Chapter 152 Successfully Transferred Fruit No. 3
Shu Li arrived in Wanaku in the afternoon, nearly an hour later than usual.
The day before yesterday, he and Efit had agreed to move fruit number three today. As usual, Efit would stay under the branches of the mother tree to provide him with cover.
He arrived late today and didn't know whether Efit was still there.
Shu Li poked his little head out from the trunk of the mother tree, and cautiously explored. Finding nothing unusual, he came out with confidence, flew nimbly along the branches, and found the location of fruit number three.
[Eumesis, has Ephite been here today?]
He squatted under a dark green leaf to hide his presence. Wearing a sunstone defense suit, he was not afraid of the scorching sun.
"I came here an hour ago, but after counting the fruits, I didn't see you and left."
Wherever the mother tree's roots extended, its spiritual awareness expanded, receiving countless messages. While waiting for Shu Li underground in the desert, I paid special attention to the situation on the branch.
Shu Li understood.
Efit probably couldn't wait for him and left first.
It doesn't matter if he's not there. As long as there's no one in the courtyard, he can move fruit number three with confidence.
Shu Li followed the procedure, first casting purification spells on the mother tree, fruit No. 5, and fruit No. 10, and then performing the final purification on fruit No. 3.
The surface of fruit number three was coated with a layer of gray-green paint, and the degree of purification could not be seen. Fortunately, his perception was sharp now and he could understand it in depth.
He cast the purification spell seven times, probed in with his senses, and made sure there was no trace of dark power. Then he put away his magic wand.
Mission accomplished!
[Oenomisis, Oenomisis! Fruit number three has been purified and can be transferred!]
He was excited, and his tender green eyes sparkled with excitement.
How surprised will the elves be tomorrow morning when they discover a large fruit that has been gestating for more than forty years on the trunk of the Elf Mother Tree?
Hehehe——
Shu Li was so proud that his face was beaming with joy, and he almost put his hands on his hips and laughed out loud.
'Be careful, the dark elves are coming.'
The mother tree's reminder was like a basin of cold water, pouring over him from head to toe. He shivered, quickly restrained his breath, lay on the branch, and observed the person coming.
We are still in enemy territory and must not let our guard down.
The dark elf stepped into the courtyard and walked under the tree. He looked up at the branches and found that fruit number three was still hanging on the branches. He frowned slightly.
Shu Li saw the other person's face clearly.
It's Efit.
It was really a false alarm.
He secretly breathed a sigh of relief, took out a gold coin from the storage ring, placed it under the sunlight, and shook it skillfully.
Efit saw the flickering golden light among the dense branches and knew that the goblin was coming.
There was no need for excessive words, as both sides had a tacit understanding. One helped provide cover under the tree, while the other transferred the fruits on the branches.
Shu Li finished communicating with the mother tree, and the No. 3 fruit, which was the size of a winter melon, disappeared in the blink of an eye.
This wasn't the first time Efit had seen fruit vanish out of thin air. The previous times, the fruit had been small, growing high on branches, and had moved so quickly that it was almost unnoticed.
He would pay attention to this big fruit today when counting it every day. Over the years, he knew its growth very well.
Now, it has been successfully transferred to the Elf Kingdom by the goblins, and Efit feels a little emotional.
I feel a little reluctant to let it go, but I also have high hopes for it.
I hope it grows up healthily and becomes a healthy and excellent white elf cub.
After successfully stealing fruit number three, Shu Li raised his little head happily, waved to the dark elves under the tree, then flapped his wings, and neatly drilled into the trunk of the mother tree's branches and returned to the Elf Kingdom.
Efit stood under the tree for a moment longer, then took out a notebook and flipped to a page where seven small circles were neatly arranged. He carefully drew a large circle behind these small circles with a pen in hand.
Today, there is one less dark elf cub in the world and one more white elf cub.
He put away his notebook, adjusted his hooded cloak, and left the courtyard.
As soon as he stepped out of the courtyard, he was met by a dark elf guard with an arrogant look on his face.
"Ephesus, you really made me look for you."
Efit looked at him calmly and asked calmly, "What's the matter?"
Xilu said unhappily, "The king is looking for you."
If it weren't for Wang Zhao, he wouldn't bother talking to him.
In recent years, Efit has become more and more independent and eccentric, even adopting eight cubs. These cubs should have been eliminated in the layers of trials and tribulations, but because of his intervention, all of them survived.
