Remembrance of the Goddess of God

Compared with dwarves, elves are much more low-key when they come to town.When they heard the news, the elves headed by the elf queen Lianna and the prophet Mildin had already entered the palace.

Therefore, the royal knights do not need to prepare a second guard of honor, they only need to be on duty as usual.

"Lancelo, you guys, don't hang around in the palace, go for a walk in the city!" That's what Arthur said.

Although he felt that Arthur was entirely because of... the corpse that was brought into the palace by the dwarves.

The boy who was rarely replaced by Brio and Mante was wandering aimlessly in the street, with no purpose, but followed the noisy voices to the market that he rarely visited several times.

The market in Lot City has always been bustling.Even now, when the three alliances exist in name only, there are elf and dwarf merchants here to show off the treasures shipped from the forests of Arijand and the White Rock Mountains.

The jewels made by the elf craftsmen are exquisite, the gems in the dwarf shop are shining like stars, the cloud pattern neon clothes produced in the forest change in color like clouds, and the swords of the blacksmiths who come out of the rocky mountains are shaped like magic... Whenever, Lotte The city is always prosperous to the dream.

But when the morning mist has not cleared, even the most prosperous places always have a little bit of tranquility.

So when he saw the dispute on the still quiet street, Lancelot was really surprised.

The two parties don't look very ordinary, one side is a lover who has blown his beard, and the other side...is an elf.

And... the golden hair and the clothes that are constantly changing colors - this is a desert elf, just like the highland elf, who hardly appears in the human imperial city.

The dwarf was dressed very ordinary, probably an old resident who had stayed in Lotter City for a long time.Look at the clothes... he should be a blacksmith?

—A desert elf with a witty and lively disposition arguing with a dwarf?It's incredible!

Lancelow was rarely aroused by his curiosity, so he quickened his pace and walked towards the two parties in the quarrel.

"...You little girl, what do you know about this sword? What's wrong with this sword? My old man has been fighting swords for decades, don't you know more than me!"

The elf girl tilted her head slightly, pursed her lips, and slowly raised her left hand to hold the dwarf's dagger that was almost pressing down on her throat.

"Too fragile."

A few slender fingers bent easily, accompanied by the cracking sound of iron.

"A weapon with an obvious weakness is a waste, and my teacher thinks so."

The dwarf blushed, wanted to refute but didn't know how to speak.In the end, he could only turn around bitterly and go back to his blacksmith shop.

The girl was stunned for a moment, as if she didn't know how to react at all.

"...Master."

"Humph!"

"Master, if you say you admit defeat, then..."

bump!

The dwarf slammed the door hard, shutting the elf girl out alone.

The elf blinked in bewilderment, raised and lowered his left hand.Finally, he sighed in bewilderment, and turned to leave.

"...Dwarves are stubborn and arrogant. If you hurt his self-esteem so directly, it would be strange for him to tell you..."

Lancelot finally couldn't help but speak.But it was just whispering to herself, and the girl's gaze swept over like a sharp sword.

The desert elf's golden-green eyes were deep and cold, perhaps due to psychological effects, Lancelow shivered violently.

"...Thank you, sir."

The girl raised her left hand slightly, as a gesture of respect and thanks to him.Then he turned around and left without looking back.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Lancelot felt that when the girl raised her hand, the streamer belonging to jewelry was unusually familiar.

But Lancelot's experience is ultimately insufficient.

So after he turned and left, it wasn't surprising that the shop opened to girls again.

The old dwarf poked his head out from behind the slightly open door, narrowing his eyes slyly in a smile.

"There are no outsiders—come in, Murja, friend of the wizard."

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There are many different metal ingots piled up scatteredly in the dwarf's shop, only the shelves for finished products and casting tools are neatly placed.Not to mention the raw materials, even the person who seems to be picking weapons at the side is crooked at a glance.

The elf girl, who didn't really match the shop, walked into the shop slowly with the unique elegance of elves. After seeing the person who picked the weapon early in the morning, she slightly pursed her lips, but softened the lines of her face.

"Long time no see, Arthur."

The person buried in front of the weapon rack let out a pleasant smile, and when he turned his head, it was the face of the prince of Rogers.

"It should be said that I haven't seen you since I left Avalon, little girl Murja?"

"That's right." Murjia nodded slightly, "But I don't have the hobby of remembering the time when we parted."

Arthur was silent for a while, and then smiled very happily.The boy smiled and knocked on the weapon shelf, and pulled out a dagger from it.After a pause, he threw it into Murjia's hands.Murjia raised his hand to catch it, and his next move was to pull the dagger out of its sheath.

The decoration of the dagger is not gorgeous, but the lines are smooth and the blade is sharp. It is a weapon that is still in line with the aesthetics of the elves.

Except for the faint blue light constantly flowing on the blade - that is the trace of poison on the weapon.

The elf's eyes turned around on the dagger, and then looked at the smiling prince again.Arthur waved his hand, his expression still loose. "Since you don't want to talk about the past, let's not talk about the past, just talk about the real thing - this dagger is considered a reward, and Grisha's work is always worth something."

"what's up?"

The answer was really straightforward... Arthur choked when he was facing the cold green eyes of the elf, shaking his head uncomfortably. "I said Murjia, can't you soften your attitude?"

