The luxurious villa of Prince Ali was located in the heart of the Hanging Gardens.
There is a fountain on the lawn in the courtyard, a bird bath for birds to drink and bathe, and a number of artworks of different styles, piled up haphazardly.
It's clear that Feng Juling only cares about 'having or not having,' and doesn't really care about whether it looks good or not.
The villa gate was open.
A giant wind spirit servant was already waiting outside the villa to guide Li Aili and her group.
“Your Highness has been waiting for you for a long time. Please follow me,” said Feng Juling, a servant with jet-black hair tied in a small braid, respectfully.
Li Aili and her group followed the silver magic lamp that was hopping on the ground as they entered the villa.
After passing through the entrance hall adorned with paintings, the servants led them directly to the large living room on the first floor of the villa.
The living room floor is covered with a handmade wool rug.
Because of the weather on the plains, the temperature was still a bit chilly after sunset, so a small campfire burned in the fireplace.
A giant of wind, with white hair and beard and blue skin with some wrinkles, sat on a comfortable sofa.
"The prayer spell has been activated. All you need to do is make your wish," said the attendant leading the way.
Li Aili pondered for a moment, secretly organizing her thoughts.
It's easy to say, but to make a wish through language in a way that leaves no loopholes and leaves even the gods helpless, you really need to use your brain.
I hope:
All traces of our involvement in the Fire Giant kidnapping incident and the collapse of Undercity have been erased.
Even an omniscient and omnipotent god of this world cannot find the slightest clue; they can be misled by coincidences, leading to conclusions that point in the wrong direction.
As soon as Li Aili finished speaking firmly, almost simultaneously, the Wind Giant Spirit Noble sitting on the sofa had his eyes blaze with intense blue light.
Some traces in the torrent of time have been quietly erased.
The erroneous cause and effect are cleverly linked together.
Even when the five main gods descended, they couldn't detect the slightest problem.
Just as Leslie stepped forward, ready to ask for hundreds of billions of gold coins to spend,
The prince of Ali, who was sitting upright on the sofa, turned into a wisp of blue smoke with a 'bang' and disappeared into the air.
Leslie: "???"
Wendy Shani paused for a moment, then slowly began to calculate, "Erase the traces... one, God... wrong conclusions... two."
A 'crack'—that was the sound of the two Tankar elves' dreams shattering.
Li Aili: "..."
This grand prayer technique doesn't care about your words at all.
The person making a wish asks someone to do a few things, and that person unilaterally counts those wishes.
Li Aili thought about it for a moment. Although it was a pity that she didn't have any more wishes for money, she still felt that her wish was right.
Erasing traces does not mean you can fool an all-powerful God.
In short, for safety's sake, it's best to take a two-pronged approach!
The Wind Giant Spirit servant bent down and picked up the old, golden lamp from the ground.
He said, "King Ali has instructed that you may freely choose and take away any art collection items in the room if you find them appealing."
"Consider this a token of my gratitude for everything you've done for the Giant Spirit Clan."
With that sentence, Wendy Shane and Leslie came back to life.
Li Aili glanced at the golden lamp held by the servant, "The prince..."
The attendant whispered, "He has completed his mission and returned to the Elemental Realm."
Leslie and Wendy Shane are like two 'hamsters' that have entered a granary.
Fortunately, the elves' bottom line prevented them from going too far astray.
When everyone left the Giant Spirit Plains, they were all decent-looking people.
...
Meanwhile, the surface of the collapsed, gloomy city.
A young man in a white robe stood above the collapsed ground, head bowed in deep thought.
Strangely, no matter how carefully one looked, it was impossible to make out the young man's features.
"Oh, isn't this Woking?" A dwarf appeared in the air opposite the young man.
The dwarf had white hair and beard, wore golden armor, and carried a giant hammer.
The young man in white robes looked up at the suddenly appearing 'dwarf' and said, "Onata."
The dwarf had no interest in pleasantries with the young man and cut straight to the point: "Who's messing with us?"
With a casual grab, the young man held countless transparent 'ribbons' in his hand.
He examined these 'ribbons' inch by inch until finally, they scattered to various places and disappeared into the sky.
The young man looked at it suspiciously again, and finally said, "You might not believe it, but this might be the work of 'that person'."
After speaking, the young man pointed to the dazzling sun in the sky. (As everyone knows, the sun is the emblem of a certain holy court.)
The dwarf remained silent for a long time before finally managing to utter, "I heard last time that the Holy Light Court was planning to start a divine war. Is that really true?"
The young man in white robes: "???"
Seeing the white-robed youth's shock, the dwarf immediately became alert and said mysteriously, "I only told you this because we've both suffered losses in this matter."
"You know that his sanctuary has had several incidents, right?"
"I heard that one of his followers submitted a list of suspects. Hey, not many, but anyone with divine status was caught in one fell swoop."
"I received word that he plans to take revenge on everyone one by one."
The young man in white robes: "..."
He stared speechlessly at his muscle-bound accomplice.
The young man in white robes said, "Onata, anyone with a brain wouldn't believe something like this, right?"
The dwarf pointed expressionlessly to the enormous pit below them.
There used to be an underground city there called "Undercity".
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