Autumn has arrived, and the scenery in the Emerald Forest has undergone tremendous changes.
Most of the trees remain evergreen and lush, but there are some areas where the woods have turned a beautiful orange.
Large patches of light yellow and crimson leaves cover the corners of the forest, dyeing the world and making people feel the beauty of nature.
Loran Hill was wearing a black and white dress and walking in the woods full of fallen leaves, followed by another girl of similar height.
The two walked one after the other. Loran Hill would occasionally stop and wait for the girl behind him, watching her walk towards him step by step, then smile and nod to express encouragement.
After walking in the woods for a while, the two stopped and sat on a larger clean stone.
"Tiffany, are you feeling better?" Loran Hill asked the girl beside him.
"I'm feeling a little better, thank you, Roland." The blonde elf girl was very weak and even spoke in a very soft voice.
Among the six elves who fought against Loran Hill that day, Tiffany was one of the singers wearing a light yellow dress.
Although this elf girl is young, she has great talent, which is why she was chosen by the conservatives to be possessed by fairies in order to cooperate in performing secret arts.
However, this secret technique of forcing things to grow too fast also brought about a huge backlash after it was broken. Three of the elves suffered schizophrenia on the spot, and the others also suffered a huge mental shock, their consciousness was confused, and some even lost their self-awareness and could not distinguish between others and themselves.
Although Tiffany did not suffer from schizophrenia, her condition was very bad. Coupled with the defeat of the conservatives, the underage elf girl almost died in prison.
Fortunately, Loran Hill recognized the girl, and during the confrontation, Tiffany repeatedly hoped that Loran Hill would give up so that he could save his life.
In view of this, Loran Hill finally decided to lend a helping hand to the child he knew.
The physical treatment was not difficult, but the mental pain was extremely torturous. After this incident, Tiffany would no longer be able to advance to Sequence 5. The maximum she could reach was Sequence 4.
Her mind also became extremely sensitive. She would be extremely frightened when going to crowded places and could not fall asleep if there was a little noise. Seeing this, Loran Hill felt very distressed, so he took her for walks during this period and tried to treat the girl in various ways.
If it can be cured, it will be a great progress in soul consciousness. Loran Hill has a hunch that this skill will be useful in many places.
"Does your head still hurt today?" Loran Hill pressed his fingers lightly on Tiffany's forehead to feel her condition.
"There's still something, like bees struggling in my head, and I can't calm down." Tiffany closed her eyes and spread out on the stone behind her. Her gorgeous light yellow dress spread out like a butterfly.
"It's very uncomfortable, Tiffany. Just hold on a little longer, and you'll get better slowly." Loran Hill looked at the girl who was caught up in the struggle between the two factions, feeling the impermanence of life.
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The weeping moon crown and the old maple mansion.
This was originally the residence of an elven noble, but as family members passed away one by one, the last generation of owners handed over the mansion to the elven royal family before their death.
Now this is the residence of Jerran, the son of the Griffin. He was placed here by the elves and needs to copy the elves' poems every day and then hand them over to the fairy hut by the lake outside the crown.
The fairies will sing the poems presented to them, and only when they have finished singing will Jelanen's work for the day be over.
Although it is not difficult, at least four hours a day must be spent on this matter, and he is accompanied by an inspector of the elves every day to ensure that the eldest son of the griffin is sincerely repenting.
In the first few days, Jelan felt very uncomfortable. He was not the kind of poet who liked to feel sad about the passing of time. Picking up a pen and copying every day made him feel a little embarrassed.
After all, I am the nominal heir of the Western Territory. Although I thought so in my heart, I didn't get angry. After a few days, I gradually got used to it.
It's another early morning.
After washing up, Jie Lanen put on a white shirt and went to his study. The study was on the first floor, next to the window with shade from trees and fallen leaves. While he was copying, he could occasionally look at the scenery outside, which did not make him bored.
He skillfully took the poetry collection and opened it to the part he was going to copy today. He filled the copper pen with ink and began to write.
Out of pride, when Jerlane wrote, he did not think about finishing the work in a sloppy manner, but tried to make the handwriting look neat.
Although he is not a calligrapher, the good education he received since childhood makes his handwriting look somewhat beautiful.
On the white paper, the copper pen tip rubbed against each other, making a slight sound, and then the black ink flowed down and soaked into the paper, forming distinct black and white handwriting.
In the morning, birds flew over the woods, some landed on the roof, making slight sounds as they stepped on the ground, and chirped from time to time. From the distant lake, the faint calls of swans came.
Time passes by unknowingly.
When Jie Lanen looked up again, it was almost noon. Looking at the pile of Shi Yao paper that was two fingers thick, Jie Lanen put down his pen and stretched his body.
Today's mission is completed.
I have unknowingly gotten used to this kind of life. It’s really strange, considering it’s only been less than a month.
As he walked out of the house, the two great knights guarding the door saluted and greeted Jelann. He simply nodded in response and then took a walk in the shade of the fallen leaves outside the house.
This is the Weeping Moon Crown, an elven crown with a small population. Because it is close to the Tear Moon Lake in the center of the Emerald Garden, only a small number of elves are allowed to live here. More often, it serves as the residence of envoys visiting the Emerald Moon Palace.
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