Huh? Are they all real?

"So, let's go home!"

The goddess extended her hand to the king in front of her.

The king in front of her had been away from his hometown for too long.

Looking at the hand extended by the goddess, Moen looked back at the girls behind him before shaking it and said:

"Anxia, ​​and you, look who this is?"

While speaking, Moen also held the hand extended by the goddess and silently made way for the view that he was blocking.

No longer placed on her palm, but really held together, with ten fingers intertwined.

Listening to Moen's words, the girls carefully looked up at the goddess in front of them.

This was their first meeting.

But when the girls really saw each other clearly.

Many of them showed a look of surprise.

Especially Anxia, ​​who was in front of the girls.

After carefully looking at the goddess for a long time, she said in disbelief:

"You, are you her?!"

For Anxia, ​​this represented the girls' inquiry.

The kind goddess also held her king's hand and walked up to her.

While squatting down slightly, she did not let go of Morn's hand.

She was reluctant to give up this warmth, or she missed this warmth.

Even if it was only a little bit.

The goddess squatted in front of Anxia and stretched out her other hand to her.

After pushing aside the hair that she had specially combed on this side, the goddess gently placed her palm on her ear that had been cut off:

"Long time no see, Anxia."

When the goddess chuckled and retracted her hand, her ear also returned to its original state.

The burning touch on the ear did not make Anxia feel much emotion.

She just looked at the goddess in great surprise and said:

"Is it really you?!"

That girl, the girl who had the same experience as them, the girl who told them to come to Meereen.

It was the goddess in front of them!

They were abandoned by their parents, denied by humans, and ignored by the gods.

However, the elves did not ignore them.

Deep underground in Meereen, the kind holy tree supported a small home for them, which was the only paradise that belonged to them.

And in the distance, the equally benevolent goddess pointed the way for them, which was the only beacon that belonged to them.

Looking at the extremely surprised An Xia and the girls behind her.

The benevolent goddess let go of the king's hand for the first time.

She hugged the girl in front of her and the tribesmen who finally returned home.

"Please let me say one more thing to you, welcome home!"

After saying this, the goddess let go of An Xia, who was already excited and at a loss, and stood up, bowed slightly to them and said:

"And let me offer my thanks to you!"

While the girls were at a loss, the goddess looked at her king with tender eyes.

"Because you are the first tribesman to find and entertain the king."

And

The goddess gently pulled Moen's hand in infinite tenderness.

Then a little haze appeared in the infinite tenderness for the first time.

The blood of the holy tree polluted her king.

But this little haze also went away quickly.

The goddess immediately covered it up and asked Moon:

"How are you preparing for your next promotion? What do you need me to do for you?"

Everyone is here, but why is she the first one? !

And why is it still her? !

Moen seemed to have noticed something, and he carefully organized his words and said:

"I do need you to help me a lot, such as the most important ritual."

Moen's sequence eight ritual is actually very simple, or it is bound to the potion.

That is to find an elf and get the other party's blood.

Simple.

The goddess raised her mouth slightly after hearing this:

"Please tell me more details. Although it's not urgent, please let me prepare early."

"The materials are very common. At least I don't think it's a problem for you. The only thing missing is the ritual."

The long ears that can best reflect the emotions of the elves are also applicable to the goddess.

Moen clearly saw the goddess' ears shaking slightly.

"That's your song, Roselorian."

The ritual of Morn's sequence seven requires drinking the potion while the elves are singing.

It's not difficult, but it's not easy.

The difficulty lies in the fact that elves rarely appear in the world, and the simplicity is that if you want to challenge the simplest difficulty, you can even use a phonograph instead.

As one of the most famous artistic races, elves do have many things with their songs.

Among them, there are even some extremely famous elves.

For example, the most popular one is the "Song of the Brave" presented to the celebration by the great elf Cuiluther Wind Chaser after helping the legendary warrior Arudi Guiwengru slay the dragon.

Moen is not that warrior, and Arudi has no relationship with Morn. But the great elf Cuiluther Morn knows.

She is the great-granddaughter of one of the twelve golden flower lords.

She is also the one with the highest status and strength among the elves who married dwarves.

It is said that the warrior Arudi was sad for his whole life because of this incident.

To be honest, Morn also understood him. They were all partners in the adventure, and the other party even wrote a song for him at the end of the battle.

But why did the most beautiful elf girl in the team fall in love with the dwarf brother who was full of dirty jokes?

This should be a fatal blow to a man, especially a very outstanding man.

Moen didn't know the details, but the bards in the tavern said that it was because Arudi was too chivalrous, so in front of the elves who were much older than him, he didn't behave like a man pursuing him, but a cute little guy pretending to be a little adult.

So Arudi has always been regarded as a younger brother by the big elves.

But King Turin said that it was that idiot who was as dumb as a demon pig.

Luckily, Moen's mouth was not as dumb as a demon pig.

For example, now the elves' singing is clearly needed, but what Moen said is-your singing!

A small sentence conversion is enough for some idiots to learn for a lifetime.

The effect is also remarkable.

The goddess' ears are no longer shaking, and they are now extremely red.

The goddess herself also shifted her gaze unnaturally.

"Is that so? I'm honored, but, just let me prepare, I, I, this is a bit too intense for me."

"I haven't sung for many years. Also, please allow me to go back and think about it. Please give me more time."

Looking at the goddess like this, Moen smiled lightly, stretched out his hand to lift her hair, and put it on her obviously hot cheek and said:

"Just as you said."

"Time may not wait for you, but I think I can!"

This sentence made the goddess' eyes show infinite light.