The First Law God Black History Handbook

Entfeil saluted him heartily, his blue eyes seemed to be filled with a sea, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Your Excellency Thrander! Mother is waiting for your arrival in the hall."

"Thank you." Thurander returned the salute to him, gently stroking his heart with his slender fingers, expressing his gratitude to the other party, "I understand Her Majesty's intentions very well, thank you, Your Highness."

Entfell smiled, his smile was not as bright and dazzling as Legston's, but it was like a lighthouse under the moonlight, with quiet hope and beauty, like a dream.

"It's really nice to meet you." He expressed his joy again, then looked away and jumped off the carriage.

The elves who know him can feel his joy, especially the fast beating heart in his chest, which makes the plants that have not been eroded in the entire forest echo.

Elves are good at listening to the sounds of nature, so his teammates gave him congratulatory eyes and smiles.

He responded with a smile.

This is the happiest day in his 260 years.

The elves cleaned up the nearby dark creatures as quickly as possible, and then escorted the carriage towards the direction of the elf hall.

During this time, Entfell gave Glendower a detoxifying herb to apply.

It was Esso who took over the medicine, and Pique did not dare to face such a terrible wound.He even didn't understand the actions of Lord Fashen——Your Excellency the Swordsman suffered such a serious injury, why didn't Lord Fashen take action just now?

When the carriage stopped at the gate of the Elven Hall, Legston had the opportunity to stand face to face with the legendary Elf Prince.

Almost instantly, the two realized each other's threat at the same time——

That magical and mysterious feeling that belongs only to rivals in love, they seem to recognize the threat of each other just by meeting each other, and reveal strong hostility and mutual hatred.

In fact, the so-called hostility was just Legston's personal feeling.

His Royal Highness the Elf Prince is a gentleman and gentle elf. Even though he was aware of the young man's threat, he still greeted him with a smile.

In the eyes of the elf prince, his Lord Thurander deserves everyone's love, and he will not feel offended or unhappy by it.On the contrary, he is proud of it.

Thurander didn't care about Legston's inexplicable temper. He walked slowly into the hall and met his old friend whom he hadn't seen for many years, Her Majesty Queen Esther.

"Hello, Queen Isley." Thrander greeted her.

Isley is a breathtakingly beautiful elf. She has beautiful eyes like lakes, gorgeous long hair like gold, and skin as fair as goat milk. Ignored aggressiveness.

She has a different beauty from Thurander.

Thrander is more divine, while Islie is more aggressive and aggressive.

Little Pique, Esso, and even Your Excellency the Swordsman were all shocked by such a beautiful queen. Even Legston, who was constantly refreshed by His Excellency's peerless appearance, was taken aback for a moment.

Fortunately, he didn't have any feelings for the queen.

He fell in love with Fashen Your Excellency at first sight, not because of his alluring looks.

Yisili looked at the group of people under the throne, and she motioned for Entfeel to leave first.

Entfeil hesitated a little, he didn't want to disobey his mother, if Thrande wasn't here...

"Don't worry, he will stay for a long time." Like an explanation, but also like a promise, the elf queen said to her child.

Entfeel withdrew with his team.

Yisili stepped down from the high throne, stopped in front of Thrander, first gave him a soothing salute, and then turned to the several people behind Thrander with her examining eyes.

Finally her eyes fell on Legston.

"I have to say, Thurander, your eyes have set back."

The Elf Queen's voice is as aggressive as her appearance, with an inviolable and irrefutable meaning.She judged the young saint warrior sentence by sentence, "The purpose of your coming is him, for him you rejected my son, His Royal Highness, the best prince in my elf kingdom."

She looked at Thrander again, "Enterfell is very sad."

Thrander didn't reply directly to the Elf Queen, he just took a step back, away from the Elf Queen's eyes, "Eslie, do you want to use your magic on me?"

