“Realize our long-cherished wish.”

The sound in the wind is like gravel that drifts away.

Fang Yu also woke up from the long dream. He looked around and immediately felt that he was in a garden.

A elves' courtyard—only elves will use such a slender and exquisite style, hollowed-out white columns, and their favorite purple companion star flowers.

The curved vines are like a green dream, and the violet buds hang down from the branches, forming stars in the sky. When Fang Zhu saw the statue deep in the courtyard, he realized that this was the Hall of the Holy Kings—

Many years ago, the Holy Hall of the previous kings. Alsana told them that there was once a fountain there, but it was later destroyed in a disaster. The elves rebuilt the place and became what they are today.

Fang Zhu was looking at the quaint fountain. The stone platform made of grey stone was covered with moss, and the spring water flowed out. The leaves of the water lily refracted a purple-red luster in the afternoon sun.

In an incident two hundred years ago, this fountain became the history in the memory of the Saint Bai family. Then he heard a deep voice of conversation coming from the direction of the garden, as if two people were whispering.

A rustling sound came from behind him. Fang Zhu turned around and looked in that direction. He happened to see the ship's servant walking out from behind a bush of golden chestnut trees. He looked at him unexpectedly.

Silweid was wearing elf costumes, and the sunlight fell on her chest, dazzling whiteness, with a moon-shaped silver jewelry hanging there.

The long golden hair hangs down like a waterfall, and the sharp elf ears are exposed on the temples of the ears. Even in the form of an elf, the noble daughters also look beautiful.

The moment they saw each other, both of them immediately understood the current situation-

The Great Saint told them that the root of the disaster came from a mistake two hundred years ago, which forced the apoptosis woman to sacrifice herself.

Even if they recovered the divine fire, they still had to solve all this, otherwise it would still be an irreversible disaster for the holy tree Teraka.

Elaine, the goddess of fate, exhausted her power to weave the timelines of the present and the future at that moment, and weaved this fate into it.

And what they saw at this moment must be everything that happened in the past.

Because fate has been obscured, they must understand what happened at that time here in order to find a solution to all problems.

“But can we really do it?”

Miss Nightingale asked.

The Great Saint's answer is simple: "He is the one chosen by the saints."

But no matter whether they were selected or not, they must have this job for Miss Aitela. Since they have arrived here, they can only continue to move forward.

Fang Zhu and Silvede looked at each other, and then they walked towards the place where the voices came from in the garden. After a while, they finally heard the voice clearly:

“You have to gain his trust, and if that plan is implemented, we have to make sure that the person who is selected is ours.”

"I understand, Mr. Speaker."

The answer is a woman's voice, which looks a little gentle.

What Fang Yu didn't expect was that after hearing this, he saw a pale elf man walking out of the courtyard and having a close encounter with him and Silweid.

He was startled and was about to find a reason to evade his identity, or immediately grab Silmide and turn around and run away. But unexpectedly, the elf man didn't seem surprised to see them, but his eyes fell on Silmide for a moment before crossing them and walking out of the courtyard.

Fang Yu was confused when he saw an elf girl walking out of the courtyard. The moment he saw the girl's somewhat sad face, he recognized the other party's identity:

Queldra Greenhill Stars.

She should be considered Miss Aitela's aunt, but her blood relationship is not that close. The other party was born in a side branch of the Green Hill family that belonged to Silver Wind Harbor.

She was one of the three dragon knights of the Elves' Court of that era, but since the disaster two hundred years ago, there were only two dragon knights left in the Elves' Noble Council.

Queldrara died in this disaster. In a sense, she was also the master of the great saint, Miss Tata's mother.

Fang Yu didn't expect that he would meet the other person like this, and he didn't expect that this Dragon Knight lady was so young, looking as big as Princess Alsana, and even a little childish.

The two even had some similarities, both of which had the idealist temperament, but the Elf Princess was obviously much more determined.

And the lady in front of her seemed to be in trouble.

It is really hard for Fang Ling to imagine that this girl who seems to be a little dilemma would be one of the three people in history who presided over this plan.

However, before he and Silvide could speak, Queldra saw the two of them and walked up to them and took the initiative to say to them: "Don't worry, Mr. Speaker has a good temper on weekdays, but he just... is a little anxious..."

Fang Yu was stunned, and then realized who the elf man he had left before was. He was the deputy speaker of Linnorir Parliament - the former deputy speaker, the Lord of the Mountain of Sangshak, and the father of the Minister of Disaster Investigation.

His face became a little weird - Queldra Greenhill Stars, the elf dragon knight had a private connection with Linnorel Council.

The Great Saint and Princess Melfina never told him this.

However, Queldra did not seem to be planning to hide it from them, but looked at Silvede on the side: "...Although the council has its own purpose, Issier, you are the most suitable candidate for being a tree guard. You don't have to have any worries, just have a clear conscience. After all, this is a good ending for everyone..."

"As for the others," she paused and hesitated, "I will take it for you."

The girl showed a gentle expression and looked at the two of them: "By the way, you haven't had a meal yet? I will continue to ask them to prepare something for you, including your favorite honey dew wine and the fruits from the morning breeze."

Fang Yu was slightly stunned for a moment, but it did not show up in his expression. Who is Isil? What identities are he and Silweid playing in this dream?
Chapter completed!