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Four elves appeared in different styles, and Glenn had a hard time dealing with them.

One of the elves is said to be a descendant of a good friend of the first Elf King, and is also the background of this group.

It would have been fine if they just responded to their appearance, but afterwards they kept talking about some extremely boring topics to Glenn, such as the poems that the high elves considered to be noble.

Glenn simply cannot appreciate those self-indulgent and low-level lyrics.

I can't bear it...for the props...he kept telling himself this in his mind.

Finally, when the time came, Glenn asked curiously, "Can I see the magical instrument Krila that you mentioned?"

Etro was excited by Glenn's good performance, so he agreed without hesitation:

"Of course, we had been planning to show you some of the wonders of Krira."

Then he pointed in a direction, and the floating flowers around it automatically moved away, revealing a strange object hanging on the wall.

That thing was unlike any musical instrument Glenn had ever seen. It was trapezoidal in shape, with silk threads woven in an unknown pattern in the middle.

Then Etro said:

"We usually use it to calm our minds. If its tone could be more beautiful, it would be even better."

Glenn walked over and took a closer look, trying to figure out for himself how this thing worked.

But it is obvious that this magical creation is not as simple as an ordinary musical instrument.

"How do I use Krila?" Glenn asked, turning around.

"As friends, of course we will show it to you." Etro gestured to the only female elf standing nearby.

The elf girl had a strange name, Wind of Sorrow. It was said that she felt this name was more poetic, so she abandoned her original name.

This behavior was supported by friends, and if you look around the city, you can find several similar strange names.

The Wind of Sorrow walked to Glenn's side with confident and graceful steps, chanting a spell that sounded like singing, and the Krilla hanging on the wall floated away from its original position.

The female elf raised her upper hand, as if tapping on an invisible keyboard in the air. With every movement of her fingers, a soothing melody filled the air.

Krila's voice is very special. Glenn doesn't know if there were any musical instruments in his previous life that could produce similar sounds, but he thinks it sounds very nice.

It would be inappropriate to judge the performer based solely on his repertoire.

Many of the high elves' songs are extremely complex. They may sound okay at first, but as time goes on, they will give people the illusion that they are off topic.

Listening to the music, Glenn remembered the purpose of his visit, and then he secretly calculated the usefulness of this prop to himself.

After several close comparisons, he sadly discovered that this thing had very little impact on his high level and could be ignored.

Wasting so much energy and time in vain... Glenn couldn't help but sigh helplessly, and he could only feel better if he thought of it as a trip for fun.

When the female elf finished playing the lengthy piece of music, Glenn smiled and praised her a few words, in return for which Sad Wind raised its head with dignity and pride.

"I actually know a few songs, could you let me try?"

Glenn suggested to Etro.

Several elves' eyes lit up, and they were eager to know the level of this new member.

"Of course. Do you want to practice first? This instrument is very easy to use. The spell is..."

Glenn wrote down the spell and said he could give it a try.

He had almost memorized the operation of the Wind of Sorrow, and with his memory and delicate control of his fingers, which far exceeded the reaction ability of ordinary people, playing a simple song was not a problem at all.

After pretending to be familiar with the instrument for a while, Glenn began to play the instrument formally, imitating the elf girl's behavior.

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Serakya is the Wind Walker of the Kingdom of Saishi, one of the apparent high-ranking forces guarding this kingdom of high elves.

But today, she was in a very bad mood.

The respected sage Afre of the Kingdom of Saixi has disappeared for a long time, and the heart inside the royal palace that monitors the fate of the kingdom always beats irregularly, which means that something big is about to happen.

Afrey should have given advice to the Elf King at this time and eliminated everyone's worries.

But from all the signs these days, it seems that something has happened to Afre.

The representative figure of the Kingdom of Saixi disappeared shortly after returning from a dance party in the Kingdom of Zen.

The Elf King issued a supreme order, requiring everyone to find the missing Alfre and bring him back to take charge of the situation.

Although Afre's strength is only level seven, his wisdom is collectively recognized by all the high elves.

It can be said that most of the credit for the Kingdom of Sesi's prosperity, second only to the Warsong Kingdom, goes to Afre.

The Sun Walker and the Water Walker have gone out to look for Afre, and only the Wind Walker remains here.

Originally, her job was just to observe the beating of the heart inside the palace every day, and the workload was not that much.

But just two days after the other two officials left, poisonous gases that could take away the vitality of plants began to appear in the air.

After the Wind Officer clears the poisonous gas that just appears, it will soon reappear, and each time it will be stronger than the last, making it more and more difficult to clean up.

In just the past month, she has been in a state of severe lack of energy.

Poison gas appeared again today, and the Wind Officer went out in an irritable mood and traveled around the capital for most of the way.

"If the other two officials don't come back, I won't be able to hold on any longer."

She whispered to herself somewhat dejectedly.

At this moment, a strange yet beautiful melody came into her ears, and the physical and mental fatigue was slowly soothed, and her strength was gradually restored.

This surprised her greatly. With her current strength, ordinary soothing magic was no longer effective, let alone replenishing the strength in her body. It would probably take a healing magician of the same level to achieve such an effect.

"What kind of music could this be?" She looked in the direction where the sound came from, and the wind brought her the information she wanted to know.

"So it's Kriella, but I remember that the relic of the original elf didn't have such a powerful effect, and it couldn't play such a beautiful song..."

The Wind Officer became curious, so he quickly cleaned up the remaining poison gas and quietly landed not far from the mushroom hut.

The door of the room was ajar, and the music came out from the gap.

However, before the Wind Walker could close his eyes and enjoy the moment, the music had already come to an end.

Is this the end? A piece like this should be at least ten minutes long! Why is it so short!? I have to go in and criticize the guy who composed it... With these thoughts in mind, she walked towards the mushroom hut.