Although he and his father are not on good terms now, if the negotiations fail, not only will he be embarrassed, but the Griffin family will also become a laughing stock in the empire.
"He actually proposed to the current Elf Queen. Who does he think he is? The legend of Wind and Moon? This is hilarious." Such words would probably spread throughout the empire immediately.
Thinking of this, a feeling of depression built up in Jelann's heart. The eldest son of the griffin, who used to be generous and unrestrained, has now become decadent and confused, causing the servants behind him to sigh.
But even so, they didn't know how to persuade the young lion. After all, it was a conflict within the Griffin family. As vassals, they sometimes had to be cautious in their words and deeds and consider more about their families behind them.
Wearing white armor and cloaks, with ferocious lion-like round shields and long manes on their shoulders that were still majestic, these elite White Lion Knights of the Salus family escorted their master, step by step, into the depths of the woods.
Birds fly by, the breeze blows, some fallen leaves slowly drift down, and between the old leaves and new leaves on the branches, flowers bloom luxuriantly.
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Emerald Garden, tricolor feather crown.
In the courtyard full of blooming flowers, several familiar figures sat on the white cloth on the grass. In the middle were several plates of rare fruits and several small wine jugs. Some of them were already opened, emitting a mellow and fragrant aroma of wine.
"Would you like some wine, Your Highness Jialan?"
An elf man sat on a white cloth, holding a wine jug in one hand, and asked. He had short golden hair, and the ruby pendant on his ear sparkled in the sunlight.
"No thanks. Thank you, Lord Eperion." Loranhill shook her head. She didn't drink much.
"Her Highness Jialan is not married yet, so don't force her to drink. It would be better to give me more, Eperion." Huadlin was lying on the grass at this moment, biting a freshly picked grass stem in his mouth, watching the bright sun gradually move towards the center.
"Then I'll give this bottle directly to you, Huadlin." Eperion picked up the wine jug at his side without changing his expression and handed it to the person lying beside him.
"You two, all you do is drink. How are things going now?" Westena walked to the grass, bent down and sat next to Loranhill, rested her head on the girl's knees, and started eating the fruit in front of her.
"I have already sent people to find out the purpose of the eldest son of the griffin. We also have a general understanding of the progress of the conservatives." Huadlin began to talk about the latest intelligence.
"First up is the first test, 'The Basin of Meteoric Fire and the Skirt of Lotus Dew.' We're sure to win this one."
"The second test involves the Jade Branch and the Shell of Oblivion. We already have the Jade Branch, but the opposing team seems to have made some gains after going out to sea, and may have also obtained the Shell of Oblivion. Therefore, this one is considered a draw."
"The third item, the Cloud-Splitting Beast Horn and Wang Mi's Style, I'm sure the conservatives failed in this one. They sent several groups into Titania, but none of them were able to get out, so they simply gave up."
"The fourth item is the poem of leaves and the painting of stars. We have almost completed the poem of leaves, and only a small section is missing. Unless the other party can produce the complete painting of stars and sky, but this is almost impossible."
"So, even without considering the fifth item, we won this duel." Huadlin said easily.
"If only it were that easy." Westena shook her head.
"Everything is not over yet, so there are always variables. We do have the advantage at the moment, but we are also afraid of problems sometimes."
"Vestena is still very cautious. Please rest assured that I will also contribute this time." Eperion raised his glass, toasted his former senior from afar, and then drank it.
"Really? Then I'll look forward to it." Westena lowered her head, picked up a small wine glass on the white cloth, and took a sip.
For a long time, she couldn't see through this nominal junior. Although Eperion had never shown any ill will towards her, it was difficult for her to open her heart to him as she did with other people.
In the eyes of outsiders, Eperion is undoubtedly a painter with a melancholic atmosphere. His daily words and deeds are so elegant and almost perfect. He has a handsome appearance and extraordinary strength. It can be said that there are many people in the forest who admire him, and many people are proud to imitate his painting style and words and deeds.
But Westena knew that although this junior student behaved flawlessly, it was hard to say whether this was his true thoughts or state. She was one of the few people who knew about this junior student's past.
When Eperion first met Loran Hill, he said that his boyhood and youth were not worth looking back on. This statement was not just as frivolous as it seemed. In fact, if it were not for the help of Teacher Westena, this wise painter might have died in the corner of a dark alley.
Beautiful elves, both men and women, are excellent and high-quality commodities in the empire's underground black market.
The results of the five tests are about to be announced, and the Emerald Forest is slowly becoming lively.
The elves in the various flower crowns and towns gradually rushed towards the Emerald Garden, and there were even more airships from the outside world in the sky.
In another month, this test will come to an end, and everyone is full of curiosity and anticipation about where the forest will go in the future.
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