The Elven Survival Handbook.

Servants lead the way.

The elf paid attention to his surroundings as he walked.

After coming out of the hall, the servants took them through several corridors and down a flight of stairs, around gardens and several buildings, and finally came to a tower.

At first, they could still see guards and patrolling soldiers wherever they walked, and there were even people checking on them on the way, but when they got here, there were no people around.

The tower was pitch black, with no lighting around it, only the bright moonlight dimly illuminating it.

"His Majesty is waiting for you on top of this tower."

A king came to a place like this to secretly meet with two foreign nobles who had a grudge against him. No matter how he thought about it, he looked like he was planning to assassinate them secretly.

The servant leading the way was originally worried that they would find something wrong and refuse to come. He had already thought of excuses, but the two people didn't ask a word, which made him panic.

Of course, the elves and the demon kings would not ask any more questions. In fact, they already knew that King Posenaka was not here. He did not leave the banquet hall at all, but just entered a lounge and hid. They could see this clearly.

So when the servants spoke, they just looked at him coldly. The devil's black eyes, which had been specially changed in color on the Vera continent, looked even more strange in such a dark night. Even the elves' green eyes were also faint, like Two will-o’-the-wisps in the dark night.

The servant felt a chill in his heart as he watched. He swallowed hard, stepped forward and knocked on the wooden door of the tower in slight panic.

With a click, the wooden door opened from the inside, and an old man stood inside holding an oil lamp, looking at them intently.

The servant didn't speak to him either. He turned around and invited the Demon King and the Elf to come in: "Your Majesty is above, you just need to follow him."

The servant left these words without looking back, as if there was a monster chasing behind him in a hurry.

Ignoring the servant who fled, the Demon King and the Elf looked at the old man in front of them in silence.

This is a really old man, with a head full of white hair like withered grass in winter, dull, thin and haggard, with black age spots on his wrinkled face, and a stooped back that looks like he is carrying a small child. Mountain wrapped around his body, his fingers holding the lantern were bent like claws, and the firelight swayed on his body like a ghost in the darkness.

The old man holding the lamp gestured at them a few times, and walked in regardless of whether they could understand it or not.

The devil and the elf followed.

The door behind him closed automatically, and the sound of locking could still be heard faintly.

The elf glanced back, losing the illumination of the light in front, and it was dark behind him, and he could only vaguely see the outline of the wooden door.

There was no one at the door.

Holding his hand, the elf turned around and met the devil's eyes.

Don't be nervous, I'm here.

Upon receiving this information, the elf smiled brightly enough to illuminate the darkness, and firmly held the devil's hand back.

The old man leading the way did not look back. He seemed to be a deaf-mute and was completely unaware of the movement behind him.

The stopped steps moved again, and the elf and the devil followed hand in hand.

They thought the old man would take them all the way up to the top of the tower, but they didn't expect that there were not only upward stairs but also downward stairs in the tower.

The spiral staircase is very narrow and can only accommodate one person going down alone. The devil is in front and the elf is behind, and their hands have never been separated.

I don’t remember how long they walked, but the elf was almost dizzy from the winding stairs. Suddenly, a long corridor appeared in front of him. Two lighting stars were inlaid at regular intervals on the walls on both sides of the corridor. of magic stone.

Different from the monsters' cheap but practical lighting stones that can be recharged, the lighting stones on Vera Road are called magic stones. They are made of magic crystals. The higher the level, the larger the magic crystal lighting. The better the effect, but after the energy inside is used up, the magic crystal is scrapped, so only rich people can use such magic stones. Looking at these in the corridor, each one probably costs at least [-] gold coins.

The corridor was illuminated by the magic stone as if it were daytime. The oil lamp in the old man's hand was useless, but he did not extinguish the oil lamp and still carried it forward.

The long corridor is carved with gold and silver, and is magnificently decorated. Even the smooth and bright floor has beautiful and exquisite patterns. It is like an underground palace, no worse than the palace on the ground.

