Trembling surrounded by elves [Western Fantasy]

After a few days of rest, the injuries of several people were almost healed.

Boyi recovered the fastest, and the wound was almost scabbed the day after he pulled out the stinger. Instead, Persimmon was injured the most, and several people had to stay in the village outside the Holy City to recuperate.

But after just a few days of living there, Persimmon realized the "paradise"-like place the goblins talked about.

On the way from the wilderness to the siege, the fairies excitedly told Persimmon that he must go to the Flower Clan. The elves there are elegant and noble, love peace, and are the most loyal believers of the God of Light.

"The river in Brundle is filled with crystal, the gaps between the stone bricks are filled with gold coins, and even the fruits on the trees are plated with gold!"

"There is the most magnificent and magnificent glass temple in the world! Hameros will bless every citizen of the Flower Clan!"

The rich and beautiful holy city of Brundle is the best place a goblin could go. After all, as long as a lowly elf has a pretty face, she can enter the Flower Clan and be protected.

"Blessed by the God of Light, Sir Anjone is really a kind and kind man!" Speaking of the leader of the Flower Clan, the spider fairy Weaver Girl shed tears excitedly.

Before entering the siege, Persimmon thought they were talking about the "Steel Forest" in the human world. After arriving here. She found that the goblins who had never seen the world were indeed exaggerating...but one thing they were right about was that this was the safest and most peaceful place that Persimmon had ever arrived.

Before coming to the Flower Clan, Persimmon never thought that she could sit down and enjoy a warm meal calmly in the spirit world. Although it was only vegetarian food, the elves made it very delicious.

The house they live in is made of curved birch wood folded and inlaid with each other, and is formed by leaning against the natural rock cliff. The house is very hidden, but if you look closely you can see the colored glass windows that reflect the sunlight. There was a warm and soft bed in the room with a transparent lace bed curtain, and brightly colored and exquisitely crafted enamel tableware on the table. Persimmon imagined that the scene of the Flower Tribe people drinking water must be like the fairies in the painting.

Just at the foot of the Holy City, it is already as beautiful as a fairyland.

There are no ugly elves in the flower tribe, they are beautiful and tasteful. Their bodies are tall and slender, their skin is a slightly transparent cold white, and they have a faint aroma of grass. Under the moonlight, their bodies even emit a faint white light.

The flower tribe is a symbol of beauty and admirers of beauty. They hate everything that is not beautiful.

It is not difficult to understand Carol's previous attitude towards the dirty Persimmon and the Flower Clan's attitude towards the hungry ghosts, not to mention the misunderstanding caused by the Flower Clan's habit of "judging people by their appearance" - Persimmon has already heard that after waking up, The "touching love story between the leopard master and the little slave" has been mentioned no less than thirty times, and this was only told by the elves who chatted with her openly.

Now they know that Persimmon is not a slave, but that doesn't mean they will give up on this conversation about sex.

"He's been looking at you." Simi, who was talking passionately while pulling Persimmon, suddenly interrupted.

Persimmon followed her gaze and saw Bo Yi in the distance jerking his head to the other side as if he was feeling guilty. The force was so strong that one suspected he would break his neck.

Persimmon lowered her head and coughed unnaturally. She didn't know if Bo Yi had heard that ridiculous story. She couldn't spare the time to explain it to him.

Thanks to the blessing of the bird tribe, Persimmon has become a "celebrity" among the flower tribe and the bird tribe. She had a headache thinking about how to get rid of this topic, just like a few days ago when she was so anxious and kept explaining that she and Bo Yi were just good friends, as well as Sylvain, and Duolun had just met! sky! These bird elves, you never know what they can say with their mouths.

"You got it wrong..." Persimmon hesitated.

"I can understand." Simi interrupted Persimmon self-righteously, and once again admired Persimmon from head to toe.

She was wearing a fiery red fog rita, a traditional dress unique to the flower tribe. The slim shoulders and waist were designed to set off Persimmon's graceful figure. The wide, trumpet-shaped cuffs and skirt were floor-length. Due to the special material it is made of, it is as light as smoke and as thin as mist, and its long sleeves and skirt float behind you when you walk, adding a touch of mystery to the Hua people.

Not many flower elves like this coquettish red color, but it makes persimmons look beautiful. She has a pure and innocent face, but at the same time she has a pair of cold and mysterious black eyes, like an unreachable pool, which makes people want to find out. People always want to get close to this girl... to see what she will bring to them.

Boyi felt that his eyes were out of control, and he couldn't help but look at the persimmons. After entering the Flower Clan, she seemed to be reborn.

It's no wonder that in the past she was either running for her life or on the road to escape, but now the comfortable bed and safe environment provided by the Flower Clan allowed her to relax, and the spring water of the Flower Clan washed away the embarrassment and tiredness of her life. Tired state. Boyi felt that she seemed to have become more beautiful.

