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"Hello, beautiful compatriot. I am the elven poet, Etro. Meeting you is the luckiest thing that has happened to me today."

This was a male elf with a very handsome face. If it weren't for the masculine aura emanating from him, Glenn wouldn't have been able to tell his gender.

When Glenn saw the other party walking towards him with the elegant steps unique to high elves and trying to shake hands, he instinctively felt a little resistant.

However, he knew that it was best to observe the etiquette of the high elves here, as the saying goes, when in Rome, do as the Romans do.

He gave her an impeccable smile and held out his hand, which the other party couldn't wait to hold. The touch was delicate and smooth, which made Glenn feel uncomfortable from the bottom of his heart.

"Fate brought us together. This is destiny's arrangement. My name is Dandy." Glenn imitated the elves' speaking habits and said his pseudonym.

He felt that there was nothing special about this sentence. It was very ordinary and he could have come up with a few sentences in his previous life.

However, he didn't know that although the elves here generally said many greetings, almost every elf had heard them.

This leads to excitement when a new greeting appears.

It's like listening to some ancient poems. You will feel very touched when you hear them for the first time, but the feeling will fade as you listen to them more often.

The same was true of the sentence that Glenn had organized himself. Several high elves who had been eavesdropping in the distance were already reciting it silently, preparing to show off in other places.

"This... this is really pleasing to my ears, Mr. Dandy." Etro had the illusion that he was overwhelmed. The person in front of him was somewhat powerful.

"Since we have met, please tell me the reason why I should stay, so that we can continue the following topic and continue this fate."

Glenn felt that he had found the feeling, and his eyes became more confident.

"Well, my lovely compatriot, I have discovered your grace and beauty. May I have the honor of having you join our group, the Etro Poetry Group?"

Etro stated his purpose.

Glenn lost interest the moment he heard this. These high elves just loved to do these kinds of things. It was ok to cultivate their sentiments, but almost all of them became effeminate, which was not to Glenn's taste.

The guy opposite used the words "elegant" and "beautiful" to describe men, which almost broke Glenn's wits.

Although he had disguised himself and most of his body was covered with clothes, his physique was still much stronger than that of an average high elf. He was far from being elegant and beautiful.

He was about to refuse, but then he heard Etro say, "Our poetry group has the only musical instrument made by the original elves on the continent, the Krila!"

The Original Elf is also one of the Originals. Although he belongs to the good camp, he is still rejected by the world and is said to have been killed by a mysterious organization.

All the props created by the original elves are musical instruments and have the function of cleansing the soul. This is one of the things Glenn wanted to find in the information he found.

"The only one? Aren't the original elves said to have made many musical instruments?" Glenn asked.

In his following words, Glenn did not deliberately follow the high elves' way of speaking.

Etro smiled and said, "That's true. But even if you are smart, you don't know that the other musical instruments of the original elves have been destroyed by a supreme wizard ten thousand years ago. The one we have is because of Afre, the supreme wizard didn't dare to touch it."

"So that's how it is." Glenn nodded, then asked, "How did you get something like this? Shouldn't it be kept strictly safe?"

"These musical instruments of the original elves are actually not that important, because the sounds they make are no longer beautiful now, and their collection value is greater. But for us who have lived a long life, their collection value is actually equal to no value. What do you think, my compatriots?"

Judging from the explanations Etro patiently gave Glenn, not many people knew about these things.

They talked as they walked, and before they knew it they had arrived at a delicate little house that looked like a mushroom.

"Of course, to be able to own that instrument, our poetry group has some background. You will understand when you see it."

Etro said, opening the door of the mushroom hut.

Glenn looked closely and found that it was actually another world. What caught his eye was a space with various huge flowers scattered on the ground or floating in the air.

He still remembered that he was now a high elf, and did not show the surprise he had when he first saw it.

But after opening the door, Etro said, "I am really amazed. My lovely compatriot, you seem to have seen Colelli's cabin?!"

Glenn remained calm and looked over with an ambiguous look.

Etro immediately guessed that there must be something meaningful in the look of such a poet, and he lowered his head to think.

In the end, sweat appeared on his forehead, and he looked like he had encountered a huge problem.

Glenn also looked puzzled. How could the elf be turned into this state by just one look from him?

He asked tentatively: "Should we go in?"

Etro, whose face was almost turning purple, immediately raised his head, his eyes reddened, and suddenly apologized: "I'm sorry, I disappoint you..."

Glenn raised an eyebrow. How could he not know that he was disappointed?

However, Etro cursed himself in his heart. The gap between him and this highly skilled compatriot was so huge that he couldn't even understand the meaning of that look.

The high elves are just psychopaths who love to add drama to themselves.

After condemning himself in his heart, Etro quickly led Glenn into the mushroom hut.

Stepping on the soft petals, they came to a small round wooden table.

The surface of the wooden table is covered with carvings, which are very complicated and ruin the beauty. I don’t know which genius created these carvings.

"This is the base of our poetry group." Etro said, and suddenly disappeared after a few floating flowers passed by.

Through his perception, Glenn had roughly guessed what was going to happen next.

The space here is not big. There are three people hiding in different places, and Etro also uses his strength and some tricks to disappear like magic.

Glenn sat down at the wooden table and waited for the guys to perform next.

"Dancing with the wind, I am the gentle rain, falling from the sky, nourishing nature..."

A voice like singing was heard, and a female elf with long flowing hair and wearing a soft light blue dress appeared in Glenn's sight, holding a huge floating flower that looked like an umbrella.

When it landed on the ground, the singing stopped. The female elf stood on one leg and turned around twice. She performed an elegant courtesy towards Glenn and said:

"Welcome, new compatriot."

Glenn had a blank expression on his face, and he made up his mind that he would get as far away from here as possible after getting the things.

Seeing that the female elf frowned, he had no choice but to stand up, turned his flower hand, and said: "Seeing you, I feel like I saw flowers."

The other person's eyes paused on Glenn's hand and he almost didn't react.