Chapter 1506: He Is My Grandson

"I would like to borrow the 【Betis Secret Scroll】, may I?"

To Faluo, this sentence from Xierdalanna, which seemed gentle and lacked the slightest bit of intimidation, sounded like a soul-reaping demonic curse in his ears, instantly dispelling his tipsy state and causing cold sweat to trickle down the back of his head bit by bit.

Damn it! What on earth had he said!

Before he could even feel annoyed, Faluo had already noticed dozens of hopeful, yearning, and almost greedy gazes converging upon him, including even that of Prince Saier, who had been sent by Yilisier Mianwang—with whom he had recently grown closer—to observe.

The news that the 【Betis Secret Scroll】 was in his hands was no secret to Yilisier Mianwang; in fact, if not for the cooperation of Yilisier Mianwang, how could he have organized that operation!

This gathering of the Elf Court was partly to celebrate the end of the underground war, but more importantly, it was to reward the organization's members for their contributions during the underground war, as well as their performance in pushing the Limitation of Magic Proposal in the Northland Alliance!

The Main God had, of course, promised many benefits, but had uniquely made no mention of relaxing the borrowing restrictions on the 【Betis Secret Scroll】.

If it were an ordinary secret scroll, even if the Main God did not speak, Faluo would have the Permission Level to handle it himself, but for many ancient relics including the 【Betis Secret Scroll】, the Main God had long ago issued a warning that they were not to be lent out.

Even for on-site reading within the Tower of Governance under heavy supervision, many conditions were set; if even one was not met, it could not be approved.

Now that he had made such a grand promise, and in the name of the Main God at that, Faluo felt terrified and uneasy in his heart.

If he were merely an ordinary high-level Mage, or even just one of these members within the organization, he would not be so afraid of the Main God, nor would the Main God do anything to him.

But in reality, he had already become a subordinate of the Main God; although doing well brought richer rewards, doing wrong naturally meant he would be punished.

Just as Faluo was feeling at a loss, he suddenly felt a wave of intense pain arise from every part of his body, surging into his heart in an instant; under such an impact, his consciousness began to grow chaotic.

Yet, in the midst of this chaos, he clearly perceived that nearly half of his Holy Power had vanished, and at the same time, the remaining half of his Holy Power transmitted the Main God's will, which was clearly tinged with anger.

Perceiving that sliver of will, Faluo immediately breathed a sigh of relief; although the Main God was dissatisfied with him acting on his own and had meted out a severe punishment, the Main God had still left some leeway and even agreed to his previous promise.

Recovering from the intense pain throughout his body, Faluo looked at Xierdalanna again, and there was no longer the previous contempt in his eyes; regardless, this grudge was now settled.

Forcing a smile, Faluo threw the empty wine glass in his hand—which had spilled its contents during the recent Divine Punishment—onto the ground; the moment it touched the ground, it vanished, as if swallowed by the earth.

The next moment, a seedling radiating vibrant life broke through the soil and grew taller and taller, and in the process of the seedling's growth, a hint of golden light gradually appeared on the two top petals, growing stronger along with the seedling.

By the time the seedling reached Faluo's waist, that sliver of golden light had transformed into a Golden Page, upon which silver secret scripts constantly swam, attracting the gazes of all the Elves present.

Although the 【Betis Secret Scroll】 was never lent out and there were many conditions for on-site reading, every Elf present had an extraordinary status, and many of them had read the 【Betis Secret Scroll】.

Even those who had not read the secret scroll had some understanding of its form, and seeing the scroll appear now, they could not help but have their breathing quicken a little.

Faluo scanned the room and, amidst the eager gazes of the crowd of Elves, plucked that Golden Page and handed it directly to Xierdalanna beside him, instructing her with profound meaning:

"The Main God has only agreed to lend out one page of the secret scroll for now. Since you were the one who asked first, you may borrow it for the first time, but be careful—this is the original Betis Secret Scroll, and there is only this one copy; do not lose the Main God's collection!"

This is giving it to me?

Xierdalanna only felt that this reality was somewhat dreamlike; she did not know how many times she had asked Faluo before, but every time she had been flatly refused, and she had not expected it to be so easy this time.

But looking at the eager gazes of the other Elves, she felt that this secret scroll did not seem so easy to hold onto, not to mention that Faluo's subsequent words were almost implying that other Elves could "obtain" it from her!

Although the probability of such a situation actually happening was not high, Xierdalanna was truly disgusted; it would have been better if this matter had not been mentioned, but once mentioned, there was no guarantee that some Elf would not be tempted.

Although she was reluctant in her heart, she could only refuse; she truly did not have absolute certainty that she could bring the secret scroll back safely, and she was even less willing to bear the consequences of the secret scroll being lost, so she said:

"Lord Faluo, I suddenly remembered that I have a piece of research to do recently and have no time to study the Betis Secret Scroll for now; let this page be yielded to another Mage!"

Xierdalanna's words gave the other Elves a glimmer of hope, but how could Faluo let Xierdalanna off the hook so easily!

"Xierdalanna, you wanted to borrow the secret scroll, the Main God lent it, and now you say you don't want it—are you toying with the Main God?"

If it were just joking about the Main God in private, it would not be considered a taboo for a high-level Mage, but in front of so many Elves, how could Xierdalanna admit that she was toying with the Main God.

"Lord Faluo, you have misunderstood; it is not that I do not want this page of the secret scroll, but that I wish to transfer the opportunity to read it to another Mage. This is permitted by the Main God, so how can it be called toying with him!"

As she spoke, she took the Golden Page from Faluo's hand, then held the page and said to the surrounding Mages: "Those who want the Betis Secret Scroll can contact me privately, limited to before the end of the banquet."

Although transferring it in public might lead to being pressured on the price, it was still better than bearing the risk of losing the secret scroll alone.

Regardless, Faluo's despicable act of inciting other Mages to force her to transfer the secret scroll had already been deeply engraved in Xierdalanna's heart.

"It seems that the cooperation with that Lord Xia Duo need not be limited to spice smuggling!"

With this thought, a series of plans immediately sprouted in Xierdalanna's mind; without even waiting for the gathering to end, after transferring the secret scroll to Prince Saier, she found an excuse to leave the Elf Court early.

Nether Territory, Eastern Forest, southern section.

This was not the first time Xierdalanna had passed through here, but this time she keenly sensed that the nearby forest seemed a bit different from before.

Just as she was preparing to pause and investigate, a Detection Field suddenly descended, and at the same time, a human voice speaking broken Elvish reached her ears—

"Elf, this is not a place you should come to, leave immediately!"

Hearing this, Xierdalanna could not help but laugh; since when had the forest become a forbidden area for Elves?

However, thinking of that Lord Xia Duo, she patiently asked: "What is your relationship with Lord Xia Duo? Let him speak to me!"

The other side was silent, then came the reply—"He is my grandson."