The people from the King's Palace left, and issued a notice to all the passersby present, forbidding them from discussing what had happened that day. They also made a pact with them, stipulating that anyone who violated the pact would be punished.
Mucheng returned to its usual routine, except that everyone's eyes were now gleaming with a special light.
Inside the courtyard, Haotian quietly watched as a cute and adorable little elf girl stood pitifully and helplessly in front of him.
"Naixi, right? Which elven race are you from?"
Her green hair fluttered in the wind, and her pointed ears seemed to perk up as if stimulated. Her fair face flushed with embarrassment as she looked at the person in front of her who was several times more beautiful than her own kind.
When she was a child, she sneaked into the high priest's room and saw the portrait. Her first impression was that the person in the portrait was an elf, and among the elves, the most beautiful one.
However, the person in the portrait does not have pointed ears.
If she hadn't met this legendary figure, she certainly wouldn't have believed that someone could be so much more beautiful than an elf.
Nai Xinuo replied, "I...I am from the Xin'an ethnic group..."
Haotian's eyes widened slightly in surprise. Xin'an...
She once did the same as Diefang and the others, casually saving an elf girl. Seeing that she had a lot of talent, she let her train with her.
She said her tribe was chaotic and weak, and was always bullied by other tribes. Even after members of her tribe disappeared, all other tribes could offer them were mocking faces and a few meager resources.
She said that when she becomes the high priest, she will make other tribes pay attention to them and change the name of the tribe to Xin'an.
A brand new life, a stable life...
In a daze, it all seemed like it happened yesterday, looking at the timid and shy elf girl before me...
"How strong is your tribe? Do other tribes still bully and look down on you?"
Haotian's gentle voice warmed the heart of the elven girl Naixi, and she seemed to become bolder.
Then Naixi began to talk about the situation of her tribe.
“A hundred years ago, our Xin’an tribe was almost one of the top tribes among the elves, supported by the high priest and the chieftain. Until a hundred years ago, the high priest was assassinated by the humans, and I heard that his most beloved portrait was also stolen. Since then, we have been in decline, with only the chieftain holding us together. Our tribe has been on a downward spiral recently, and other tribes have started to bully us.”
As she spoke, Naixi looked at Haotian timidly and shyly. She knew that this was the king of the human race, a being comparable to the Elf King, a legendary figure.
Moreover, the portrait of the high priest is also her portrait.
Naixi lowered her head and stared silently at the ground as she struggled.
Finally, his eyes hardened. For the High Priest, for his people, and to prevent the elves from being abducted again in the future...
Naixi bravely raised her head and looked into Haotian's eyes, which were like an abyss and a starry sky.
"Oh, my lord, can you please save the high priestess? Please, I beg you, help her to cheer up!"
In a daze, Haotian saw the image of an old friend in Naixi's resolute face. That elf back then was now pleading with him in the same way.
Then, Haotian slightly raised his hand and plucked a white hair from his head...
The white hair faintly glowed, and finally coiled itself up, transforming into a white bean.
"After you return to your tribe, give this to her. It should cheer her up. Also, tell her that I will visit her when I have time."
Haotian then got up and went back to his room.
It was getting late, so I asked Diefang and the others to arrange a room for Naixi.
Let's rest in the courtyard tonight and continue our journey tomorrow.
After Diefang and the others settled Naixi in, they knocked pitifully on Haotian's door one by one.
Haotian: ……
The bed is too small to fit, so only two people are allowed tonight. Everyone else has to find their own rooms.
In the end, Diefang and Wenxin successfully suppressed Xiaofangying by virtue of their status as senior sisters, while Xinyu left voluntarily.
A short while later, there was another knock on his door.
Looking towards the door...
That bastard Xiao Hei looked at Haotian pitifully with his dragon eyes: "Pillar, Grandpa, Leng Leng, together, together."
Instead of a warm embrace, Xiao Hei was greeted with a slap and the chilly wind blowing through the yard.
After lying down, Diefang hugged Haotian's slender waist and couldn't help but ask, "Master, where are we going tomorrow? Also, why don't we just go there directly?"
Wenxin's eyes became hazy, and feeling this warmth, she began to feel sleepy.
Haotian replied calmly, "I want to enjoy the scenery along the way. Perhaps there will be some unexpected things. As for tomorrow's route, we'll talk about it tomorrow. Let's stop here for today."
Soon, both Diefang and Wenxin began to breathe in an orderly fashion.
Haotian closed his eyes, his mind filled with those two images: beneath the City Lord's Mansion and beneath the earthen slope in the northwest of Mucheng.
Disappointment, giving up, feeling upset, sadness.
Humans, who reclaim all their power and simply enjoy comfort and ease behind their warriors, will never realize the gravity of the problem.
A silver-haired girl, whose eyes revealed neither joy nor sorrow, walked into a magnificent city.
Everyone here has a smile on their face, and the place is bustling with activity even at night.
Presumably, they are celebrating the upcoming holiday.
Her master and other powerful figures, practically half of the human race's top combat strength, were all rushing to this city.
Because we want to commemorate a person, to commemorate an idea.
That person, that legend, has been gone for hundreds of years.
She had seen far too many people who were two-faced and disgusting, like the city lord of Mucheng...
Because there is a statue of the King of Men in the city, even the master does not dare to punish him casually. Contacting the King of Men's Palace is just a troublesome matter.
King of Men, oh King of Men, a legendary figure, you disappeared hundreds of years ago. Do you still exist in this world? If you saw that among the humans you protected there were such wicked people, and quite a few of them at that, what would you think...?
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