Ron and his party were about to enter a place inhabited by elves and other intelligent beings.
As night fell, the beams of light created by the World Tree gradually faded. Fortunately, Ron and his group arrived before the light completely disappeared.
Entering the village.
Walking along the path, there were no obstacles as I had imagined, and I easily entered the elven village.
Upon arriving in the village, one is struck by the staggered arrangement of earthen houses and treehouses.
This is because small forests can form wherever there is light. Under the special care of the elves, it was only natural that scattered treehouses would form in the lower part of the World Tree.
However, due to the limited amount of sunlight, ground-level houses can still be seen in the village.
The absence of a complete treehouse also reflects the fact that not all elves reside here.
Not far to the right, the person in front of the ground house must be a half-elf!
Humans have many physical characteristics, and even the elves' long ears seem a bit shorter. But they are all the same in one respect: they are all very handsome.
Seeing a young half-elf, Ron was just worried about having no one to chat with. It would be best if he could agree to guide them. Traveling with a guide is completely different from traveling without one. Besides, Ron and his group didn't have much time; they still had to go up tomorrow...
Approaching the half-elf.
The half-elves stopped collecting the clothes and looked at Ron and his group with a hint of doubt.
Ron asked, "Um, my name is Ron Lance, and I'm a guest brought in by your Elder Chris. May I ask you a few questions?"
Mentioning Elder Chris is probably the most time-efficient approach.
As expected, the half-elf boy immediately became respectful.
"The outsiders brought in by the elders must be friends of our elves. Outsiders, feel free to ask them anything!"
Ron smiled wryly. The boy was still too young and had no sense of caution. Did he really believe Ron when he said that Chris brought him in?
Ron then asked, "How many households are there in your village? Have half-elves like you ever had a hard time living here?"
Half-elves, existing on the edge between their own kind and those of different races, should naturally be treated unfairly.
But what we see so far does not seem to be the case.
The young half-elf seemed to be doing some calculations in secret; he certainly knew a bit about his own village.
He tapped his chin with his index finger and counted in his mind for a while, then he had an idea.
“Our village has 310 households. As for my life, it’s great. You’re not allowed to say anything bad about Elder Chris, or the elves above will lecture you.”
Thinking back, the young half-elf felt that the elf had been a bit annoying last time, so he asked again, "Regarding what I said to you, could you please talk to Elder Chris for me? Our village is already doing very well, we really don't need any help from the elf above."
"Oh! What's going on? Do you know why people from above came to provide assistance?"
"..."
"..."
Before he knew it, Ron had been talking with the half-elf boy for quite a while.
It turns out that the half-elf population here is largely a legacy of history.
Back then, the human nobles were greedy, and the elves were so beautiful they were like works of art. For a period of time, elven slaves were treated the same as prisoners of war slaves in the multi-race wars.
War is a cause that is beyond our control, but sometimes it's not just war.
As time went on, the majority of half-elves became those who coexisted with humans.
Other groups, such as half-elves who coexist with orcs, are almost nonexistent...
Legends have emerged, even demigods, amidst the controversy among the gods. The continent has tacitly agreed that there will be no more elven slaves, but history remains history.
Throughout history, half-elves have faced rejection from many quarters, and there have even been instances of half-elves willingly joining the Dark Lord, until the 673rd Elf Queen.
She changed this situation. Through legendary reforms, half-elves were eventually accepted by the elven race. On the human side, however, there were fewer restrictions. Except for a few bad lords, half-elves gradually became like ordinary races.
Half-elves generally do not voluntarily go up to the World Tree, which is the true settlement of the elven race.
The elves later came forward to claim the child…
The past is like smoke...
To appease the elven queen, the current elven queen continues the practice of the former queen, with elves coming down to offer their condolences every few days!
In fact, the village elves at the lowest level of the World Tree should be the elves who accepted the child back then.
It's easy to imagine that in such circumstances, it would be difficult for elves to become subordinates of humans.
Fortunately, as time went by, everything gradually faded away.
Recently, haven't a few outsiders been allowed to visit? At this time, the Elven race has once again reached a point where they have to integrate into the life of the material world.
History is hard to judge as good or bad. When the elves ruled the continent, they also had both pleasant and unpleasant experiences with other races. At that time, the human race was still in its infancy...
After learning about the local history, Ron suggested, "Do you have time to show me around your village? I'm meeting your queen tomorrow."
"Of course I can take you!"
"You really get to see the noble Elf Queen?"
"Why would I lie to you? Don't let my appearance fool you, I'm actually very capable."
Are all humans like you?
"..."
With a guide, Ron and his party visited many places that the half-elf boy considered unique.
Before we knew it, the beam of light had completely disappeared.
An elven village, a common sight.
Beneath the World Tree, fireflies and other faintly glowing magical creatures took to the air, and by the time Ron and his companions were about to leave the village, the fireflies and others had already gathered together.
This is like replacing moonlight.
It turns out that some organisms, like plants, are phototropic. The places where the moonlight from another world gradually deepens and shines are also attracting organisms to gather.
In this way, it can also be considered another kind of beauty.
The staggered treehouses and ground-level houses, combined with the tranquil nighttime environment and the presence of light-loving creatures...
We will not meet again.
"Let's go. Gracie, if you have the chance to go to Sandy Territory, someone will receive you!"
While wandering around, Ron learned the half-elf boy's name.
Gracie waved and said, "Okay, if there's a chance to get out."
"..."
Gracie's smile faded as Ron and the others disappeared at the village entrance.
Or perhaps the elf is right.
The past is the past, and not all humans are bad, are they?
In fact, Gracie experienced many emotional changes when she received Ron and the others, but in the end, she still let it go.
Actually, the fact that this group of Gracie was among the last to be unclaimed in history suggests that something unexpected happened to their elven relatives afterward, preventing them from coming back...
It's hard to say... Should I let go? Oh, time!!!
...
After a long while... By the way, I wonder if that human boy is really going to see the Empress?
Think about it, how could that be?
He shook his head slightly, returned to his residence, meditated and practiced magic, and then took a short nap before another day had passed.
The next morning.
Ron and his group also woke up and gradually gathered together.
Ron noticed Yarlin's absence but didn't say anything.
Is Elder Chris the elven guide leading the way today?
People travel to a place.
Magic circle?
That should be it.
The personnel went up.
Chris, too lazy to chant incantations, quickly used her powerful spiritual energy to draw elements into an array.
There are two types of magic arrays, one in the air and one underground. Once activated, the magic rune sensing creates a small spatial magic array.
"Teleportation, activated!"
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