Chapter 375: Elder Council Situation

A wave of magical fluctuation.

The female elf, ambushed, fell into unconsciousness, dropping softly from mid-air and crashing into the grass, sending clumps of turf flying.

Rod watched this inexplicable internal strife with cold eyes.

"What does that mean?"

Bernhard landed slowly.

Raising his palm lightly, the force field of the Mage Hand appeared out of thin air, snatching Ashley up like a chicken.

Fortunately, they were not high up, and the elf's frame was quite sturdy; aside from looking a bit disheveled, Ashley was not injured.

"This is Ashley, daughter of the Third Elder of the Elder Council. If I am to leave Emerald Court, the situation in the Windwall Forest must not leak out, so this woman cannot be spared. My apologies for the rudeness before Mr. the Forester."

Rod couldn't help but chuckle twice.

"Your Emerald Court isn't an iron bucket either; in the end, as those half-deer people say, you are plunged into chaos. Why should I help you?"

"Whether I help or not is purely an exchange of benefits. Please take a look, my lord Forester."

Having said that.

Bernhard tossed over a magical satchel, which Rod caught in one hand.

Opening it to look.

A brilliant golden light illuminated his face, making it glow with new radiance.

Not only that.

Inside were vast quantities of Emerald Court grain seeds; elves, like druids, are skilled at nurturing plants, and the seeds they researched yield not only massive amounts but also require no specific weather, standing firm against blizzards and sandstorms layer upon layer, making them extremely difficult to buy outside.

Even in the Magic Control Union, for some reason, certain high-yield grain varieties are explicitly banned from sale in the market district.

Rod's heart was stirred.

He raised an eyebrow: "You elves are truly interesting."

"Mr. Forester need not give me an answer immediately; it is fine to wait until Miss Kalist completes the ritual. I believe the situation in Emerald Court from her mouth is more credible than mine."

Bernhard said.

Rod naturally had no objection, staring at him as he sat down on the spot to continue acting as a charging battery.

This overly effeminate male elf indeed became honest, half-closing his eyes and standing still.

The girls in the forest felt the movement, or perhaps Watching Yuna notified them to come to their aid.

Those who rushed over afterwards were:

The zombie Selena and her temporary subordinate, the Mind Flayer Hart.

Ona of the Tu Ren Fa, hiding in the forest to nurture the soul of the mushroom person Scarlett.

Miss Xiao Ke, the half-deer person, peeking from the edge of the woods.

Bernhard's eye twitched.

A seventh-rank zombie, a sixth-rank half-deer person, an eighth-rank Tu Ren Fa mage, and an eighth-rank octopus-headed monster?

This cold and calm elf broke out in a cold sweat on his back.

Where do you intend to attack?

That question certainly could not be asked; these ambitious fellows usually detest others commenting on their troop-building behavior.

After waiting quietly for nearly two hours.

The spiritual energy overflowing from the Windwall Forest reached its peak, with spiritual fire like solid matter treating the entire forest as a torch, burning fiercely.

Then the light of the ritual suddenly appeared.

It sucked the scattered spiritual energy back into the forest in an instant like a vacuum cleaner, locking and fixing it.

As the light gradually descended, all these fluctuations returned to calm.

When Rod looked at the forest again, he could now clearly see that the quality, state, and spiritual energy of every tree had risen a tier.

At the same time, Kalist, just like Rod, precisely controlled every wisp of mana and calmly entered the seventh rank.

She turned her head back, looking at Rod with a hint of pride.

"Truly excellent."

Rod clapped his hands with a smile.

Then, standing side by side with the elf Young Lady who had walked over, he looked at the silent Bernhard.

"Congratulations, Kalist, on successfully stepping into the seventh rank."

And this male elf calmly congratulated her.

His tone was familiar, obviously he and Kalist knew each other before.

"You know each other? Don't tell me you're fiancés again?"

Rod laughed.

Kalist glared at him fiercely: "Elves in Emerald Court are few to begin with; is it surprising that we know each other?"

Tally, standing nearby, rolled her eyes and feigned dissatisfaction, coquettishly saying: "Master is jealous of that stinky elf? No jealousy allowed, no jealousy allowed~~"

She tugged Rod's hand, swinging it back and forth, then suddenly hugged him, pressing her chest tightly against him.

Bernhard looked at Rod, then looked at Kalist.

Suddenly, he had a sudden realization and volunteered to explain:

"Kalist and I were once students at the same school; there is no other relationship. My apologies for my rudeness."

"No need to explain; I have no other relationship with him either!" Kalist said coldly.

As she spoke, she shot another glance at Rod.

However, in Bernhard's eyes, that glance was no different from an affectionate coquettish pout.

"Truly worthy of Mr. Rod; Kalist was a famous talented woman at school, possessing magical knowledge that even surpassed her teachers at the time. Being with you is truly a match made in heaven."

"Hahaha—"

Rod couldn't hold back his laughter.

It wasn't that he was pleased by what Bernhard had said.

It was simply because elves sucking up was rare enough that it looked utterly ridiculous.

Lady Kali stared at the laughing Rod, her face sour, but a flush of pink crept up her ears.

She quickly suppressed it.

She looked coldly at the fellow elf from her homeland: "Is it necessary? Do the elves of the Emerald Court need to flatter to this extent?"

"Yes."

Bernhard said flatly.

"The Elder Council has changed, and even more so after Elder Elder Manla's death. They've grown more irritable and tyrannical, madly afraid of betrayal and losing control. Do you know how many elves were exiled last month? Or for what reasons? Heh heh—I don't have the courage to say something so shameful in front of an outsider."

"What happened?"

"The blood belonging to Mystra, mingled with sacred sparks—the elite elves the Elder Council dispatched to contest in the Inferno. They were all wiped out."

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Lady Kali took victory and defeat in stride, but a total wipeout was a bit too extreme.

After all, this was the highest level of combat on the continent; how could anyone sent there possibly be trash?

Moreover, as a long-lived race, elves had experience on their side and plenty of life-preserving tricks. Even at worst, a total wipeout was hard to achieve.

Bernhard shook his head: "Perhaps the high-ranking ones still fighting in the Inferno know what happened, but at least we don't."

Rod, seeing their conversation had turned serious, didn't interrupt.

He turned to the succubus clinging to his arm and rubbing against him, asking: "Who is Elder Elder Manla again? Why does the name sound so familiar?"

"Master forgot? It's that elf elder who was drained dry by a succubus. When we were grafting the labyrinth earlier, we even ran into his illegitimate daughter."

"Illegitimate daughter? Oh—that half-elf inspector from the Demon-Control Union."

That half-elf wasn't exactly ugly, but she looked rather old for her age; Rod had no real impression of her anymore.

Lady Kali and the fellow elf from her homeland discussed the Elder Council's changes and recent situation, looking very nostalgic and worried.

Then she secretly sent Rod a 【Far Whisper Chain】.

【Lady Kali: This one is a close-combat mage who cultivates both spiritual and magical power, his combat strength exceeds an ordinary seventh-tier. Enslave him.】

(End of this chapter)