Not only did he adopt eight pieces of trash, he also earned money to provide them with resources for growth, which made the other cubs who survived the ordeal envious and hateful.
Xilu couldn't understand Efit's thoughts at all.
Dark elves are originally products of darkness, and they believe in the survival of the fittest and respect the strong.
Efit, on the other hand, went the other way and put a lot of effort into cultivating eight inferior products.
Xilu curled his lips in disdain, feeling gloating in his heart.
The king wants to summon him today, probably because someone who dislikes him has complained about him.
Tsk tsk, he was waiting to see the show.
Efit ignored the evil smile on Xiru's face, brushed past him indifferently, and walked towards the Holy Thunder Palace where the Dark Elf King was.
Xilu glared at his cold back fiercely and waved his fist.
Just wait and see!
If I fall into his hands one day, I will definitely make him suffer.
Efit walked quickly, taking steps that could teleport him. He ignored other dark elves he met on the way.
The entire Dark Moon City was cold and silent, devoid of any human touch.
After passing through a series of heavy gates, we finally arrived at the Holy Thunder Palace.
The palace, built entirely of expensive black crystal ore, is majestic and towering. The obsidian inlaid on the pillars absorbs the scorching sunlight and becomes even more crystal clear.
Efit's eyes swept across the luxurious palace decorations, and he quickened his pace and walked into the main hall.
This was not his first time entering the main hall. Every time he came, he would have the urge to escape.
The dark energy here was too thick, so thick that it suffocated him.
If other dark elves were summoned by the Dark Elf King, they would be flattered and enjoy the dark atmosphere in the main hall.
He can't.
In order to stay conscious at all times, he drank exorcism drugs for a long time to suppress the dark energy in his body. Suddenly, he was in the main hall, which was not only not enjoyable, but also a torture.
Every time he came back from the main hall, he would lose control and develop a bloodthirsty urge to kill.
Efit lowered his hood, revealing his handsome face. He knelt on one knee respectfully on the ground, with his right hand covering his chest, and saluted the Dark Elf King on the throne.
"Your Majesty, I am Efit, and I have come to obey your summons. What are your commands?"
He lowered his head and looked at the shiny ground.
In the main hall, besides the Dark Elf King on the throne, there stood a brightly dressed Dark Elf youth. Seeing Efit kneeling on the ground, he smiled sarcastically.
Like the white elves, the dark elves possessed exquisite facial features. Their gray-green skin, silver hair, and blood-red eyes gave them an exotic beauty. However, their evil thoughts and the evil and hostility they exuded invisibly destroyed this beauty.
No matter how good-looking they are, they are just not likable.
Therefore, most dark elves who travel the continent are often rejected by other races.
Efit felt a malicious gaze and frowned slightly.
The dark power in the main hall already made him feel uncomfortable all over, and there was a poisonous snake staring at him, which was simply making the situation worse.
"Efit." A deep and majestic voice echoed in the empty main hall. The Dark Elf King, sitting on the throne, glared coldly at the young man kneeling before him. "Do you know why I summoned you?"
Efit was startled and replied, "I'm sorry, I don't know. Please tell me clearly, King."
Of course he knew why the king summoned him.
Because he adopted eight dark elf cubs, he aroused the hatred of some guys, who deliberately exposed it to the king and wanted him to be punished.
Ephite was fearless.
If he was afraid of the king's punishment, he would not adopt the cub, let alone be so bold as to cooperate with the goblin.
"Look up and look at me." The Dark Elf King ordered.
Efit hesitated for a moment, then slowly raised his head and looked at the throne high above.
The Dark Elf King, revered by all the Dark Elves, sat wantonly on the gorgeous throne, his shoulder-length silver hair casually draped, he wore a forehead crown inlaid with obsidian, his dark red eyes were deep, revealing endless darkness and coldness, his gray-green skin did not detract from his handsomeness, he wore a black robe, and the golden magic patterns on his head were shining.
He is noble and majestic, but also ruthless.
All the dark elves would submit to him from the bottom of their hearts as soon as they looked at him.
Efit is no exception.
"Don't be nervous," the Dark Elf King said. "Tell me honestly what you think and why you do what you do."
"Yes." From the moment he adopted the cub, Efit was not afraid of being exposed.
The Dark Elf King is busy with all kinds of affairs and basically doesn't care about such trivial matters. As long as the mother tree continues to produce fruit and the dark elf race does not perish, he doesn't care how many cubs there are.