Yisili didn't care about Fashen's retreat at all, she suddenly laughed, her cold and stern expression changed rapidly, from an aggressive temperament to a playful, vivid, girl-like agility.

The same face, completely different temperament.This surprised everyone present, except Thrander.

"Haha, I scared you! Thrander!" She laughed loudly, "Why do you always have such a serious face, we haven't seen each other for more than 200 years, and you don't look happy when you see me, I can only scare you like this."

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, surprised and puzzled by the change in the elf queen's temperament and language.

Thrander laughed, "Eslie, you are still the same, you haven't changed at all."

"That is, time is like a gift from the gods to us elves. It will make us more mature, stable, and wise, instead of being more and more ugly, hypocritical, and insidious like humans."

Thrander smiled, but didn't answer.He turned sideways, "I hope you can help me arrange these friends."

Isley was a little surprised, "Friends? You call them friends, oh, my friend, you are already a god, do you know that? Gods don't have friends."

Thrander looked at her, "But I'm not a god after all."

Yisili shook her head, "Okay." She waved her hand to call the guards, "Our distinguished guests are invited to stay in the main hall, um, remember, it is arranged in the palace on the floor of the distinguished guests."

Thrander thanked her heartily, "Thank you, Esri."

"I don't think there is a need to be so polite between us." Yisili stepped forward and leaned in front of Thrander, "If it wasn't for your refusal, you would have been His Royal Highness Thrander of our elven kingdom long ago, you know, haha .”

Yisili smiled, seeing Thrander's helpless and gentle smile, she felt a little sighed in her heart.

Her poor Entfeel, she is infatuated with such a person, and she doesn't know whether it is right or wrong.

Although she also had feelings similar to love towards this person, she knew it was not.

After having her husband, she knows what kind of feeling is love and what kind of feeling is called liking, and her poor son... obviously fell in love with this Lord Fashen.

Without her husband, Yisili dared not ask her son to forget or let go of this relationship. She knew how painful it was, so she wanted to fulfill her son—if Thrander was willing.

Legston could bear it no longer.

He knew that he was not worthy to stand here and talk to the Elf Queen, but his self-esteem, arrogance, and love for Thrander did not allow him to retreat or escape now.

"Your Majesty, hello." He saluted the Elf Queen, "I am Legston Arthur Aruman of the Ktrondor Empire, a free saint. I am sorry to disturb you and Your Majesty the Fashen but I have to reveal another identity of mine at this time." He paused and looked directly at the beautiful Elf Queen, "I am one of the suitors of His Excellency Fashen."

The Elf Queen raised her eyebrows in surprise.

Her eyes turned to Legston, and then fell on Thrander, "What a brave young man." She smiled softly, "Enterfell is 390 years old this year, Thrander What about you? I remember that you are also more than 300 years old...well, yes, 310 is nine years old."

She turned to Legston. "How old are you?"

Legston was somewhat dissatisfied, but he did not show it, "As an ordinary human being, I am only 26 years old. But Your Majesty, age is not the criterion for all judgments, especially when it comes to love."

Yisi Li laughed, she wanted to sarcastically ignorant young man, but suddenly, she seemed to see something in the young man's eyes that surprised her——

"Leggston." Thrander suddenly called out to the young man.

Legston came back to himself.He realized something was wrong.

"You forget that I have already rejected you." Thrander didn't particularly blame the saint for his recklessness, but just spoke calmly.

Esri did not speak to Legston again.She ordered the guards to send these people away, and she herself took Thrander to his residence.

No one cares about Saint Seiya's frustration and sadness.Your Excellency the Swordsman could only pat him on the shoulder as a sign of comfort.

Love, there will always be many tribulations.This is the summary of Lord Swordsman.

Yisili once prepared a gorgeous palace for His Excellency Fashen, and it has never been abandoned all these years.

After all, she also has a son who is infatuated with each other.

