After Maggie and the elders entered the conference room, Nesser waited outside the whole time, his handsome and delicate face slightly furrowed, constantly looking in Maggie's direction, as if he was worried about her.
Only when Maggie came out did his expression relax again. He walked forward to meet everyone's gaze, ignoring the stares of others, his eyes fixed on her alone.
"elder sister!"
Nesser smiled and looked as good as ever, only now he had more of a cuteness than a dashing and handsome air.
"Okay, let's go back."
Maggie was still not used to Nesser's current appearance. Although he was handsome, he was no longer a child, so she didn't pat his head or hold his hand to walk with him like before.
She simply nodded to Nesser and left.
Nesser's outstretched hand to Maggie froze in mid-air, his expression stiffening. It wasn't until Maggie brushed past him that he seemed to snap out of his daze and hurriedly followed her.
Finally, after seeing off Maggie, the elven high command visibly breathed a sigh of relief. However, the elder who had initially been very optimistic about Nesser and even wanted him to be a guard looked slightly embarrassed.
After a long pause, he turned to the crowd and asked a question.
"Since our distinguished guest cares so much about Nesser, we should still..."
His meaning was very clear: given the current situation, if Nesser really didn't get the first seat, even with the bet in hand, they couldn't really let Nesser become the guardian of the elven altar.
The first problem we'll face then is Maggie.
Maggie's thoughts are very important to the Elven race now, after all, she is someone related to the gods, and they must show her 100% respect no matter what.
"Just pretend nothing happened."
The clan leader glanced at the elder indifferently, his tone not very friendly.
He probably meant that it was so obvious that there was no need to ask, and that if they offended their important guests, they would have to complain to their gods.
Although the gods have not appeared in the world for a long time, they are not dead and will return sooner or later.
Even if it's not 10,000, there's always a chance.
"Yes, I understand."
The elder respectfully agreed.
...
On the other side, Maggie went straight back to the treehouse. She wasn't completely oblivious to Nesser's gaze, but she felt awkward and treated Nesser rather coldly, or perhaps it could be said that she didn't know how to interact with him.
So much so that whatever Nesser said to her, she would only respond softly and would not give much other response or say anything on her own initiative.
Maggie's unnatural expression returned to normal only when she entered the treehouse and closed the door.
The elemental spirits who followed her throughout the entire process clearly witnessed Maggie's change of expression. The little ghost was speechless and spoke to Maggie with a hint of disdain.
"You are the worst human being I have ever met."
Maggie was taken aback by the little ghost's words, but then she clearly saw the little ghost's expression, which practically screamed "You heartless bastard!"
But the key point is that Nesser could be her brother or her son, and no matter what, it has nothing to do with love, so how is she a jerk?
Where did this little ghost learn those words? He just uses them randomly. We really shouldn't let them have too much contact with things from the human world. Now they've all gone astray.
Maggie's lips twitched, and she asked in a forced smile.
"You elemental spirit, you understand human emotions now?"
The little ghost got angry when questioned, raised her short little hand, and pointed at Maggie's forehead.
"I know more than you do."
As soon as he finished speaking, Roy, who was standing to the side, also showed a thoughtful expression. After thinking for a while, he nodded in agreement.
"?"
Maggie felt offended.
"Forget it, I can't control you guys. Let's skip this. Quickly show me this grass ring; it seems very important."
She shook her head, not intending to argue with a group of elemental spirits. In her eyes, they were all like children, like talking about feelings with elementary school students—it was all nonsense.
Maggie is now more interested in this special grass ring.
She racked her brains but couldn't find any relevant content in the comic's plot. She even went through all the scenes with the Forest God, but still couldn't find a clue.
Now, she's going to pull out her 'Little Ghost Card Encyclopedia'.
When Maggie changed the subject, the little ghost's beady eyes narrowed, seemingly disdainful of Maggie, but it still obediently floated to Maggie's side and looked down at the somewhat conspicuous grass ring.
It's no wonder I was shocked when I looked.
The little ghost's facial features are actually very cute and chibi-style. They are all on a white cloth, without a specific shape, only a general position, and from time to time, the facial features will fly off for various reasons.
He was so frightened that his eyes were wide open, looking like two magnified black beans hanging on the white cloth.
"You're not some kind of monster, are you? This is the highest level of courtesy from the Elven Mother Tree. Wherever you go, the Elven race will treat you with absolute respect."
"Moreover, it has another crucial function: if you are on the verge of death and beyond saving, as long as it can bring you to the vicinity of the Elf Mother Tree, it will use all its life force to revive you at all costs."
The little ghost muttered its explanation while looking at Maggie with a strange expression.
Although he was learned, he learned many things from books rather than witnessing them firsthand, especially things that were almost legendary or might not have existed at all. He read these books as a way to pass the time.
But one day, those miraculous events actually happened to Maggie one after another.
This completely overturned the little ghost's worldview.
"Huh? It's so precious?!"
Maggie was also shocked.
Actually, she had been thinking about this on her way back, but no matter how she thought about it, she couldn't come up with any great favors or kindnesses she had done for the elves. In the end, she even wondered if the Elven Mother Tree had mistaken her for someone else and made a mistake.
Now that she heard about the function of the bracelet, her heart skipped a beat.
"No, are you really only sixteen? Could you really be some kind of immortal being?"
The little ghost looked on with suspicion.
"Enough! It's one thing to doubt my race, but now they're starting to doubt my age. That's going too far."
Maggie is going crazy.
"Then how do you have something like this?"
The little ghost was even more devastated; he felt that all his common sense had been overturned and could not be rebuilt.
How would I know...?
Maggie remained silent.
The little ghost and Maggie were arguing inside the treehouse, while outside the door, Harlan and Nesser, who was reluctant to leave, were locked in a silent standoff.
Harun leaned against the tree trunk, holding his sword in both hands. Half of his figure was obscured by the shade of the tree, so his expression could not be seen. Only his slightly cool voice could be heard.
“You are a clever elf, I think you will stay, stay in the Green Forest.”
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