The area shrouded by the World Tree was quiet and peaceful, like a beautiful paradise in a fairy tale, and the points of light circling around the air roots flickered from time to time, like the twinkling stars in the sky. Under the starry sky of the canopy of trees is a flat lawn, of course, if you count by area, there is an area of one or two square kilometers, and perhaps it would be more accurate to call it grassland. On the grassland, the green grass is soft and fresh at an ankle height, occasionally swaying gently with the breeze, and stepping on it feels soft under your feet, as if you are about to fly into the clouds.

There are no walls on the grass, but there are many tables, chairs and counters, which are scattered to form a lot of open-air shops, taverns and restaurants, many elves and a small number of creatures of other races stay on the grass, or look for the goods they want to buy by the counter, or sit around the table to drink and eat, and some simply lie directly on the grass, looking up at the starry sky composed of the canopy overhead, looking very comfortable, looking intoxicated.

The people who run the shop are mainly elves, but there are occasional creatures of other races, all of which are high-level professionals, perhaps tired of adventure, and chose to live in the elven court after retirement, or maybe they are just temporarily short of gold coins, and use selling things to solve their financial crisis. However, whatever the specific reason, their faces were filled with happy smiles, and it was clear that life in the Elven Court had filled their hearts with joy.

* In general, the elves here are still in the absolute majority, and the number of aliens is only one-twentieth at most, and possibly even less. However, this is also understandable, after all, the danger of the Lost Forest where the Elven Court is located is also quite high, and it is difficult for low-level professionals to enter, even if they are high-level professionals, if they are not familiar with the Lost Forest, they will have a high risk of death after entering. Even if they survived by luck, without the elves leading the way, the chances of them being able to find the elven court were no higher than the chances of an ordinary person who had gone all the way and finally succeeded in becoming a god. In this case, the proportion of the number of aliens in the royal court is not surprising at all.

"Whoosh", another firework flew into the sky, and the fireworks strangely penetrated the air roots of many World Trees, exploding in the space under the canopy, and the scattered flames illuminated the canopy brightly. The scene in front of her, which deviated from common sense, made Catherine Huo Ran turn her head, stared at Vral and asked, "What's going on, this can't be regarded as between reality and fiction." What you just said is actually problematic, you said that you can decide whether others can see and touch this World Tree, who are you referring to, the elves are all individuals, and everyone thinks differently. Just like the firework just now, was it the person who decided that the fireworks could pass through the World Tree like a phantom, what if he decided that the World Tree was illusory at this time, but it happened to conflict with the decisions of other people, and besides, this kind of decision was not only for aliens, but even for objects?"

Vral didn't answer, just shook his head with a faint smile. The look is not only full of grace and nobility that a queen should have, but also full of mystery and reserve. Catherine was stunned for a moment, nodded with a wry smile, and said, "I'm sorry, it's me who is wrong." It's the most secret thing of the race, I really shouldn't ask, I'm sorry. ”

"Nothing, it's just that this is indeed the elves' top secret. I can't go into too much detail. "So, the rest of the content is up to you to understand and imagine." Real or illusory, it's up to you to see. ”

"I see. Catherine nodded, and suddenly let out a surprised whisper, "This person doesn't look like an elf at all, it's really special." ”

What Catherine saw was the elf who set off the fireworks. Over the years, every elf Catherine has met is elegant and noble, wearing the most decent clothes, combing her hair neatly, and keeping her body neat and tidy no matter how difficult the situation is, such appearance characteristics have almost become the label of elves. But the firework elf in front of him was obviously different, his clothes were crooked, his hair and beard were unkempt, his nails looked like they hadn't been trimmed for a long time, and his face was dirty, just like the scene when the girls first met Pannis, of course, Pannis was more exaggerated than this elf at that time.

"What's wrong with him," Catherine asked tentatively, "is there something wrong with the blow?"

After the fireworks, the elf sat on the grass with his back against the root of a bare World Tree, and even his eyes were motionless, and if he didn't blink occasionally, he would really make others think that it was a statue. As the maidens passed by him, they could hear a string of undetectable words coming out of his throat, and the language he spoke was not a lingua franca, it sounded very awkward, and the frequency of words was very slow, and if it had been listened to for a long time, it must have been very hypnotic. However, he speaks this awkward language very skillfully, and there is no jerky feeling at all.

"The light, the night sky, the vanishing, the shooting stars, the flowers blooming, the flowers falling, the rivers, the life. Pannis whispered in the girls' ears: "He said Elven language, not a sentence, basically these words over and over again, and some of the content like babble I didn't translate, it was probably just that he made some noise." ”

"It's creating. Freya had been in contact with a number of poets and playwrights, and was obviously familiar with the state of these people when they were in writing, so she whispered: "It sounds like a poem, not quite like an opera." ”

"Well, it's creating. Vral nodded and said affirmatively: "He had the inspiration to write another poem the other day, but he quickly got into trouble, and it is said that what he wrote was always almost a feeling, so he spent most of his day thinking about it, so it became what he is now." ”

"It doesn't look like it was a recent time. Vivien, who has a scholarly rigor, immediately saw the problem: "I look at his hair, beard and nails, and I'm afraid he's been in this state for at least a year." ”

"It's been less than two years. Vral said rightly, "That's why I said it wasn't long ago." ”

"Well, I was wrong. Vivien patted the top of her head with a floppy hat and sighed, "Judging by your concept of time, it was not that long ago. ”

"What kind of poems does he want to write?" asked Freya with interest.

"I don't know. Vral shook his head and said, "He's never been public. "To be continued.

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