The sunlight shines through the tall tree canopy, forming bright beams between the crisscrossing branches and leaves, and then mottled spots are sprinkled on the paths in the forest covered with fallen leaves. Unknown little beasts suddenly emerge from the bushes, causing a series of shattered sounds.

A short male gray elf who was as short as a child, with short gray hair crawled out of the nearby bushes. He wore a brown short shirt that the residents of the mossy forest area often wore, a pocket sewn with thick cloth on his shoulders, and a tool for collecting herbs hung around his waist. The sunshine from the forest fell in his gray eyes, shining with a light glow.

With a slight rustling sound, several other gray elves also walked out from the nearby bushes or in the trails. They gathered in one place and began to check the harvest of today's day.

A gray elf companion came to the man with short hair and said inadvertently: "Rupert, I'm going to move to the city tomorrow."

The short-haired gray elf opened his eyes wide in surprise: "Why?"

"Have you heard that? The patriarch is calling on young, strong and eager to live in a new life to gather in the big cities," explains the partner. "We and the Cecil Empire have a lot of orders for alchemy raw materials. Scholars have built many large medicinal fields and distillation and ripening plants around the city. The work in the city is much more decent than picking fruits and honey in the forest."

"...I heard about it, but I don't plan to go. I have lived in the woods for most of my life, and I'm not used to the chaotic atmosphere in the city."

"I knew you would say that," another companion walked over from the side and patted the short-haired gray elf's shoulders. "We will miss you-will see you when we are free."

"You want to..."

"We all plan to try our luck - the patriarch has always been smart, and we decided to follow her call, what if everyone can live a better life?"

The friends left one by one, and in the end, the gray elf with short hair stood at the intersection by the dense forest. He stood in a daze for a while, and then arrived at the side of the path. The clever gray elf climbed up a huge rock. In this high place, he looked into the distance with a slight hesitation.

Outside the dense forest, in the open clearings on the edge of the forest, a beautiful city stands quietly next to the "Windine River", which is the royal city "Wind Song" that the gray elves are proud of.

The hardworking gray elves have been rooted in this moss wood forest for thousands of years, and this ancient city has also been rooted here with the gray elves for thousands of years. The changes carried out by the wisdom Baizhi family in the past two centuries have made the city shine with new brilliance. The gray elves, who were originally accustomed to being in the moss wood forest, suddenly realized their talents in the business field. The prosperous herbs and alchemy rough processing business suddenly made Feng Ge the most important business node in the northern part of the Agule Tribe.

More and more gray elves have changed the habits passed down from generation to generation, walked from the forest to the city, and traveled throughout the western continent through trade routes. They have changed the view of many alien races on the short and fragile race of the gray elves, and have also brought unimaginable wealth to the moss forest. Today, Fengge is more prosperous than at any time in history. The newly built city is home to merchants and representatives from all races. Ms. Wenna Baizhi, the patriarch of the gray elves, is in the center of the city. Just like her wise father, she leads this land to become richer and stronger every day.

However, not all gray elves have given up on tradition. In the vast land of moss forests, which are covered with dozens of dense forests, there are still many gray elves who are sticking to the habit of being hidden and accompanying nature. When more and more roads and towns occupy important nodes in the dense forest and open up a trade route to the human world in the jungle, these gray elves who stick to tradition have gradually become alternatives in the general trend of civilization like hermits in modern society, and continue to maintain their previous life... It also seems increasingly out of place.

"Maybe...it's time to get out of the forest..."

...

A tall Red Valley messenger came along the road on the banks of the Wentini River and entered the city before noon.

The familiar city scenery relaxed the messenger's mood. He wore a blouse with the Baizhi family mark and led his horse through the bustling streets in Fengge's south. The vendors from all walks of life were surrounded by hawking voices in various dialects, and there were also a variety of shops and colorful flags waving in the wind surrounded the bustling streets.

Short gray elves can be seen everywhere, and tall orcs, Red Valley people, humans, and even dwarves and goblins are mixed among pedestrians. In this street market, which is mainly used for small and medium-sized medicinal materials trading, merchants from all over the world are asking about the price, planning tomorrow, intrigue under the rules, and fiddling with every copper plate in their pockets generously and stingy.

