Ange quickly told the dwarves to get up, "I'm really just an innkeeper, don't be so impulsive."
Cook shook his head firmly. "Don't worry, sir. We dwarves are never impulsive."
Seeing Jon's face darken, Cook's faith became even stronger.
Those elves weren't fools; they wouldn't easily relinquish their faith. Although he disliked the elves, it didn't stop him from leading his people to share a common faith with them.
He believed that with his abilities, he would surely become the foremost believer under God.
The elves only have the advantage of being "early," so why would Cook be afraid of that? Hmph, of course not!
Seeing the resolute looks in Cook's and the others' eyes, An Ge sighed helplessly, "I've already said my piece, you can do as you please. I have something to do, you see..."
Jon nodded quickly, "Your affairs must be very important, we can't keep you from visiting. When you're done, you must come and visit our clan."
"If you need help, sir, we dwarves are ready to charge into battle for you," Cook assured him, patting his chest.
“No need for that.” An Ge was already finding it hard to resist Cook’s enthusiasm.
"Hmph, our Elven race will take care of you, sir. We don't need you." Jon had long disliked Cook. No wonder these dwarves kept showing up outside the tribe; they were after this.
Cook didn't reply, only looked at Cook with a "you're so clueless" look, and then looked at Ange with reverence.
Ange felt as if she saw "tea" in Cook?
Under Cook's intense gaze, Ange followed Jon into the elven territory.
Along the way, Jon was still a little angry. "My lord, you must not pay attention to those dwarves. These dwarves are the most restless. If you are worshipped by them, there will definitely be a lot of trouble."
Jon angrily recounted the dwarves' actions, including but not limited to their tendency to boast, cheating them when making deals, and their restlessness and desire to lead their people to expand their territory.
"Each of our tribes has only so many people, and we can all just live peacefully. Only the dwarves, under the leadership of their chief, are always trying to cause trouble."
Oh, right, he also mentioned a while ago that he was going to form some kind of inter-racial alliance, and talk about inter-racial trade and such. I don't understand a lot of those things, but it's certain that dwarves like to stir up trouble.
By the way, the dwarves used to say they would worship the fire god, but after the great fire, they immediately abandoned their faith. Such people lack unwavering faith.
The more Ange listened, the more she felt that Cook was truly a remarkable person.
Compared to other planes, this plane is probably still in the process of transitioning from primitive to slave society. This was a judgment he made based on Jon's description of the human race.
None of the races had yet established their own beliefs, and this lack of faith left them without a goal to strive for, leading them to live aimlessly.
In general, this plane is still in a primitive stage, and people's minds are not yet enlightened.
In Ango's view, Cook's ideas already showed progressive awareness of nation, territory, and race. If things continued on this trajectory, the dwarves might one day become the dominant race.
It seems that after this matter is settled, I should still go and see the dwarves.
Unbeknownst to Jon, his complaints actually sparked Ange's keen interest in the dwarves.
If Jonah's community is a large city, then Leonard's community is not even as good as a small village.
The elven forest was vast, and the two walked a long way before reaching the gathering place of their kind.
Looking at the scattered groups of elves, An Ge finally understood what Jon meant when he said that the elven race couldn't even muster a full army.
Leonard led his people to give Ange a grand welcome ceremony. The so-called grand ceremony was nothing more than gathering all the people together, introducing Ange's identity, and giving everyone a pep talk.
This was the first time An Ge had seen Leonard like this. She had previously thought that he didn't have the airs of a king, but now it seemed that he was not only not, but down-to-earth.
"So this is what Leonard is like," Ange couldn't help but mutter to herself.
A middle-aged elf, clearly an elven elder, paused for a moment before cautiously saying to Ange, "The leaders of several tribes often discuss matters together, probably influenced by the dwarven leader."
Ange glanced at the elven elder beside her and saw helplessness in his eyes.
"Oh, I see. Haha." Ange laughed awkwardly. Cook is really a genius.
After the chicken blood injection, everyone offered An Ge the most delicious fruit. An Ge looked at these simple elves and found them extremely adorable.
No one could resist a group of beautiful elves who were oblivious to everything else, their eyes filled with gratitude and adoration.
After the banquet, Leonard took Ange to the forbidden land of the elves.
Unlike the forbidden area where the Tree of Life is located, the closer you are to the Holy Spring, the more abundant the spiritual energy becomes.
Ange then understood why the Holy Spring had such a significant impact on the strength of the Elf race.
Upon seeing the true face of the sacred spring, Ange realized that the so-called sacred spring at the inn was incomparable to the real elven sacred spring; it was like the difference between a "small yellow croaker" and a small yellow croaker.
Recalling the inn's praise for its elven holy spring, An Ge remarked with feeling, "It's really a bit of an insult to the real holy spring."
Seeing Leonard's puzzled look, Ange didn't explain. She took out a branch of the Tree of Life and prepared to plant it in a good spot next to the Holy Spring.
The moment Ange took out the branch, she felt two waves of joy.
It's the Holy Spring and this branch! Ange felt much more at ease. It seemed that with the influence of the Holy Spring, the Tree of Life had a greater chance of survival.
"After the Tree of Life is planted, I will stay here for a while. Do not let anyone disturb me."
Hearing An Ge's words, Leonard, who had been tense, finally breathed a sigh of relief. "Don't worry, I guarantee not a single bug will fly over."
Having confirmed that the Tree of Life could grow here without any problem, Ange transformed into a farmer and carefully planted the branches.
"Shouldn't we water it?" An Ge still felt a little uneasy. "Would it be okay if I used some holy spring water to water it?"
Leonard quickly shook his head, "Of course there's no problem. The holy spring water has self-healing abilities. As long as the root cause isn't damaged, recovery is just a matter of time."
"That's fine then." An Ge said, scooping some water from the spring beside her and carefully watering the roots of the Tree of Life.
Feeling the joy emanating from the Tree of Life, she smiled, "It's useful."
Looking at the bare branches, An Ge's eyes lit up. She carefully covered them with her spiritual energy and channeled it into the branches.
When the Tree of Life came into contact with Ange's spiritual power, it did not reject it; in fact, it was somewhat greedy.
An Ge looked at the Tree of Life, which had no "hair" at all, with amusement. "You greedy little thing."
Even so, she still slowly transferred her life force to the twig.
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