Efit said frankly, "I did adopt eight cubs, and I personally taught them and provided them with the resources they needed to grow. As for the reason for doing this..."
He glanced at the dark elf who was laughing at him, and said with a firm look, "I just wanted to do it, so I did it."
"As you please?" The Dark Elf King said, "That's reasonable."
The dark elf beside him heard the king say this and said unconvincedly: "King, the cubs he adopted are all inferior. They should all be eliminated during the training."
The so-called elimination means death.
"Efit interfered with the training of the cubs for his own selfish desires and violated the rules of the dark elves in raising their offspring." The dark elf said in a loud voice, looking at Efit provocatively.
"Yak, I didn't allow you to speak." The Dark Elf King said lightly.
The dark elf youth named Yak was shocked and immediately knelt on one knee with a hint of jealousy in his eyes.
As a dark elf born in the same batch as Efit, no matter how hard he tries, the king's heart will always lean towards Efit.
Although he knew that he had broken the rules, he had no intention of blaming him.
Yake was unwilling and clenched his fists involuntarily.
The Dark Elf King asked Efit, "How do you explain what Yak said?"
Efit said calmly, "Please understand, Your Majesty, I have no selfish desires, nor do I interfere with the training of the cubs. Furthermore, I don't think the cubs I adopted are inferior. Furthermore, I believe that every cub has their strengths, they just display different talents."
"Oh?" The Dark Elf King asked leisurely, showing slight interest. "So, what talents do the cubs you adopted have?"
Efit said, "They all have amazing talents in potions, appraisal, alchemy, casting, sewing, magic circles, enchantment, etc."
Under the sharp gaze of the Dark Elf King, Efit introduced the advantages of each cub one by one with reason and evidence.
The fighting ability of the cubs he adopted may not be as high as that of other cubs, but the talent they displayed should definitely not be underestimated.
No matter how powerful the dark elves are, they still need to make money to survive, accumulate wealth, and provide more supplies for their newborn cubs.
Why must the dark elf cubs undergo cruel training before they can stand out?
Because of the scarcity of resources.
However, is the scarcity of resources simply due to the poverty of Wanaku?
In fact, it is because the dark elves have not developed and utilized their own advantages well, do not know how to communicate with the outside world, and are isolated from information, that the current situation has occurred.
Since we want to strengthen the race, shouldn’t we cultivate more talents?
Can the dark elves, who only have military power, simple minds, and only know how to kill, really go far?
Efit spoke frankly, revealing all the questions and thoughts that he had long held.
He didn't know why the Dark Elf King rebelled against the Elf Kingdom ten thousand years ago and came to Vanaku with his followers to establish the Dark Elf Kingdom, but he felt that a successful king hoped that his people would become more and more prosperous.
Although his power is limited, he also wants to change the status quo.
It is unrealistic to put all your hopes on the little goblin.
Unless the branches of the mother tree wither, the dark elves' fruits will never be stolen and will continue to be produced.
He had to prepare for both scenarios and do everything he could to change the fate of the cubs fighting each other.
After saying his last words, Efit calmly waited for the judgment of the Dark Elf King.
There was silence in the main hall.
Yak looked at Efit in disbelief.
He always knew he was different, but he had no idea his thoughts were so bizarre.
He actually wanted to keep all the dark elf cubs alive and provide them with abundant resources?
Who does he think he is?
Why break the rules that have existed for thousands of years?
There is no way the king would agree to him!
Dark elves should survive in a cruel environment, the fittest should survive and the weakest should be eliminated!
otherwise--
Otherwise, how would these dark elves who had managed to survive from such desperate situations feel?
After an unknown amount of time, the Dark Elf King chuckled: "Hehehe——"
The enormous pressure spread wantonly in the main hall. Efit and Yak were unable to bear it and crawled on the ground, drenched in sweat.
The Dark Elf King stood up, walked down the steps step by step, came to Efit, and looked down at his slightly trembling back.
"You have a good idea. If you want to do it, then do it to the end."
Efit took in the overwhelming aura emanating from the man beside him, took a deep breath, and replied calmly, "Yes."
"Go back!" the Dark Elf King sent him away.
"Thank you, King." Efit knelt deeply, then stood up and left respectfully.
Yak was still kneeling on the ground. When he saw the king gently let go of Efit, his features almost distorted.
