In March, all kinds of flowers bloom in the Emerald Forest, and the cold north wind has gradually weakened and become gentle and warm.
On the forest road leading to the Emerald Garden, a team of hundreds of knights was slowly advancing. They were wearing wide lion-mane cloaks, and their horses were covered with white cloth armor. Their straight lances were like classical works of art, and triangular flags were hung under the tips of their lances.
These knights carried long swords on their waists and large round shields with lion faces hung on their saddles. As their horses stepped forward, the slight friction between their armors made a sound. Even though they were not in combat mode at the moment, the elves in the forest still felt a sense of bravery and strength.
"That's the Duke of Griffin, the White Lion Knight of the Salus family, right?"
High up in the redwood tree house, a few elves looked down at the team below and discussed in low voices.
"Yes, it is said that the White Queen Teslin sent the eldest son of the Griffin family, Jerran, as an envoy to visit the Elf Queen."
"What's the plan? Doesn't the Duke of Griffin know the connection between my Emerald Forest and the nobles of the East Territory?" asked an elven archer puzzled.
"Who knows, maybe the other party has some new ideas or thoughts that can convince the bigwigs of the Emerald Court."
"Ha~, this is really annoying. I don't care what these important people think. I'm going to go to the Platycodon Crown first. I heard that a delegation of ice elves recently came there and brought a lot of interesting things."
"It has beautiful ice flower decorations and a special snow silk long skirt. My sister said it's so beautiful. Many noble girls would buy one now."
"Is it really that beautiful? Our Emerald Forest is the trendsetter of the empire, and we have fallen for it so easily." Another elf woman didn't believe it. She was sitting on a tree branch, wearing a lace dress with a white background and emerald edges.
"That's hard to say. After all, ice elves are similar to us, so their aesthetic tastes shouldn't be any worse."
"Let's go and take a look. I'm a little bored at home lately."
"Okay, okay, I'll go with you this time. By the way, shouldn't we also buy a 'Flying Bird'? I've been seeing more and more of these flying machines in the forest lately. I'd like to try them out sometime."
"Well, let me think about it. I know a friend who works at the Chamber of Commerce. She buys her goods from the south, so they're much cheaper."
As the elves spoke, they slowly shifted their attention away from the group of knights and moved easily through the tall treetops.
The forest is dotted with giant redwoods that are over a hundred meters tall. The road under the shade of the trees winds its way through the forest, occasionally going over tree roots that are like small hills, and sometimes passing under a giant tree. Along the way, you can often see small houses built between the branches of the giant trees.
They are like mushrooms, seemingly scattered but actually clustered together, distinguished by red, blue and colorful roofs. They are beautifully decorated, and occasionally you can see some elves coming in and out. The emerald glass windows reflect bursts of white light in the sun.
"What are you thinking about, Lord Jelann?"
Among the knights, a handsome knight in dark blue armor rode forward and asked about the blond and strong man.
"Nothing, I just feel that elves are indeed different from humans." The eldest son of the griffin raised his head, revealing his sculptured face. His handsome face in the past now had some beard, giving people a sense of vicissitudes and maturity.
"Indeed, elves are very different from humans in terms of lifespan, concepts and customs. Nowadays, most elves in the empire have returned to live in the forest, and it is rare to see them outside." The knight commander echoed Jelann's words, but then continued to ask.
"Lord Jelann, are you still a little bit reluctant? The Duke's arrangement this time is really too..."
"Okay, stop talking." Jelann sighed and interrupted his friend.
"Grace, we've been together since we were little, right?"
"Yes, my lord. Since you came to the Duke's house at the age of ten, I and other servants have accompanied you in martial arts training and study."
"Well, I understand. This is because my father hopes that I will build good relationships with the next generation of vassals. After I come of age and inherit the title, you will probably become powerful lords in various parts of the Western Territory." For some reason, Jelan mentioned these well-known arrangements of the Western Territory upper class.
Almost every generation of duke heirs will gain a group of companions in their youth. They are all descendants of great nobles in the West, and many of them are even eldest sons. These people learn and grow up with the future duke from an early age, cultivating trust with each other. When they reach adulthood and inherit their respective titles, they can continue to maintain this connection, thus stabilizing the rule in the West.
This is a good thing for both the Griffin family as the Duke and the nobles as vassals.
However, things will not develop so absolutely.
As Jelann grew up, his companions gradually reached the age to inherit the family business and titles. The power gathered around him became stronger and stronger, and his voice and influence in the West Territory became greater and greater.
If it were according to the previous plan or expectation, the old Griffin Duke would have been in his twilight years by now, with his energy and ability greatly declined. He would have gradually handed over power and affairs to Jelann, allowing him to grow step by step and cultivate prestige until he finally inherited the title and became the new generation of Griffin Grand Duke, in charge of the entire Western Territory.
But now an unexpected variable has appeared, that is the witch of the Holy White Stone, imitating the revival of Huasilin.
Witches are seen as disasters or blessings, variables of fate. Such legends and nicknames are not without reason. Perhaps just an unintentional change on their part can bring about many consequences.
In order to quickly make the Western Territory strong and integrate forces, Fan Huasilin did not choose the young Jelann at the time, but supported the old duke who was more ambitious and obsessed.
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