Chapter 54: The Elven Holy Land
Lance looked like he was genuinely looking forward to this so-called “Black Dragon’s conspiracy.”
Misha looked at him and felt that to the Hero, whose adventurous life was usually calm and tedious, this finally represented a ripple of excitement. Of course he would be looking forward to something like this.
What’s more, this Black Dragon’s conspiracy might even be related to Misha.
The Hero was expectant; Misha was panicked.
Just the thought that the Hero might like him sent Misha’s mind spiraling into wild speculation. He felt his career as a Demon Lord was on the brink of total ruin.
In any case, once they reached the Royal Capital, he had to take advantage of the chaos to run a little faster. It would be best if he could fly back to the Demon Lord’s Castle overnight while the Hero and the Black Dragon were fighting, escaping the messy situation around the Hero.
The Bishop had already left ahead of them to explain the cause and effect of the entire situation to the Lord. If everything went smoothly, adding in the time to adjust the teleportation circle, Misha figured they should be able to depart by the afternoon at the latest.
Misha secretly made up his mind, then turned his head to listen to Arlo explain the “Dewdrops of the Tree of Life”—that supposedly unique ingredient—to Lance and Samuel.
“The Dewdrops of the Tree of Life can only be held in the Holy Chalice guarded by the elves,” Arlo said. “If poured into any other container, they will immediately turn into light and dissipate.”
Misha nodded, indicating he understood.
He had heard about this back in the Divine Realm. It seemed many holy artifacts related to the gods had such characteristics; they could only be touched by the Chosen Ones or containers crafted from divine materials. This was to prevent those with ill intentions from coveting the holy relics left in the world by the gods.
“According to elven tradition, only the Chosen One can approach the Tree of Life.” Arlo thought for a moment and added, “If monsters approach the Tree of Life, they will become weak. That means Ashby and Ze… cough, and that Dark Elf cannot get too close to the Tree of Life.”
He had almost forgotten that Lance didn’t know Zebrun’s true identity yet. He nearly blurted out Zebrun’s name, but fortunately, he caught himself in time and swallowed the last two syllables. It didn’t seem to arouse Lance’s suspicion.
Lance just frowned and asked, “Is that the elf’s name?”
Arlo nodded, and Misha hurriedly nodded along.
“Nice name,” Lance praised with a nod. “Just one syllable.”
Arlo: “…”
Misha: “…”
Arlo had no choice but to continue. “We have to leave Ashby and Ze… inside Sky City.”
As for Misha, strictly speaking, although he was the Demon Lord, he wasn’t exactly a monster. The Demon Lord was even considered a branch of the Divine Race. The so-called holy Tree of Life shouldn’t affect him.
But Lance thought for a moment and couldn’t help asking, “They are in charge of guarding it, yet they can’t approach it themselves?”
Arlo nodded.
Lance: “Since they can’t approach it, then even if someone sneaked in, they wouldn’t know, right?”
Arlo: “…”
Arlo clearly hadn’t considered this issue.
He decided to ignore it.
The Hero asked too many strange questions. If he answered, he would get trapped in the Hero’s bizarre logic. This wasn’t important; he needed to continue with the main topic.
“The branches and leaves of the Tree of Life can also only be plucked by the Chosen One,” Arlo said. “If anyone else touches the branches, they will immediately wither and dissipate.”
Lance: “Ah, so if an ordinary person just touches the tree, couldn’t they destroy it?”
Arlo: “…”
Misha: “…”
Arlo continued to ignore Lance’s words. “In short, we must go to the Elven Holy Land first, borrow the Holy Chalice from them, and then go to the Tree of Life—”
He paused slightly, then corrected himself, “Lord Lance, you need to accompany Misha to the Tree of Life.”
Misha’s eyes went wide, and he subconsciously wanted to refuse the proposal.
In the past, he wouldn’t have cared about such a small matter. But things were different now. He was currently sporting dragon horns and a tail, and he would often catch the Hero casting strange glances at him. And this Hero seemed to like him… No, he absolutely, absolutely could not be alone with the Hero.
Misha said loudly, “Let’s all go together!”
Arlo was stunned and explained, “The ‘Chosen One’ I spoke of refers solely to the Savior Hero.”
Misha: “How does a Divine Envoy not count as chosen?!”
Arlo: “Strictly speaking… Divine Envoys are born that way, so indeed, they don’t count as ‘Chosen’.”
Misha: “…”
Misha paused for a moment but quickly found another excuse.
“I am not a Chosen One either, so I am not suitable to approach the Tree of Life.” Misha nodded with certainty. “I might as well wait outside too.”
Arlo looked troubled. “The branches and dewdrops of the Divine Tree will dissipate if they leave the tree for too long…”
Misha: “…”
Arlo: “…”
Misha: “…”
Misha tugged at Arlo’s sleeve, lowered his voice, and gritted his teeth. “How did you come up with such a troublesome thing!”
Arlo gritted his teeth back. “If I didn’t make up something troublesome, the Hero would pull it out of his bag and show it to you in seconds!”
Misha: “…”
Arlo made a lot of sense.
Besides, it was just plucking a branch. Nothing… nothing should happen, right?
Misha had to nod, agreeing to Arlo’s suggestion.
But Lance had countless questions to ask.
“If you aren’t the Chosen One, you can’t touch the Tree of Life.” Lance frowned. “Then drinking the medicine… doesn’t that count as touching?”
Misha: “…”
Arlo: “…”
Lance: “If drunk into the stomach, will it also turn into glowing light and dissipate?”
Misha: “…”
Arlo: “…”
Lance: “No, wait. It can’t touch anything except specific containers, so if you pour it into other ingredients, won’t it dissipate?”