The old man stopped in front of an open door and motioned for them to enter.

They did not enter rashly, but stopped at the door and looked at everything inside.

This is an extremely majestic hall. Tall stone pillars stand in the hall, holding up the vaulted roof. The shiny floor has the same pattern as in the corridor. The walls and ceiling are full of gorgeous colors mainly made of gold. Patterns, lifelike statues and exquisitely detailed reliefs are perfectly integrated, telling magical stories.

On the wall far away from the door, there is a person sitting on a throne.

Above, a huge figure wearing a crown, holding a scepter in hand, and wearing gorgeous robes stood there. The figure's face was sacred and inviolable, but its slightly lowered eyes were full of loving light.

The figure looks like a great and majestic king, but the pair of wings folded on both sides of his back tell the world that this is not a human being. The sun scepter in his hand reveals his identity.

This is really the god believed in by the Sun God Cult.

And here is a temple located underground.

In front of the statue, a figure wearing a white robe was kneeling in front of the statue, seemingly concentrating on praying.

He should be the person they want to see.

But for the time being, the Demon King and the Elf had no time to care about this person. Their gazes stayed on the face of the statue, and their expressions invariably became weird.

"You are finally here."

As if noticing that they had not entered, the man who was praying stood up and turned to face them.

With an old and majestic face, this was a person they had just met.

The Pope of the Sun Cult.

He looked at the devil and the elves lovingly and smiled at them: "Come in, my children."

"I think you should get to know me."

I know you, I just met you.

The two non-human beings walked into the temple and slowly walked in front of the Pope. Behind them, the old man followed.

When the Pope saw them coming in, the smile on his face deepened: "You must be wondering why I invite you here in the name of the king."

Following his intention, the elf nodded, he was indeed curious.

“In fact,” the pope continued, “this is God’s will.”

He turned around, bent towards the statue of the gods, and then turned back to face them: "God told me that the destined man has appeared, and he will bring us a bright future. The brilliance of the sun god will illuminate this world." Every corner of the continent.”

When he said this, the Pope's eyes flashed with fanaticism, which made the kind smile on his lips become a little weird.

"God's will?"

"Yes."

The Pope nodded and explained to them seriously.

"God said that the disaster thousands of years ago has not ended. The earth has been destroyed and the world is heading for destruction. If it is not stopped, all of us will fall into the arms of death."

"But we still have a chance."

"The world will bring the son of destiny, and he will save the world. All disasters and destruction will eventually leave us. Only the brilliance of the sun can last forever."

Elf: "So, do you think the destined child is us?"

"It's not you, it's you." The Pope looked at the pointed ears of the elf: "God told me that the child of destiny will have a perfect appearance and powerful natural power, and he will be an elf."

The sun god's words coincided with Galariel's request, and he was indeed summoned to save the world.

The elves who heard this would all believe it - if he had just come to this world, was not with the Demon King, did not know the existence of the divine envoy, and did not see the statue of this god.

Therefore, the current elf does not believe a word he says, but he still cooperates with a look of shock: "There are many elves in this world, why do you think it's me?"

"God knows everything, my child." The Pope looked at him kindly: "He saw your figure in the long river of time and conveyed your image to me, so I knew that you were the child of destiny. ."

"This sounds incredible." The elf's expression wavered, as if he wanted to believe him, but couldn't believe it.

At this moment, the statue behind the Pope suddenly shined brightly. In the golden light, something broke away from the statue. The translucent body became smaller and smaller in the air and finally turned into a figure about the same size as them. .

He was floating in front of them, and his face was exactly the same as the statue behind him, making it easy for people to guess his identity.

[What he said was not wrong. 】

【Welcome to our world. 】

[The savior from another world, an elf protected and loved by nature. 】

[We have the same purpose and are working hard to save the world. 】

【So, please join us. 】

The elf's eyes widened.

Wow~ This appearance is really cool.

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