"Yak," the Dark Elf King said, "This won't happen again."
Just one sentence put Yak into an ice cellar.
"...Yes." Yake shuddered and replied.
"Learn from Efit and reflect on your mistakes when you return." The Dark Elf King waved his exquisite cloak and left the main hall.
Yak waited for a long time, until he could no longer sense the breath of the Dark Elf King, and then he slammed the ground hard.
"Er, Fee, Te!" he gritted his teeth.
The Dark Elf King walked into the temple behind the main hall, stood devoutly in front of a lifelike statue, and made a praying gesture.
"flutter--"
Suddenly, a ball of black flame emerged from behind him.
The Dark Elf King remained motionless and continued to pray.
A sinister man with black hair and dark eyes emerged from the flames. Seeing the Dark Elf King praying before the statue, he mocked, "Aung Orakiri, if your people saw their king praying to the Son of Light, I wonder what kind of interesting reaction they would have?"
The Dark Elf King, Ang Orakiri, finished his prayer and turned to look at the man in the black flames.
"No matter how interesting it is, it's not as interesting as the Dark God parasitizing a human body."
The man in the flames was not angry at the irony. He said, "As a believer of the God of Darkness, you should fulfill your promise."
Aung Olaqiri responded indifferently: "I said that as long as you come out of hell, I will keep my promise."
Denton Trick narrowed his eyes dangerously. "Don't regret it, Orakiri."
The Dark Elf King's face remained expressionless. "I have many regrets, and this one is no exception."
The temple was silent for a moment, and the black flames vanished without a trace.
*****
Shu Li successfully stole fruit number three and returned to the elf cub's courtyard happily.
As soon as he crawled out of the trunk of the mother tree, he saw huge fruits hanging on the branches.
"Number three Guoguo!" Shu Li flapped his wings, spread his arms, flew forward, and pressed his whole body against the winter melon-like fruit, rubbing it affectionately.
Very good!
Finally, I can openly touch Fruit No. 3 and no longer have to worry about being discovered by the dark elves and having to hide in the dark and sigh at the fruit.
The elf cub inside the fruit that had been there for more than forty years had basically matured. It felt Shu Li's breath and actually responded.
Shu Li felt as if something kicked the place where he was leaning against.
ah?
Is this... is this... fetal movement?
So amazing!
Shu Li leaned against fruit number three and whispered a lot of words. The surface of the fruit was kicked again, and he was so excited that he almost cried.
[Oenomisis, can you feel it? There's movement inside the fruit!]
"Yes, I feel it." The mother tree said gently, "But are you sure you don't want to go back to your room? Your friends are still waiting for you to come back."
[Ah!] Shu Li shook his ears. He almost forgot that he had agreed with Angel and the others before leaving that he would come back early today. He never expected that so many things would happen and it would be delayed until one or two in the morning.
Without having time to hang out with the other little fruits, Shu Li flapped his wings and flew towards the window of his room.
On the windowsill, three little goblins were drowsy.
They waited for a long time, but Sperian, who had promised to come back soon, was still nowhere to be seen.
They were too worried to go to sleep.
Budno kept yawning, hugging his little pillow, nodding his head, wavering between sleep and wakefulness.
To cheer himself up, Thesio took out a sword and danced on the windowsill, trying to learn the moves well enough to defeat Ilio in the future.
Angel sat cross-legged, holding a book in one hand and a magic lantern in the other, reading seriously.
No matter what, they must not sleep in today. They would not rest until Sperian came back.
“Pah-pah—”
There was a faint sound of flapping wings outside the window, and soon a little golden-haired elf came in through the small crack in the window.
"Sperian!" Desio was the first to notice him. He sheathed his sword, flew over, and hugged him tightly. "You're finally back! We've been waiting for so long!"
Angel put away the book and magic lamp, then rushed over and hugged Shu Li tightly. "Didn't you say you would be back early today? You're two hours later than the agreed time!"
"Yes... I'm sorry, I broke my promise." Shu Li was almost unable to breathe because of being hugged by her two friends.
Budno realized it later, wiped his eyes, dropped his beloved little pillow, and rushed over to hug him.
Shu Li hurriedly pushed Disio and Angel away, hugged Budno, and said, "I'm back. You can rest assured and go to sleep!"
Angel looked at him carefully, pointed at the small flower crown on his head, and asked doubtfully: "Sperian, are you in danger?"