Misha: “…”
Arlo: “…”
Lance reached a final conclusion.
“I think this plan has risks,” Lance said. “The prescription isn’t rigorous at all; it looks full of problems.”
Arlo wished he could crack open Lance’s head to see what kind of strange things were packed inside.
Arlo frowned and said, “This is the method given by the Goddess…”
Lance: “The elves guarding the Tree of Life—was that also the God’s decision?”
His sudden jump in topic made Arlo pause before slowly nodding and answering honestly, “Yes.”
Lance: “It’s full of security loopholes.”
Arlo: “…”
Misha: “…”
Lance: “So, the formula given by the God… won’t it really go wrong?”
Arlo could only say, “This is the only method we have.”
Lance looked thoughtful.
He stopped refuting Arlo and gave a slight nod, seemingly ready to head to the Elven Holy Land.
Only Arlo knew the detailed potion formula, and Samuel represented the Lord and the Church as a Knight of Sky City. The two of them had to tag along. However, Arlo felt it would be safer for them to stay in Sky City.
Lance agreed with Arlo’s thought.
They waited until the afternoon. Once everything was ready, they traveled via the teleportation circle to the Elven Holy Land located north of the sky.
This place was very close to the Frozen Lands. Scattered snowflakes drifted in the sky, and the sudden drop in temperature made Samuel shiver uncontrollably. Only then did he snap back to reality, saying, “Oh no, I forgot to bring extra clothes.”
After saying this, he almost immediately turned to look at Arlo. The Divine Envoy, who looked the frailest among them, worried him. He asked, “Divine Envoy Arlo, you—”
Arlo: “I’m fine.”
As a member of the Divine Race, Arlo naturally didn’t fear the cold.
Samuel then looked at Misha and Lance.
Misha looked as normal as ever; naturally, he didn’t fear the cold either. As for Lance—
Samuel watched helplessly as Lance pulled an entire heavy coat, inch by inch, out of his small waist pouch.
Samuel was dumbfounded.
Before he could speak, Lance handed the coat to Misha. Misha waved his hand, indicating he didn’t need it, so Lance shoved the clothes into Samuel’s arms.
Samuel: “…”
With complex emotions, he watched as Lance pulled a second fur cloak out of the bag and wrapped it over his own chainmail.
Samuel couldn’t help but look at the cotton coat Lance had given him.
Hmm, the fabric… was a bit rough, but the stitching was dense. One could tell a lot of care went into sewing it. Even Samuel, who was proficient in needlework theory, couldn’t help but praise the maker’s skill. It was just… the style… why did it look so much like—
The kind old grandmothers in the village usually wore.
But snow was falling from the sky, and Samuel was shivering from the cold. He obediently put on the coat and followed meekly behind everyone.
The Elven Holy Land was not far away. Leaving the teleportation circle, they soon saw an elven guard. Samuel stepped forward, explained the reason for their visit, and produced the documents given by the Lord and the Bishop to prove their identity.
However, the elf’s gaze remained fixed on Samuel.
He didn’t ask much, but Samuel felt very nervous. He knew his current attire didn’t look anything like a knight. He had to shivering take off the coat while saying, “The weather is too cold; I forgot to bring suitable clothes.”
He revealed his knight’s uniform. Only then did the elf seem to believe Samuel’s words. He nodded silently and motioned for them to follow.
Samuel asked, “Excuse me… where are we going?”
Elf: “…”
Samuel: “Uh… are you taking us to see your High Priest?”
The elf nodded.
Samuel: “Oh… then please hurry. We… uh, our matter is urgent.”
Elf: “…”
They followed the elf to the camp in the forest. Under silent and slightly curious gazes from all around, they met the Priest of the Elves.
Samuel: “High Priest, I am the Knight Captain of Sky City—”
Priest: “Mm…”
Other Elves: “…”
Samuel: “Uh… well… the thing is, this is the Savior Hero of the Oracle, Lord Lance. These two are his Divine Envoys, Arlo and Misha.”
Priest: “Mm…”
Other Elves: “…”
Samuel started to panic slightly. “We… um… encountered some trouble. Divine Envoy Misha has suffered a curse from the Demon Lord. We are seeking a way to break the curse, and perhaps need to go near the Tree of Life.”
Priest: “Mm…”
Other Elves: “…”
Samuel panicked completely.
He felt he couldn’t explain the situation well at all, so he looked at Arlo pleadingly, hoping Arlo could help.
Arlo had to explain from the beginning.
“Our companion has been cursed by the Demon Lord, and the Goddess sent down an oracle informing us of the cure,” Arlo explained calmly. “One important ingredient in the holy medicine to break the curse is the dewdrop from the Tree of Life.”
Priest: “Mm…”
Other Elves: “…”
Arlo: “…”
No, the elves are too silent!
Misha felt uncomfortable all over. He didn’t know if he should say something, but Lance lowered his head slightly and asked him, “Elves… do they all dislike talking this much?”
Misha: “…”
Misha couldn’t help but think of Zebrun.
But Zebrun was just too lazy to talk. Fundamentally, there was still some difference between him and these strange elves.
Lance sighed again.
“Let me handle it.” He asked Arlo to step back temporarily and said, “If you explain it like that, they probably won’t answer.”
Arlo doubted himself. “Did I not explain clearly enough?”
Lance walked up to the Elf Priest and gave a slight nod as a greeting.
The Elf Priest nodded back, likely returning the gesture.
Then Lance spoke.
“Me. Savior Hero. Chosen One. Going to Tree of Life.” Lance said without hesitation. “You. Open door.”
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