The messenger passed through the most prosperous section of the market, and a team of soldiers were walking past the intersection at the end of the market. The shiny armor and mechanical crossbows that could not be underestimated made these short soldiers look majestic.

A carriage that entered the city in the morning was stopped by several merchants and asked. The emblem of Cecil was hung on the carriage. A human businessman with a serious accent stood in front of the carriage, bragging to people with a blushing face and bragging about his experiences on the long trade road. The handymen carrying goods were busy behind the carriage, and some people said a vulgar joke in the fast and incomprehensible Eastern dialect, which made others laugh.

A gray elf merchant was selling scattered fabrics at the end of the market, which were "woven fabrics" native to Pifeng. The Cecils used magic trains to transport them all the way here - although the bulk transactions were controlled by the upstream merchants, the scattered goods could still be circulated into the hands of small merchants.

Several short and sturdy dwarves gathered in front of the stall selling fabrics. They reached out and twisted the simple and cheap fabric. One of the dwarves frowned, but his companions were moved by the low price and began to bargain with the vendors.

The messenger passed the lively street that was almost noisy and walked towards the leader's long house. He passed the square in front of the long house and saw something being built on the largest square in Fengge City. A group of workers composed of humans and gray elves were busy there. A huge crystal device had been erected. The metal base under the crystal device was shining brightly in the sun. Rune substrates waiting to be assembled can be seen on the grounds everywhere in the square.

There were curious children making noises on the outer edge of the square, and there were also many citizens watching. A few tall orc mercenaries were maintaining order with the guards of the square itself. The strong warriors covered with hair, as if tigers or some kind of cat animals were combined with humans, carrying scary axes, but could only smile helplessly at the overly enthusiastic citizens.

The chief's long house stood on the other side of the square, with the tall towers and balcony hanging from the flag of the Ogure Tribe. The messenger walked through the square and looked at the crystal device not far away, which seemed to be almost completed.

A low but slightly soft voice came from the side: "The magical obelisk brought by the Cecils - it is said that when this thing is erected, most of the Fengge City can use bright magic crystal street lights. In the future, there is no need to worry about the old streets in the west of the city burning because the lampstand is overturned."

The messenger looked in the voice and saw a female orc warrior talking to him. The other party had cat-like eyes, ears, hair and even tail, but had obvious feminine characteristics in his face and body - this incongruous and rough appearance is a beautiful manifestation among the orcs.

"Ms. Morelina, I brought the letter from the east," the messenger smiled, "transnational letter."

The female orc probably smiled, her sharp teeth flashed, and she raised her hand and pointed to the direction of the leader's long house: "The ancestors protect you, Mr. Todd, the patriarch is inside, she has been waiting for these letters for a long time."

The messenger said thanks, and passed the soldiers on the edge of the square, crossed the ramp between the longhouse and the square, and came to the front of the longhouse door, where servants had already been waiting here and led him into the longhouse.

After walking through the long corridor and coming to the lord's reception room on the second floor, he came to the gray elf leader Wenna Baizhi. The sun was shining into the room through a row of neatly arranged diamond-shaped windows on the wall, casting bright and dark patches on the various furnishings in the room. The wooden desks, cabinets, backrest chairs and storage racks all looked smaller than the furniture commonly used by humans. The short female gray elf, who was as short as a child, sat on the high-back chair that was still very wide to her, and smiled at the messenger: "Todd, I've been waiting for you for a long time - I thought you would have taken the train carrying alchemy potion yesterday."

"Sorry, I wasted a little time when I was going through the customs clearance procedures in Shilin City. The Cecils are adjusting their workflow of the Government Affairs Department. The clerks there are not yet skilled-" The messenger lowered his head, and then took out a large bag of thick things from his carry-on and handed them to the Gray Elf Clan leader. "This is the letter you are waiting for."

"I didn't really blame you - it was much faster than a few years ago when the letters were sent from the human world to the moss forest," Wenna smiled, took the bag and weighed it in her hand for a moment, and her brow couldn't help but jump, "Oh... that child still wrote so much..."

The messenger couldn't help but smile: "The eldest lady is good at expressing her mood in words."