Otherwise, the corolla will not show its true shape.
Shu Li touched the small flower crown on her head and was secretly shocked.
Angel is such a dark guy, but he is so sharp!
Because he was too anxious, he forgot to turn the small flower crown back into a hairpin, and Angel discovered the flaw.
"No," he denied solemnly. "The magic of the corolla has a time limit. After midnight, it often transforms back into its original form."
Although it was a white lie, it was still the truth.
The little flower crown has its own ideas. Every night when he falls asleep, it will quietly change back to its original form. Therefore, when he wakes up in the morning, he will cast a magic spell to make the little flower crown change into various styles.
Angel said "Oh", and seeing that Shu Li was unharmed, he stopped worrying about the little flower crown.
"Did Fruit Number Three transfer successfully?" he asked. "Was the transfer process difficult?"
"Success!" Shu Li said excitedly, "It's already hanging on the branch of the mother tree. As for the process... it took quite a long time. Fruits that are more than 40 years old are more difficult to transfer than small fruits. Fortunately, everything went smoothly. Hehehe——"
He grinned, feeling a little guilty. Fairies and elves weren't good at lying, so to reassure his friends, he had to conceal some of the dangerous events.
"Wow! Really? I want to go and see!" Budno was eager to try.
"I want one too!" said Discio as he squeezed into the gap of the window, but was caught by Shu Li.
"Let's not go. Let's go and see it tomorrow! It's so late now, and the cub needs to sleep."
In fact, he was afraid that his friends would be too excited and wake up the elves.
"All right……"
Although the three little goblins looked reluctant to leave, it was too late and it was time to go to bed.
Shu Li sent the three friends out of the room and let out a long sigh.
Too many things happened tonight. He was physically and mentally exhausted, and the words of the God of Fire kept spinning in his mind.
Not to mention that his friend was anxious to see fruit number three, he was also anxious to find the Elf King for confirmation.
However, it was late at night and it was impolite to disturb others' sleep.
He yawned, rubbed his sore eyes, and advised himself to go to bed first. Only after he had enough sleep and felt refreshed would he have the energy to face the Elf King.
After quickly washing up and changing into comfortable clothes, he threw himself into the soft quilt and rubbed himself against it.
I thought I wouldn't be able to sleep, but as soon as I touched the bed, I fell asleep in seconds.
When the little elf fell asleep, the seal of the God of Fire on the back of his right hand gradually emerged, and two red lights shot out. They were the Fire Spirit and the younger Farm.
"Wow, this is the Elf Kingdom? It's been ages since I last came here!"
Farm flapped its wings, circled Shu Li's room, flew to the window, and looked at the mother tree in the courtyard in the moonlight.
After sleeping in the underground palace for ten thousand years, no one knew what changes had taken place in the outside world. The elf mother tree actually had branches and was contaminated by the power of darkness, and grew a bunch of gray-green fruits.
The little goblin was busy for most of the day just to steal fruit?
Before, it was hiding in the Seal of the God of Fire, sensing what was happening outside, and was shocked by the actions of the little goblin.
By the way, is that dark-skinned guy under the tree also an elf?
The Fire Spirit glanced at the sleeping goblin and lowered his voice: "Be quiet, don't disturb the goblin's sleep."
"Tsk!" Farmu closed his mouth reluctantly and turned around the window boredly. "Can I go out and play?"
"If you want to be hunted by the elves." said the Fire Elf.
Farm waved his fat and short forelimbs, flew to the bed angrily, occupied the other side, and curled up into a ball.
It's so boring that I can only sleep.
The Fire Spirit glanced at it, suddenly sensed a familiar breath, and instantly moved to the window.
"Hehe, Sara, I didn't expect you to come out early."
Outside the window, the shadow of the wood elf was sticking to the glass, looking at Sara, with a bright smile on her beautiful face.
"Fenris!"
The Fire Spirit was surprised.
In the room opposite the mother tree, the Elf King leaned back in a chair, his right hand on his chest, his breathing slightly rapid, a thin layer of sweat seeping from his forehead, a trace of pain appearing on his handsome face.
"Fris..." The shadow of the mother tree appeared in the room. Seeing his condition, it asked worriedly, "What happened? Why are you..."
"It's okay." The Elf King calmed his breathing and raised his head. The redness in his eyes gradually faded away, returning to an emerald-like luster.
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