The people in the town all have to register; Herag and his group are under the na of the Ruby Comrce Association, so they won’t be questioned.
But if they are not under the Ruby Comrce Association, they will seem very suspicious and will definitely attract the attention of the Elf Race.
Normally, when three adventurers have finished escorting a caravan and still don’t return, what are you staying here for?
Most likely it’s for so unspeakable secret.
When Herag returned to the Ruby Comrce Association’s inn, he found Reese already tidying up the room.
At her request, the Ruby Comrce Association provided only two rooms.
David stayed in one room by himself, and Reese and Herag shared the other.
After spending a whole month in the carriage, they hadn’t slept comfortably at all.
Now with a wide and soft bed, the two of them naturally prepared to have a good sleep.
Of course, so pre-sleep exercise was indispensable; it would be another fierce battle.
Herag experiencedly asked the innkeeper to bring a few more blankets, mainly to lay over the bed for convenience.
At dusk, the three of them had dinner at the inn and returned to their room.
Reese hugged Herag, ready to make a move, when Herag said, "Wait for here for a while, I need to complete a task first."
"A task? Now?" Reese was quite surprised.
She had observed during the day, and it seed almost impossible to silently pass through the fence into the forest.
The Elf Race are excellent casters, so their defense techniques are naturally very formidable.
Reese had thought this matter would need long-term planning and a carefully discussed strategy to complete the task.
Unexpectedly, Herag was already ready to tackle the task as soon as they arrived, and the sky was already nearing nightfall.
At this ti, sneaking in to insert teleportation coordinates was extrely dangerous.
From the current perspective, the defense work of the Elves in Miracle Valley was done very well.
The fence itself was enchanted with countless unknown spells, even for Level 1 Wizards like them, it would not be easy to pass through.
And it had to be done without alerting the Elves inside, which was virtually impossible.
"Yes, I’ll leave now, I might return late." Herag said, patting Reese on the back of her head.
"You..." Reese instinctively clutched Herag’s coat, feeling a little nervous.
"It’s alright, I know what I’m doing, I won’t do anything I’m not sure of." Herag revealed a confident smile.
Reese remained silent and raised her toes to offer a kiss.
...
After leaving the inn, Herag went straight to a courtyard on the north side of the town.
The courtyard was surrounded by high walls, with heavy iron gates tightly closed.
Herag walked over and directly knocked on the iron gate.
"Who are you? What do you want?" A male Elf, looking about thirty, answered.
"I’m looking for Bain." Herag replied.
"Do you have any business with Bain?" The Elf looked at Herag with so vigilance.
Herag handed over ten Gold Coins, smiling: "Please tell Bain I have sothing very important to discuss with him in person."
The Elf took the Gold Coins, hesitated a bit, and then said, "Wait a mont."
After speaking, he closed the iron gate and went back to deliver the ssage.
After a short while, the iron gate reopened, and Bain, flipping the ten Gold Coins in his hand, looked at Herag with so suspicion: "Who are you?"
Herag smiled but didn’t speak, only slightly activated the Bloodline Mark, emitting a strange aura.
This aura might be hard to notice for ordinary people, who wouldn’t find anything unusual about it.
But for the Elf Race, it was different; they were incredibly sensitive to such bloodline auras.
Bain imdiately looked at Herag, and his expression froze.
He was just about to say sothing when Herag waved his hand: "Let’s talk inside."
"Alright...alright." Bain couldn’t confirm yet, but as long as there was even a slight possibility, he dared not show any disrespect to Herag.
At the deepest part of the courtyard, there was a three-story wooden house, which was Bain’s personal residence.
Bain personally took Herag inside and even brewed a pot of the local specialty fruit tea for Herag.
Once inside, Herag fully activated the Bloodline Mark, and his appearance instantly changed.
"This... this... Bain pays respect to the esteed one."
As Herag turned around, Bain was already on his knees paying homage.
Royal Elf!
The aura of a Royal Elf!
There was no mistake; it was a feeling from the very bones.
This was the fundantal difference in bloodlines, sothing Bain felt very clearly.
The Elf Race are the rulers of the Elf Plane, and among them, the Royal Elves are the rulers.
Only those Elves under the World Mother Tree have the Royal Elf Bloodline.
The Elves in these places like Miracle Valley are just so remote tribes, and there are many such tribes throughout the Elf Plane.
At this mont, Bain felt like a small commoner at the empire’s border eting the royal family of the empire.
The difference in status and position between the two sides was too great.
Not to ntion Bain, even the chief of the Elf Race in Miracle Valley couldn’t compare to Herag in terms of status.
So Bain kneeled so quickly and smoothly, as if he had rehearsed it many tis.
Although Bain didn’t know how Herag managed to disguise himself as a human or why he was hiding his identity.
But these were not questions he was qualified to consider.
Bain knelt on the ground, feeling sowhat anxious.
He didn’t know why Herag had co here.
I’m just a small steward, usually just greedy for so money; it’s not worth alarming the esteed Royal Family, right?
Bain was quite terrified now, feeling as if his hands and feet weren’t responding to his commands.
"Bain." Herag spoke.
"Ah, here... here, here." Bain’s body shivered with fear, quickly responding.
"Take to see your chieftain." Herag commanded.
He didn’t just co to complete a task; he also had so personal affairs to attend to.
"Of course, my lord, I’ll take you there right away."
Bain quickly led the way, secretly relieved.
Since it was about seeing the chieftain, it had nothing to do with him, as long as it wasn’t to trouble him.
According to the rules, a report should be made, and permission granted before bringing Herag inside.
But this was a visit from a Royal Elf, and Bain dared not keep Herag waiting. He led Herag through the back door of the courtyard to the outside of the fence.
Bain placed his hand on the wooden gate of the fence, and after a while, the wooden gate opened automatically.
"Please follow , my lord." Bain said, bowing and scraping.
As the wooden gate opened, a vast, endless forest unfolded before them.
A narrow path andered forward, stretching deep into the forest.
Every few ters, a plant resembling a streetlamp stood by the roadside, with two leaves and a white crystalline part.
It emitted a gentle light, illuminating a path forward in the dim forest.
Herag looked at the forest and sensed many indiscernible magical auras hidden throughout.
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