Iris searched for a clearing, for she also knew that if she planted the seed in her hand, the forest would be swallowed up in part, and she did not want to do such a thing unless she had to, which was the opposite of the idea born in her innate blood.

However, she also knew that even if this part of the forest did not disappear in the growth process of the 'Time and Space Tree', it would still be cut down by the people of the Duchy of Sorrow.

Unlike their elves, humans do not have the ability to move flexibly in the woods, and the pack animals they usually use cannot move an inch in the woods.

Ziegler closed his eyes and listened, and in the woods there was a sudden murmur that he could not have heard without relaxing his mind and listening carefully.

The female elven mage's prayer echoed in his ears as if singing, and the melodious voice flowed through the air, coming and going with the wind.

Ziegler's face was surprised, as if he was walking in the mountains and forests, and when he was physically and mentally exhausted, he suddenly heard the sound of a clear spring murmuring in a stream.

These sounds soothe the dragon's body and mind, and it is no wonder that there is a rumor in their clan that even a relatively short-tempered red dragon will sit down and listen quietly when he encounters a singing elf, but now it seems that this is not just a rumor.

Iris murmured in a low voice, but the breeze rippled through the woods, playing a beautiful music.

Quack, Quack, Quack!

As Cervantes looked left and right, the trees around him seemed to be moving away from them at a slow pace.

The ground under the trees churned, bringing up a patch of green grass, and even the weeds were moving away from the trees.

After a long time, the grassy and tree-lined trees became an open space, and the black, moist soil exuded a fragrance called 'nature'.

Iris didn't open her eyes when she closed her eyes and 'sang', she inserted the end of the twig-like staff in her hand into the ground and slowly crouched on the ground.

The emerald green gauze on her body fell to the ground, but it was not stained with any dirt, and standing in the mud, Iris was like a white and flawless lotus flower, out of the mud without staining.

From morning to noon, and from noon to afternoon, Ziegler's fingertips trembled slightly, the corners of his mouth slightly hooked, his breathing was smooth and even, and his eyebrows were soothed, as if he had entered a wonderful realm.

Even the maid and the black dragon, who had been waiting on the sidelines, were in a happy mood for some reason, and Gerald had been enjoying himself from the beginning.

The light seemed to converge on the tip of the staff, and even though it was noon, the sun that should have been hot on them did not make them feel the slightest heat.

However, the green light floats slowly on the head of the staff, and at a glance, you can understand that it is a symbol of 'vitality'.

Iris's right hand fell to the ground, her fingertips caressing the wet earth, for she had planted the golden seed with silver veins in the soil, and she was breaking free from the seal set by the great elven mages.

A gentle voice bloomed from her soft throat, and the dirt beneath her fingertips began to squirm slowly.

Ziegler had already opened his eyes, and his gaze was condensed under Iris's fingertips, and under that piece of dirt lay the 'knowledge' that he had in mind, but unfortunately, this knowledge had been lost for a long time, and I am afraid that there was no backup even in the elves.

With a little sigh, the red dragon held his breath, when facing the 'unknown', when encountering 'knowledge', he was always like this.

Knowledge is the source of power, no matter who it is, so even if he is unruly, he must maintain the most basic respect in front of 'knowledge'!

Except for Iris, the four people present were silently watching, watching the creep speed of the soil from slow to fast, and feeling the vitality under the soil from 'nothing' to 'have', and then from 'less' to 'more'!

The breath of life filled the atmosphere, and Gerald couldn't help but take a deep breath, letting the breath lingering in the air swirl in his lungs.

The elven messenger grimaced, while Cervantes looked strange, as he felt as if something was being born behind him, and his veins were stirring.

After the black dragon grinned, he suddenly felt a pair of hands climb up his arm, and the soft touch made his tense body slowly relax.

Serena took one of her husband's arms, and she felt the struggle and anguish in his heart, an indescribable, indescribable indignation, which she could not do anything but at least give him some comfort.

Only she, who has 'exchanged hearts' with him, can understand that this 'freak', who is quite famous in the dragon clan, was actually full of boredom in her heart when she was a child, and the reason why she grew into what she is now is not unrelated to her original experience.

A young sprout broke through the blockade of the mud layer along the gap between the soil and appeared on the earth.

Everyone present could feel that in this clearing, there was another 'breath'!

A life appeared on the land and began to grow rapidly-

Iris slowly opened her eyes, and when she saw the sprout appear, she pulled out her staff and slowly stepped back.

As she retreated, the shoot began to swell rapidly, as if an invisible hand had pulled the shoot out of the ground, and the ground around the shoot began to swell like a wave.

The part planted deep in the ground burst out of the ground, and grew rapidly upwards in Cervantes's vertical pupils, like a long sword, about to stab into the sky.

Now it is no longer a young shoot, and many branches extend from the young shoot, and these branches extend more of their own branches as the young shoot grows.

Watching the green shoots slowly turn brown, and watching the branches extend out of their branches, Gerald's eyes slowly rounded and his mouth opened wide.

Even he had never seen such an astonishing change, and a towering tree rose from the ground and soared into the sky.

As the trees grew, several people had to retreat slowly, their eyes fixed on the giant tree beyond the treetops.

Breathe, breathe, breathe......

The clouds lingered at the top of the tree, and the gases produced by breathing formed a thin layer of mist on the treetops, surrounding the tree.

Ziegler held his breath and watched it all with wide eyes.

Suddenly, he took a step forward, striding towards the giant tree, and at this moment, he was anxious.

The thirst for knowledge in his heart made his red dragon's heart and blood burn, and at this moment, only the giant tree was left in his eyes!

How exactly can we 'break through space', using 'gravity' or 'other planes'?

He also knew about the [Teleportation Technique] and the [Advanced Teleportation Technique], but he didn't know why, and he didn't understand how to be able to shuttle between spaces.

He wanted to test his conjectures with the giant tree, he wanted to know! He wanted to know!!

Seeing the man with the aura of a red dragon running towards the giant tree, Iris looked at Serena with some concern, "Serena Maid ......" she wanted to say but stopped.

"It's okay...... the maid smiled and shook her head, "Ziegler is not going to destroy that tree, he just wants to know something and ......"

With that, she turned and was about to leave.

"Let's go, it's getting late, and we're not ready to 'meet'......"

There was a chuckle, and a mysterious smile remained on Serena's delicate face.

Whether it's her, or the elven king...... Not ready for anything!

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