I wore it after killing the God of Light

Notel is in the southwest of Nolante, but the elves' territory is more to the northeast, closer to the subcontinent Fuland.

According to Mote, after leaving the elves' territory, not far away is the sea.

There is a country called Luji near the sea, which is mainly engaged in trade. There are not many believers in the God of Light. The domestic forces have always been in a mixed state, which should be due to its proximity to the Dark Continent.

The Dark Continent, Frante is usually called like this.

After getting the water of life, Li Mingguang wanted to temporarily live in seclusion on the roadbed for a while.

It's better to hide in a chaotic place. After half a year, he can recover his strength enough to leave the plane.

As for Mote or something, it is better to avoid it in the future, and it is better to get rid of it earlier.

The place where the elves live is called Ziri, and the pronunciation means life in the elf language. To put it bluntly, it means the forest of life.

Li Mingguang didn't know how many forests of life he had seen, and he didn't want to complain about this group of named useless elves.

Elvish language is very complicated, casually using some hymns of life, the meaning of grace bestowed by God and the like is more pleasant than the straightforward and simple life.

Standing at the entrance of the forest, there is a thick fog in front of my eyes. The function of the protective circle is mainly to confuse and mislead, basically no different from the elf territory I have been to before.

Li Mingguang finally couldn't help complaining to Mo Te: "...Tell me, is the elf territory of all planes called Ziri, and all Ziri are protected by mazes."

Mote was stunned for a moment, and his explanation was weak: "Actually, there is also Zrewin..."

Zrewen is the variant and plural of Zire, and it is still called the Forest of Life in translation.

"You don't need to talk about it." Li Mingguang held his forehead, "Just to make sure, the elves here can speak the common language of the mainland, right?"

Some elves are so isolated that they cannot communicate with humans, so naturally they cannot learn human languages.

In addition, Li Mingguang's understanding of Elvish language is limited to writing, so it is still difficult to speak this long and garrulous language.

When pretending to be an elf in the past, in order to avoid revealing his secrets, he coldly maintained the principle of never opening his mouth if he could nod and shake his head.

"They will." Mote gave an affirmative answer.

While they were chatting, the defensive magic circle had been disarmed, the thick fog in the forest slowly dispersed, and a group of elves slowly emerged.

Beginning with the headed female, the group of elves knelt on one knee in front of Mete, with their hands crossed on their chests, welcoming his coming with the most solemn etiquette.

"Praise my God," they said in Elvish.

But when it comes to Li Mingguang, his attitude is not so respectful.

Elves are a very arrogant race. Although they love beauty and pursue elegance, most of them don't think highly of humans. They are pure blood and racist, with a clear status within the clan.

Otherwise, half-elves who are mixed with humans will not be discriminated against, and they will not even be eligible to enter the forest of life.

Even if he was brought here by Mote himself, in the eyes of those elves, he is probably no different from a little bitch who bewitched the gods.

Thinking of this, Li Mingguang immediately held his head high.

He found it amusing to expose himself generously to those implicitly resentful eyes.

Although he is very good looking, but in terms of personality, the elf is not even as easy to deal with as the dragon.

At that time, he really endured for a long time in order to steal the water of life.

It's really not too happy to see these elves envious, jealous, and respectful.

Li Mingguang was so vicious that he was so righteous that he kept leaning close to Mete on purpose, so he almost didn't stick himself on the elf.

I just like the way you can't understand me and can't kill me.

Mote felt flattered subtly, and then quickly realized the reason.

It's okay to be unhappy, but he still praised a good job in his heart.

Li Mingguang's plastic was bright and aboveboard, and Mo Te took the opportunity to put his arms around his waist, and led him towards the depths of the forest of life.

As the party that actually benefits, He doesn't mind cooperating with the mage's impromptu performance.

What's the use of feeling?Just get people.

Unfortunately, Li Mingguang also thought so.

It's enough to piss off those elves, why bother so much.

Everyone has their own thoughts, and the tragedy is only the small group of elf guards who came to greet them.

Mote didn't really want to be separated from Li Mingguang, but he wanted to go to the Temple of Life to make sure his plan was okay.

Li Mingguang couldn't have any contact with the whole plan, otherwise, according to his sensitivity, he might run away without the water of life.

Just like prey, if you run away in fright, it will be very difficult to catch it next time.

"I'm going to the Temple of Life to deal with things first, do you want to go with me?" Mote pretended to invite.

Li Mingguang refused without thinking, "I'm not interested in your elves' affairs, just wait for you outside."

Mote doesn't pester him, and he can still find time to think about how to complete the improved sheep transformation technique.

"I can't let you stand outside, can I?" Mo Te said softly, and directly made a decision, "Well, then I will let them take you to the palace first, and you can wait for me in the palace."

He used Elvish language to instruct the guards to entertain the guests well, with a serious tone and no disobedience, but turned his head to Li Mingguang with infinite gentleness, "I will come over right away."

Li Mingguang didn't care how long it took for him to come here. He wished that the elf would have more business, the better. It would be best to keep Mote busy for three or four days and earn him some extra money.

Of course, he didn't say it directly, but asked Mo Te to do a good job, and asked the other party to be more careful and careful when dealing with things, and not to be so perfunctory.

The reason is also very good, "Anyway, you will definitely not come to this small plane for the second time, so just show kindness and don't be so stingy."

"Aren't the elves of the small plane also your subjects, isn't it good to favor one over another?"

When he said this, he drew another wave of hatred from the elves.

Metna, the talkative mage, had no choice but to pretend to be coaxed and nodded.

Li Mingguang smiled and waved goodbye to him, and then looked at the elves who gradually surrounded him, obviously not good at the elves.

Confirming that Mete has gone away, the boy blew his whistle.

He deliberately prolonged his voice: "Then what, don't just stick around, please show me a way—"

The elves who were instructed communicated with each other with their eyes, and after a while, they slowly got up and led the way, and their attitude was not very good.

They surround Li Mingguang in the middle, which seems to be a kind of protection, but in fact, they often poke in the direction of the seemingly unintentional gun barrels and bows, and they are cautious in every move.

Li Mingguang touched his nose, feeling more and more that the elves were stingy.

—Mote had just parted from him.

The palace built by the elves is simple and beautiful, and the whole building is entwined with those evergreen vines, and the scale is far larger than that of ordinary palaces.

Li Mingguang followed the guards into the hall, only to realize that the hostility of the elf guards was just an appetizer.

The Elf King with emeralds on his forehead and a gold-woven crown on his head was waiting for him, showing some displeasure.

And similar to him, the blond elf boy didn't hide his anger, and had been staring at him since he entered the palace.

There was envy in his eyes, but more of them were jealousy and unwillingness.

Judging by his appearance and attire, he should be the heir of the Elf King.

"You don't look very good either." The little prince raised his chin and challenged him directly, "Or, what method did you use to seduce my God?"

Li Mingguang raised his eyebrows, realizing that he, a little bitch, was going to be the one to the end.

But that's okay, he likes it.

No matter how lawful a mage is, when he encounters a deliberate provocation, he will instantly jump to the chaotic camp.

What's more, when it comes to embarrassing others, Li Mingguang has been chaotic and evil all the year round.

He looked at the little prince and shrugged at him.

"—You may not believe it, but He hooked me up first."

The author has something to say: Elf: This man has bewitched the gods!

Mote:?If only he would seduce me

The next chapter is Black History hehehe.

Then the self-strategy was too hasty, and I couldn't refute it.

What game... Of course it is FF14, super casual.jpg