Chapter 308 The Fate of the Western Continent Elf Race
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Saint Heather emerged from the night, her white robes billowing in the wind, making her appear like an ethereal fairy.
Before Qin Mo could speak, the girl with long ears moved.
She quickly turned around and assumed a fighting stance towards Heather, but in Qin Mo's eyes, she was just a novice, possessing the agility and nimbleness of an elf but lacking any real fighting skills.
As if sensing the immense danger emanating from the saintess, the girl hesitated for a moment, then slowly retreated until she stood behind Qin Mo.
"A very clever girl, and her talent for concealment is also outstanding," Heatherine praised softly.
"She noticed you from the very beginning, what's the point of you hiding?" Qin Mo pulled the girl over and made her stand in front of Heatherine, like a parent taking their unruly child to the neighbors to assess their genes.
When Qin Mo realized that the girl had grabbed the sailboat he was on, his first thought was to look at Heatherine with his eyes. He only breathed a sigh of relief after Heatherine remained noncommittal. After all, Heatherine was a big shot in the Temple, and the Temple was not merciful to aliens.
"What's your name? Why are you being chased?" Qin Mo began to ask, and Heather faithfully translated.
The elven girl is named Hena. She is a descendant of the elven race who remained in the Western Continent after the disappearance of the elven royal court. She has been living with her family in the Black Forest east of the Rhine Valley.
Hena looked different from her siblings from a young age. Her elven blood was very strong, which gave her a beautiful appearance and long, pointed ears, but also brought her a life of hardship.
When she was very young, Hena was forced to sell herself to the Marquis Horace, a high-ranking nobleman in Bonn, for a silver coin in exchange for the safety of her family. Fortunately, the nobleman did not mistreat her, because his daughter adored Hena and made her her maid and playmate.
Haina spent her childhood peacefully, and she was very grateful to the noble family. Even when she awakened the power of her elven bloodline, she never thought of escaping. Six years ago, the King's Knights came to capture Haina, but Marquis Horace stopped them, for which Haina was even more grateful.
Hena's happy life continued until last month. The Marquis Horace, a great nobleman of Bonn, passed away. Although the young lady Hena had been serving inherited the title of Marquis, her power in the Kingdom of Prussia could not compare with that of the Count Horace. The Prussian King's Knights came directly to Bonn and openly arrested people.
Haina's awakened elven talent made her exceptionally adept at concealment. Despite facing numerous powerful knights, she remained uncaptured until yesterday when she was starving. The knights had also blocked the entrance to the forest, so Haina ventured into town in search of food, only to be caught red-handed.
"Has the situation of the Western Elves... deteriorated to this point?" Qin Mo felt extremely distressed after listening to Haina's account.
"Although the Elven race has declined, their hidden bloodline power is miraculous. Other kingdoms and duchies do not persecute them without restraint, lest they suffer a frenzied retaliation. But in Prussia, since six years ago, those with Elven blood have been subjected to cruel persecution."
"Why? The elves revere nature and are not warlike. They never attack humans first," Qin Mo asked Heatherine, puzzled.
"You can ask Xu Luo for the specific reason; he once hunted down that culprit." Heather's tone turned cold again.
Qin Mo didn't need to ask Xu Luo to know that it was that Sisley Uliel who caused all the trouble. He had elven blood and had harmed the wicked Queen Reishi, who was a menace to the human world. Then he drove an even bigger menace—King Frederick—insane.
"Six years ago...the second year of Zhaowu...could it be...?"
Qin Mo's heart skipped a beat. Six years ago, Mu Qingge fled Prussia. At the same time, her adoptive father, Qin Lan, came to Xizhou to help in the war and disappeared in the north. The last person he contacted before his disappearance was... King Frederick of Prussia.
"Haina, we're going north to fight the orcs, so we can't take you with us. Where do you plan to go?" Although Qin Mo wanted to help Haina, she lacked complete inheritance and training, making her too weak to fight alongside Qin Mo.
"I...I originally wanted to go to France, west of the Rhine. I heard they don't persecute people like us there..."
Upon hearing Heather's translation, Qin Mo immediately retorted, "Would France really not persecute the elves?"
Saint Heatherine gently shook her head. "In France, the elves are not like those in Prussia, where they are treated as criminals and prisoners. In France... or rather, throughout the Western Continent, the elves are... playthings."
Qin Mo lowered his head in thought. Saintess Heather simply watched quietly without disturbing him. As for Haina, she seemed to know that Qin Mo was about to decide her fate. She looked at Qin Mo with pleading eyes and pursed her lips without saying a word.
"Henna, we'll take a boat to Riga. On the way, we'll pass through the sacred land of the elves... a former sacred land. If you're strong enough... perhaps you can survive there." Qin Mo hesitated for a long time before revealing a path that even she found cruel.
"Qin Mo, this is not a good idea. It is said that the former royal court of the elves was a peaceful place, but it was not a deserted place. Various races would appear there. Haina is still too weak..."
Saint Heatherine didn't spell it out, but her meaning was clear: Hena simply couldn't survive in that chaotic place.
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