On the way, Yisili pointed out those flowers and fruits to Thrander, "Look, after you left, the elves cultivated all the plants you left behind. Their vitality is so tenacious, no matter whether the darkness strikes or not." , They are always growing tenaciously." Isley sighed a little, "Today's giant tree forest has become evil and ugly, and its fruits are no longer the most beloved food of the elves, but poison. We can only rely on these for a while. Plants to eat."

Thrander had already guessed the predicament the elves were facing on the way back, but when he faced it head-on, his heart was still shaken uncontrollably.

"If possible, I definitely don't want to drag down the elves." After a long time, Thrander spoke slowly.

Yisili turned her head and kept a relaxed smile as much as possible, "It's not a drag. What happened back then was not your fault, otherwise I wouldn't be on your side."

The two fell silent.

When they reached the deepest royal palace, Yisili suddenly asked Thrander, "What are you going to do this time?"

Thrander was not surprised by Yisili's question. He was silent for a while, looked up at the moonlight slanting down from the dome, and said slowly, as if he had promised, "If this war cannot be avoided, then I will choose the light."

"It's good if you can think so!" Yisili completely put aside her queen's burden and shrugged, "You know, I always feel that you have paid too much for Cecil Dill, and you haven't let him know -"

"It's not like he doesn't know." Thrander interrupted Yisli, "It's just that he chose a different path after all."

"This is really sad news."

"..." Thrander was suddenly speechless.

Early in the morning of the second day, the elf servant came to invite Thrander to the restaurant for a meal. Isli prepared a lot of hearty fruits and vegetables for him, and of course the most famous wine of the elves.

Karl and his party were also invited, and they enjoyed the meal together.

As for Entfell... He took the elf team to eliminate the dark creatures around him before dawn, so unfortunately, he missed the opportunity to have breakfast with Thrander.

Legston expressed his delight.

Although he was ridiculed for being stingy by his swordsman friends.

After breakfast, the Elf Queen never mentioned what Thrander was asking for, but arranged for them to rest for a while. In the afternoon, she would invite all the elders to discuss the invasion of darkness.

Thrander understood what she meant, so he didn't force her too much.

Thrander decided to go back to his room to rest and not allow anyone to follow him.

After everyone was out of sight, he walked towards the elf garden that belonged exclusively to the queen.

For Master Fashen, everything in the world has its specific laws.Just like the immortality of elves and the aging of human beings, the forest of giant trees should have the most powerful vitality.

He never thought that this huge forest would become what it is now.

He saw that the elves passing by still showed him friendly and warm smiles, but the sad eyebrows made them lose their former freedom and happiness.

Obviously, the current elves are left with nothing but sadness and despair.

Thrander stopped in front of a blooming snow orchid flower. The white petals resembled the incomparably holy souls of the elves, tender and tough.

"I'm sorry." Thurander said softly when he sensed the footsteps behind him.

"You don't need to feel sorry." The prince walked to the side of Fashen, looked down at the perfect profile face, his eyes were extremely gentle, "Elves admire light and yearn for light, and darkness itself is two opposites. Whether you stand or not In the middle, we'll all be against each other."

Thrander withdrew his fingers caressing the flower, making the weak petals tremble.

"You are wrong, Your Highness." Thrander just said this without explaining in detail.

He couldn't tell those shady plans, he could only express his deep apologies to these kind elves.

What he owed them may not be able to repay in this life.

The elf prince sensed the sadness of Fashen, but he didn't know where the sadness came from.

If only he had the powerful magic like her mother, he would resist all harm and wipe away all sorrows for His Excellency.

He opened his mouth, trying to persuade His Excellency Fashen, but...

"Your Excellency Fashen."

The young holy warrior walked quickly, fearing that he would miss something, he began to call out to His Excellency Fashen from a distance.

The author has something to say: Entfil: ... Is this person a radar?

Legston: I'm glad I got there in time! (*￣︶￣)

Thanks to the little angel Fu Ruibai for mine, I love you and love you~ heartfelt~