In the four corners of the magic circle, there were four huge braziers that seemed to be burning with bright yellow flames forever. In the very center of the magic circle, there was a golden gyroscope that seemed to be made of gold, lying there quietly.

After arriving at the room, Toruveil closed the door. She first looked back at Wayne, signaling him with her eyes to be ready.

Then he stretched out his arm, revealing an inscribed bracelet made of unknown metal. After putting it to his mouth, he began to chant some spell in a low voice.

Toruveil's voice is very beautiful, at least more beautiful than Keira and Maisie. If she could become a bard, she might be very popular.

As Wayne was thinking this, the golden gyroscope in the center of the magic circle suddenly began to spin, and as the golden gyroscope spun, the air above the magic circle began to twist continuously, accompanied by a loud tearing sound. In just a few seconds, a powerful magic power tore open a chaotic portal above the magic circle, like the void.

This was the first time Wayne saw the portal in the Witcher world. Although he had used it several times in the game, this was the first time he saw it with his own eyes.

Toruvir took back the bracelet from her wrist, then looked at Wayne and said softly, "You don't have any experience using portals, do you, Wayne?"

"It's okay. This portal is controlled by Ms. Francesca herself. It's very safe. However, the experience of traveling through time and space is a bit uncomfortable. Just bear with it and it will pass."

After saying that, the female elf gave Wayne a look that asked her to follow him, and then she took the initiative to walk into the portal that seemed to be filled with nothingness.

After hesitating for a second, Wayne took a deep breath and walked in with gritted teeth.

It turns out that, just as Toruviel said, the experience of passing through the portal is not pleasant. It is like putting you into a high-speed spinning washing machine, making you unable to tell up from down, left from right, east from west, south from east, as if all directions have been reversed and your internal organs are jostling around in your body.

After a few seconds, maybe dozens of seconds, Wayne suddenly felt his whole body lighten and his feet touched solid ground. The demon hunter's physical fitness and strong sense of balance prevented him from falling to the ground, and he quickly returned to normal.

He raised his head and observed the surroundings, and found that he was in a beautiful elven palace. Toruviel was standing not far away, her body shaking and her face pale, as if she had not yet recovered from the aftereffects of the teleportation array.

After a few seconds, the female elf seemed to get rid of the influence. She turned her head and smiled at Wayne, then pointed to the beautiful and magnificent buildings and various exquisite flowers and trees around her, and said with a little pride: "This is the Elf Palace located in the Hundred Flowers Valley. Although it was not famous in the past, it is the best-preserved Elf Palace in the world today."

Hearing this, Wayne carefully looked at the surrounding scenery again and found it to be very beautiful. The statues of various shapes, colorful murals and ingenious architectural shapes were full of the epic feeling of the fantasy world he had imagined.

However, at this moment, the entire palace seemed quite deserted. There were neither fully-armed elf guards nor elf maids wearing skirts and with graceful postures. It was empty everywhere, and looked desolate and deserted.

Toruviel introduced the elves as they walked, and occasionally talked about some of the glorious history of the elves, as if she wanted to increase Wayne's recognition and sense of belonging to the elves in this way.

Wayne certainly wouldn't refuse the elf girl's enthusiasm, at least he pretended to listen seriously on the surface.

Soon, the two of them walked through the front yard of the garden, passed through the magnificent hall, and then walked through a large back garden decorated with rockery fountains and various precious trees, and came to a beautiful small lake in the palace.

Before the two of them got close, a beautiful melody played on an elf flute entered Wayne's ears.

The sound of the performance was beautiful, melodious, and long-lasting, as if it had an epic quality, as if telling the ups and downs of how a race that survived a disaster, relied on its own efforts, and built a splendid civilization in a barren land.

Wayne looked in the direction of the sound of the music, and in an elegant and exquisite pavilion, a beautiful elf wearing a white princess dress, with long dark golden hair, a beautiful face, and a pair of sky-blue eyes was sitting on a bench, playing the epic song with great concentration.

The first time Wayne saw Francesca, he couldn't help but gasp. He didn't expect that there was such a beautiful woman in the world. Even in the past when he was bombarded by various online videos, he had never seen such beauty.

Although the sorceress in front of him was hundreds of years old, she looked full of a pure and flawless girlishness, as if the most beautiful time was frozen in her body. And because of her powerful strength as the strongest sorceress, she seemed to have a sense of detachment from the world.

As they were sighing, the beautiful elf girl in the pavilion had already set her eyes on the two of them. She opened her red lips and said in a pleasant voice:

"Welcome, Sir Toruvil, and this, um, Mr. Witcher."

She put down the elf flute, stood up, pointed at the table beside her with her white fingers, and invited softly:

"I have someone prepare a dinner. It contains food that is unique to the elves. Come on, let's eat and talk at the same time."

Hearing this, Toruviel bowed slightly, and Wayne also came back to his senses from the beauty of the elven sorceress, and they walked into the pavilion together.

There were not many dishes on the table. In addition to a plate of unknown species of fish, there was also a bowl of clear soup, and a few plates of vegetables and fruits. Although they were fragrant, they seemed very light.

But when Francesca sat opposite Wayne, a charming fragrance from the sorceress opposite him entered Wayne's nose.

It is like a fragrant orchid in the mountains or a daisy in the early morning. It is light and yet stirring, making one want to take a few more breaths.

Smelling this refreshing fragrance actually made his appetite better.

Before the three of them started eating, Toruveil picked up a bottle of Baihua wine on the table, poured a glass for Francesca opposite her, and then filled a glass for Wayne and herself.

Francesca picked up the wine glass and thanked Toruvel softly, then looked at Wayne with her clear blue eyes and said softly:

"Please forgive me, Mr. Wayne, our elf food does seem a bit light, but it tastes really good if you eat it."

Hearing the host say this, out of politeness, Wayne modestly said that the taste was very good. It is true that the taste of these dishes seemed a bit light compared to those big fish and meat, but it was also a special taste that he remembered vividly.

The three of them ate and chatted, mostly discussing the current situation of the elves and the Valley of Flowers. Although Francesca looked a little detached, as a female sorceress who was hundreds of years old, her knowledge far exceeded that of ordinary people of this era.

He speaks clearly and logically, and occasionally makes a little joke, which doesn't make people feel alienated.

After chatting for a few minutes, Wayne gradually got used to the content of their conversation. He did not hesitate to share his ideas and briefly talked about his views on the elves and the northern countries.

In particular, regarding the current situation where non-human races are oppressed by humans, he bluntly said: "There is no way around it, and it is impossible to gain the other party's understanding through peaceful means."

"Whether in terms of numbers or fertility, elves or other non-human races are inherently at a huge disadvantage."

"Moreover, the long-term oppression has made most elves numb. Unless their lives are at stake, they dare not resist."

"But they are not lacking the spirit of resistance. What they are lacking is a leader and a guide."

"Everyone has the right to pursue a better life, but humans who are used to exploiting non-human races will not give us such a right."

(End of this chapter)