"You happened to come from there and tell me - is that child Meli living in Cecil?" Wenna blinked, not rushing to open the thick stack of letters, "Has she adapted to life in the human world?"

"As far as I saw, she lived there as well as Fengge," said the messenger nodded. "It is better to say that she has adapted to life in the human world, the Cecils have indeed treated aliens equally - Cecils are more friendly than I thought, and many people from different races and countries visited that city, even the Tifeng people who were theoretically nervous with Cecil. All races gathered there, just like the scenery in Fengges market, where everyone lived well and would not be troubled by race and habits.

"Of course, the law there treats everyone equally - even the elves and even dragon descendants who are regarded as guests and ally by the Cecils will be arrested in prison for breaking the law. In some ways, we can rest assured that the lady is safe - she has always been a well-educated child who respects the law and rules."

This messenger analyzed these things so calmly and in an orderly manner, and obviously his identity here is not just as simple as the "messenger".

"Dragonborn?" Wenna raised her eyebrows, "We did receive news that the Cecil Empire and the Holy Dragon Principality established diplomatic relations... but I didn't expect that the closed dragonborns would walk out of the mountains so quickly. I thought that at least next year, real dragonborn visitors would appear in the Cecilian cities."

"We once tried to knock on the gate between the mountains of the Holy Dragon Principality, but we never succeeded because of the long journey and different customs. Now it seems that the merchants in Cecil are indeed better than us in the 'knocking' skills," Todd said. "For my observation, the dragons are not all closed and conservative. At least the dragons living in Cecil City look no different from ordinary people - and they get along very happily with the Cecil people. Let me think about it... There is also a very interesting way to say hello to them and their friends with Cecil..."

The "messenger" recalled a little, reached out and gestured: "Oh, that's it. He raised his hand and pretended to be holding a wine glass, and then [Bayi Chinese website] shouted: 'Friend! Frost resistance potion! Every time!', finally making a drink of it..."

"This..." Wenna Baizhi looked at the scene that the messenger Todd showed in a daze, and after a long time, she shook her head in confusion. "The customs of dragon descendants are really incomprehensible... It is worthy of being a race that can survive in such a cold place."

Then she raised her head: "But these details are not important. The key is that now we have the opportunity to do business with those dragon descendants - maybe I need to discuss this with Schwark, and you can inform him and let him come in the evening."

"Yes, leader."

The messenger Todd left the room, and Wenna Baizhi then placed her eyes on the pack of thick letters. After staring at them for a while, the gray elf leader finally reached out and sighed long: "Oh... After all, it was born by himself... Just wait until the magic network signal of the Cecil Empire is connected..."

The first letter was pulled out and opened, and the beautiful fonts came into Wenna's eyes:

"Mother, I have been living in Cecil for a while. This is indeed an incredible city..."

...

"What an incredible adventure in life..."

Gao Wen put down the thick ancient book in his hand, couldn't help but rub his eyes with his hands, and said softly to himself.

In the past few days, he has basically had time to study this ancient book, and now he has finally finished reading the records of Modir Wilder's adventure career.

He gained a lot of knowledge lost in history, and the map hanging in the study also included many marks worth paying attention to in all sizes.

After reading for several days, the thing he wanted to say the most was that sigh.

Modir Wilder... can indeed be called the greatest adventurer in the world, and I'm afraid there is no such thing.

The news to the North has been sent out long ago. Victoria Wilder has already known about the loss of the lost treasures of the family. In addition to expressing surprises and gratitude, she also said that she would take the book away when she came to the imperial capital to report her duties in the winter. Before that, the book would be kept on Gao Wen's desk for a while.

This book must be returned to the Wilder family - Gao Wen did not intend to take it for himself. After all, the most important content in the book is the knowledge it carries, and this knowledge can be made into a copy. The precious original lies in its owner's longing for an old friend, and it should return it to the original owner.

But before Victoria came to the imperial capital and before returning the book, Gao Wen felt that it was necessary to find someone to confirm the details of the content mentioned in the book.

After eased the fatigue caused by long-term reading behind the desk, Gao Wen raised his hand and glanced at the Misilian Ring on his finger.
Chapter completed!