"Hello, friends from the outside world, welco to Salantir." An elf placed his right hand on his chest and slowly bowed to Lynch and his group: "If you guests wish to taste the sweet fruits of Heather, please follow ."
"Yes! Yes!" Soka clapped her little hands: "Salantir is such a wonderful, wonderful place!"
Among everyone, Zilvra always seed a bit tense. When the elves’ green eyes glanced over, she would always avert her violet gaze, looking at her reflection in the river. However, the elves didn’t seem to find this strange.
This was not Lynch’s first ti in this Elf Kingdom; many years ago, he had followed Anna to this beautiful place and stayed for almost two years. Many elves had t this Human Mage and already regarded him as a friend. This ti, revisiting Salantir, Lynch was still as amazed by the scenery as the first ti he ca.
Zilvra was entering the elf kingdom for the first ti. Before, in the mouths of the drow, surface elves were synonymous with weakness. She never imagined that the surface elves could combine the creations of nature with exquisite craftsmanship so perfectly. Spending so ti here makes one forget all worries and leave behind all unpleasant feelings.
The waters of Erutalon flowed slowly, and the singing in their ears gradually beca clear. Soka and Zilvra imrsed themselves in the lodious tune, each note gently plucking at their heartstrings. Coupled with the soft, gentle sunlight, they both unknowingly drifted into a deep sleep.
"Every first-ti visitor to Salantir has a hard ti not dozing off," the elf said to Lynch: "Last ti you ca, it was the sa with your group. Except for Anna and you, everyone else fell into a comfortable slumber until they reached Heather."
Lynch looked at the two ladies sleeping in each other’s arms and smiled at the elf. Hidden within the drifting lody was a hypnotic power. The elves, long accustod to the tune, were naturally unaffected. And Mages who have lost the right to dream could easily resist this sound.
"How have things been in Salantir these past years? Is the ad as sweet every year?" Lynch asked the elves.
"Yes, Mage." The elf guards smiled happily: "Every year, we can harvest delicious fruits from the trees, and the brewed ad is incredibly llow. This ti, you will receive the warst welco: midsumr is the best ti to drink ad."
"I still miss the ti spent here. Every visit, I feel the tranquility and peace," Lynch said to the elves: "Now, outside, war clouds are gathering, and unrest is spreading. I think Salantir might still be the last paradise."
"We have also heard about what you ntioned." The lead elf responded: "Even in the world under the sun, shadows slowly grow, and when an evil spark bursts forth, the entire grassland will turn to ash."
He spoke in a gentle tone, as if softly singing:
Even if darkness covers the world,
There is still moonlight shining here;
Thick clouds can’t block it,
The bright silver spills over the earth.
Salantir’s rivers,
Never bring news of chaos;
In Isley & Heather’s woods,
Only gentle breaths ripple.
Floating Erutalon,
Brings harvests to the hands of the happy people;
Sweet ad,
Forever ready to greet the weary
llonea (aning friend)
"Have you also received news from outside?" Lynch said: "The beastn are coming from the north, this matter might not be simple. Though there’s the Sacred Pate’s Haisas, Müen is surrounded by sea on three sides, and there are no strong defenses in these directions."
"No, my dear Mage friend. Our respected Empress Hernfurry has already foreseen this situation; even on the vast, boundless sea, there are white-sailed ships on day and night watch. Salantir will be well looked after, no living enemy can enter here quietly for destruction."
"It seems that thorough preparations have been made here, I can relax here for a bit." Hearing about the defenses at sea, Lynch knew that his defensive suggestions sent to Anna were already being implented. The elves, who once thought the sea a natural barrier, also began to accept the Mage’s proposals, with new plans set against all directions.
"Yes, our Empress has also instructed us ’to provide the best hospitality to our guests,’" the elf said: "Ten days ago, she already directed us to wait for your arrival today. Just like all the past successful predictions, Mage, you have arrived in Salantir right on ti."
"Why does the esteed Hernfurry pay so much attention to , a human? Every prophecy consus significant energy, even for an elf clan with their long lives, such consumption is heart-wrenching."
"I’m not too sure of Her Majesty’s intentions, but I believe she must have enough reasons for doing so," the elf said: "Each prophecy has steered us clear of possible disasters, guiding us to a safe path. After enduring so many storms and rains, this patch of erald green forest remains vibrant and full of life. The songs praising peace have always enveloped Heather City, never ceasing."
"I’ve always believed that peace is the world’s most precious thing, but too long a peace could make people complacent."
"Mage friend, I also agree with what you’ve said," the elf nodded: "Our lives are very long, and being able to live forever in happiness is what we most often pray for. However, creatures outside do not share the sa patience as us, always sparking conflicts over fleeting things. We’ve seen this and have been trying to improve this state. We elves do not like using strong thods; friendly negotiations are our first choice. But during the negotiation process, ti beca humanity’s biggest enemy. Other than Mages who can live a bit longer, we elves always need to change eting partners."
"These are things that can’t be helped," Lynch said: "Humans have the most active minds but cannot last long. Elves have enough patience, yet often don’t move as quickly as changes in the outside world. Every form of life is equal; they just live focusing on different aspects."
"Young Mage, you speak wisely," the elf nodded: "When I was your age, I had just learned to walk among the branches and could barely run. Even though you’ve only been gone for eight years, I dare not asure your now wise soul by the past standards."
"Thank you for your praise," Lynch said: "I’ve just seen relatively more things outside. Compared to the millennium wisdom of the elves, I am but a pitiable grain of sand lying on the boundless coast."
"Friend, our Empress has ntioned you many tis; she greatly appreciates you, her words filled with praise. Until you et her, I will arrange for you to stay at the palace in Heather. Naturally, delicious ad is already waiting there."
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