"Arthur, what do you want from me?"

Arthur was obviously choked up, and his expression changed for a while before he stabilized back to the original rather rascal smiling face.The brown-haired boy spread out his hands, as if trying to make a helpless look. "You know it, don't you? I just want to get rid of my mother's gentle care and investigate the truth of Golard's death."

Murja trembled violently.She raised her hand to support the weapon rack behind her, and lowered her head.A few strands of long silver-white hair slipped to the front, and together with the shadows, it blocked all possible traces of expression on the elf's face.

"...Arthur, except for you, the holders of holy relics are not allowed to participate in political affairs."

The human raised his eyebrows slowly, and there was a hint of sarcasm in his sloppy smile. "Are you sure it's a political matter? Or Murjia, you are used to treating everything you don't want to face as a political matter?"

Murjia's face was still buried in the shadows, without any response.

"Besides, it's not necessarily what you think..." Arthur sighed, stretching out his hand to ruffle Murjia's neatly combed hair, "Forget it, let's go back, the queen meets the queen, we servants I have to go back to support the scene."

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The thin mist has dissipated, leaving behind an unusually bright and bright sunshine.The golden-orange sunlight streaming through the windows, inlaid with stained glass and crystal, became a splash of vibrant color on the marble floor and cedar wood round table.

And across the light, in the shadows on both sides of the room where the principals of the three clans were invited to rest before entering the council hall, there were two silent parties facing each other: the elf queen with long black hair and golden green eyes and the white-haired queen. Seers and human queens and skinny bishops with golden curls and night sky blue eyes.

Lianna propped her chin with her hands and looked at the other side with a loose smile.She didn't seem to be in a hurry to ridicule her rival, let alone ask about the cause and effect of the event that was serious enough to summon the three clans.The sun that had become weak through the window fell on her colorfully, making that "beautiful like a devil" face even more coquettish.

She will always be like this!

Elves are like that!

The dirty stuff of an arrogant ego!It seems that there is no other expression other than that proud smiling face, and it is this face that has taken everything from her!

Husband, faith, even son!

Igmail sat at the other end of the round table in the most elegant posture, with a cold expression, but the most blazing resentment was buried in those most beautiful dark blue eyes.

...and a faint smile that even the phantom never left behind.

"Hmm... Miltin, when will old Badwin come?" Lianna suddenly turned around and said to the prophet on the right, "It's also very boring to stare at boring people all the time. ..."

"When he should come, dear queen." Miltin snapped his fingers, and the dark blue robe on his body changed color immediately. "You know, the actions of the dwarves can make everyone know the solemnity and slowness of understanding."

"But it's even more boring to sit with humans who have forgotten even the most basic etiquette for entertaining guests. After all, they are old friends for hundreds of years. Why don't you understand me?"

Lianna leaned back lazily, leaning on the chair decorated with feathers and silk from the far east.The uncombed black hair hangs down straight, like a soft silk satin glowing with gorgeous purple light.The elf queen slowly deepened her smile at Igmel, happily admiring the sudden change of expression of the human queen.

Igmel took a deep breath, and adjusted his expression back to a smile with the effort he felt.

"That's right, I was rude, but since as an elder..."

boom!

"I'm sorry, mother, I really..."

Igmail's hand hidden in the sleeve suddenly turned blue and white.

Arthur's attire was still so simple that he didn't look like a member of the royal family. It could only be found that the short hair should have been tidied up by the master.The boy staggered into the room, and raised his eyebrows when he saw the two parties facing each other at the table.

"The king of Red Rock Mountain and the other representatives of the dwarves have arrived... the meeting hall of Sita. I tried my best to persuade them, but the dwarves obviously..." Arthur showed a just right wry smile, "I don't want to be at a height suitable for human action. Move around more.”

Neither Lianna nor Igmel responded to Arthur, and only the boy's voice echoed weakly and harmlessly in the air.

"Even if you insist on anything, the queen mother, besides the four of you, the representatives of elves and humans have already gathered in West Tower. In addition, I have already transported Golard's body to West Tower. I think you should move to West Tower now. , so that we can probably start the discussion before four o'clock."

There was a moment of silence, and then Lianna burst out laughing.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhdhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" huh?"

The boy's brown eyes were filled with helplessness, "Queen Lianna, are you coming later than this time?"

This time the elf was already the last to arrive.

"Of course I'm joking." Lianna's smile deepened a bit, and she stood up neatly from her seat.He moved bluntly to the door, "It's okay to make people wait, but it's too rude to make such an important thing wait."

Miltin also stood up, waited for a while, and then took a step.

While pushing the door open, Lianna stopped in her tracks.

Looking sideways at the rare boy who stood upright, the evil smile on the Elf Queen's face was strikingly similar to Arthur's usual smile.

"Sneakily cut off the back collar? Although the back collar of the human noble that can be used as a hood is extremely troublesome when moving, but this kind of behavior...don't make people worry."

"..."

Arthur looked at his mother and the elf queen, and for a moment didn't know how to speak.

Lianna's smile was gentle and kind, like a mother who was worried about her child.The Queen of the Elf caressed Arthur's hair, and then...

Leave everything behind.