, Morgana quietly explained to Osha, "The Dusk Spring Court is an exception. It's the faction your mother once belonged to."
"Oh, you probably don't know, Saloha is the leader of the Dusk Spring Courtyard."
As she spoke, she stared at Fenric's back and said, "If nothing unexpected happens, he is Saloha's younger brother, your uncle. I remember he has been in the Dusk Spring Court for several years and is even a priest. Compared to his other sister, he is no match."
"I can hear you, Lady Morgana." Fenric didn't turn around to look at her, and there was a coldness in his smile. Even if she pointed out his identity, he had no intention of mentioning his kinship with Osha.
The elves passing by had different expressions. After all, they were traveling with orcs, and most of them looked surprised when they saw Osha's eyes.
Osa didn't care.
She had seen many looks, all kinds.
Morgana is very strong.
She concluded in her heart that it could at least rival Kaharun's magic.
Not long ago, she said she made a pig cart to make her feel friendly, but within a day, the three pigs became food for the tiger.
Osha finally saw Morgana use magic. Although it was only teleportation magic, it was enough and she could sense her magic power.
The magic stagnation research previously led by Isidore and others is still effective. She can already sense other people's magic, and now she can condense some magic without the help of a sword.
Fenric walked to a fork in the road covered with flowers. The elven servants were already waiting there, and they bowed their heads in greeting.
"Ms. Morgana, please follow them."
He still had that smiling expression on his face, not giving her a chance to refuse: "We won't do anything to our guests."
An elf and an orc looked at each other, and they understood each other well.
In the eyes of all the alien races in the Western Continent, the orcs are warlike and impulsive, but that does not mean that all orcs are brainless.
As an orc, she did the elves a favor. The proud elves would not do anything to her. What's more, she was the owner of the arena. To touch her was equivalent to declaring war on the orcs.
In addition, it was precisely because of the anticipation of the opportunity to enter the Elven Royal Court that Morgana decided to personally escort Saloha's daughter here.
Seeing Morgana's figure gradually disappearing, Fenric nodded to Osha, indicating that she should continue to follow.
They followed the mountain stream that led to the royal court, their noses filled with the fragrance of flowers.
"The king wants to see you." Without Morgana present, Fenric simply and clearly stated the reason for bringing her to the royal court.
Osa stroked the hilt of her sword and said nothing.
The elf didn't care about her silence and led her straight through the flower garden, brushing past vines covered with small flowers. The all-silver buildings were refreshing.
In front of a room, the elf servants waited for a long time.
Fenric looked at Osa, whose expression remained unchanged. "First, you need to change your clothes."
The vein on his forehead twitched slightly, and although he still had a smile on his face, he could no longer tolerate the orcs' taste.
After throwing her to the servants, Fenric ran to the vines and waited.
The elf servants were all horrified when they saw Osha's face and eyes.
It's not that I was scared by her, it's just that the clothes she wore were of an orc's taste that was simply unacceptable.
Elves can easily tell who is of the same race. The girl in front of them obviously has elven blood, with the eye color of the Saloha lineage and the proud face of an elf, but without the pointed ears of an elf.
The servants would not speculate about anything based on what they saw. Their only order was to help the guests change their clothes.
But I couldn't help but wonder, is she really a guest?
The five elven servants began to get busy. One of them came close and was about to untie the longsword from her waist. Osha took the sword first, and the elven servant was about to take it. When his hand touched the longsword, the sword did not move at all.
Osa gripped the sword tightly and looked down at her. Her eyes, like the blue sky, could easily make the person being stared at feel gentle. "Sorry, I'm not used to letting the sword leave my side."
The elf saluted and indicated that it was okay.
The elves moved quickly, and the orcs' clothes were soon replaced by a full set of elven clothing.
The attendants stood aside to make way for her, after all, she was going to see the king.
Osa took a step forward, then suddenly stopped. Her blue pupils showed vigilance for the first time in the elves' territory.
Although we were inside the house, snowflakes as red as blood were slowly falling.
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