Seeing Bo Yi looking at him again, with no intention of avoiding his eyes, Persimmon had no choice but to avoid that burning gaze. Boyi is always interested in her clothes. Persimmon wanted to change back into her own clothes, but seeing the attitude of these people, she decided to give up... Besides, the clothes were too dazzling in the beautiful flower tribe, and she didn't want to attract attention.

"When I first saw you, I really couldn't imagine you were so beautiful." Simi sighed sincerely.

"This is all because of your help..."

"Look at the way he looks at you, even if you are just friends now..." Simi is still worried about Bo Yi's eyes.

"And Lumina. Thank you for everything you have done for her." Persimmon said.

At the mention of the name "Lumina", Simi visibly stiffened.

Lumina is the name of a hungry ghost.

After Persimmon entered the Flower Clan, she followed him and was beaten to a bloody head by the Flower Clan's guards and refused to leave. Until Persimmon rushed over and whispered a few words to it, something strange happened - she was actually willing to let the elves of the flower tribe wash and dress her up. During the process, they were surprised to find that the hungry ghost was no longer a skeleton, her body had grown flesh and blood again, and her terrifying eyes had become bright and lively again... She could even walk upright!

After washing up, Lumina has red hair and lake blue eyes, and she becomes a real beauty.

"Yes, she is incredibly beautiful." Simi lowered her head. She had bullied Hungry Ghost before, but now that she saw her face that was far more beautiful than her own, she couldn't help but feel ashamed of herself back then.

Today's hungry ghosts can bully themselves arbitrarily. Because of her beauty, she has an invisible sanctioning power in the Flower Clan.

"I have done bad things to her before. Say sorry to her for me." Simi looked guilty.

Persimmon smiled, knowing that she wasn't really sorry, so she didn't answer.

News of the recovery of several people reached the two clan chiefs, and they sent people to invite them into the city.

They rode on ostrich mounts decorated with silver armor and bird saddles - these ostriches were originally the mounts of the Flower Clan cavalry. Boyi walked at the front, followed by Sylvan and Shizi, and several others followed the team entering the city. Yinhu, who had transformed into a little tiger, was nestling in Persimmon's arms, snoring loudly.

The team moved all the way along the canyon, and the terrain became wider and wider as they went. Turning around the foot of a mountain, Persimmon saw two giant peacock statues standing shoulder to shoulder with the mountain in front of him from a distance. One stood on the left and the other on the right, which was very spectacular. From the top of the mountain in the middle, a waterfall of wisteria flowers rushes down.

When they got closer, the two peacock statues came to life, and their earth-colored coats faded into bright royal blue. They slowly shook their bodies, unfolded their huge skirts, and slowly stretched their necks, using their beaks to lift a magical barrier of wisteria flowers.

"Welcome to Brundle, Lord Hert." Yaman, who came to welcome them into the city, looked at Persimmon's stunned look and smiled.

Persimmon and Sylvain stared blankly at the beautiful, tall and majestic peacocks. They moved slowly like machines, but glanced at everyone with gentle eyes.

"What big peacocks, are they real?" Sylvain exclaimed.

"They are the ancestors of the bird clan," Yaman said with a smile. "When distinguished guests arrive, the clan leader will open the gate to greet them."

Everyone understood, and the distinguished guest was naturally Helt from the Leopard Clan.

After a few seconds of darkness, the Holy City of the Flower Clan appeared before everyone's eyes.

Persimmon couldn't help but narrowed his eyes.

Large expanses of tender green, dotted with patches of light yellow, pinkish purple, and bright blue, the persimmon was almost blinded by the bright colors. These trees, flowers and plants are as fresh and tender as if they had just grown. The air is moist and cool, mixed with the lingering fragrance of flowers and the sweetness of fruits. There is a small river flowing in the distance, and there is a gray-white stone bridge on the river. Roses and vines are wrapped around the bridge body and bridge pillars. Everything is like a scene in a fairy tale.

The ostriches walked on a light purple flower path and walked towards the temple.

The Flower People need to eat just like humans. They farm, make wine, and harvest grain and vegetables, but most of the land is used for growing fruits and flowers. So now Persimmon saw large tracts of fruit trees and flower fields. Elves on daily duty look after these fields.

"Persimmon, look at the sky!" Sylvain shouted excitedly.

Persimmon looked up, and in the sky directly above, a huge pink bud-shaped cloud slowly bloomed into a lotus. Behind that, there are buds made of tender green, goose yellow, and lavender clouds...

Whenever they walked under a cloud, it was as if something was triggered, and the colorful clouds bloomed into flowers and then dispersed with the wind.

"Is this a cloud?" asked Persimmon.

Yaman nodded.

"How can the clouds have such beautiful colors!" She couldn't believe it.

"Dyeed." Yaman winked playfully, "We started preparing a few months ago."

"What are you preparing for?" Persimmon was puzzled.