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No answer was heard, only the Holy Spirit Patriarch coughing again and again, as if this powerful woman would fall ill in the next moment.

The Red Lotus Protector looked at the old marshal with a questioning look.

The latter stared at the woman being supported on the ground with a stern look for a while, and suddenly said:

"Deloit, if your purpose is just to put on a show like this, then I've seen it, teacher, let's go."

After saying that, he turned around and left.

The Red Lotus Guardian also stood up and followed. However, just as the two of them reached the door, the Holy Spirit Patriarch spoke weakly:

"Delaren, I know that I can't make you believe me anymore, but I hope to make up for my mistakes. I brought some gifts this time. I hope you can give them to those poor children and say they are from you, ahem..."

The old marshal only stopped for a second and then continued to leave.

After the people had been gone for some time, the house was suddenly isolated by some powerful magic.

Then an elder asked:

"I don't think that old guy would give the gift to the patriarch's beloved grandson."

"Derren is my beloved husband! Don't talk too much!" The Holy Spirit Patriarch glared at the elder who was speaking.

"Yes! The patriarch is right!" The elder admitted his mistake with a twitching mouth.

The Holy Spirit Patriarch, Deloit, then replied:

"Of course he wouldn't do that."

"Then you still..."

"As long as his attitude towards me can change a little bit, then the purpose of this trip will be achieved."

The two elders suddenly understood.

……

The capital of the Kingdom of Saixi.

It was already night, but the city was much busier than during the day.

Countless lantern-shaped plants emitting brilliant light will automatically light up when the brightness drops to a certain level, and detach from the main body and float in the air.

Some energetic high elves will hold various activities at night, such as dances, poetry gatherings, sightseeing tours, etc.

Douqilu's residence is in the most prosperous area.

At this time, Douchiru's daughter Dilis took out a bird-shaped handicraft she had made by hand from her treasure box with great care.

This is a small toy made of various tough leaves glued together with thin thread and glue. Although it looks extremely rough to adults, it is the best in the eyes of little Dilis.

She admired it carefully for a while.

At this time, some noises were heard outside the window of the room.

The elf girl seemed to know what was happening. With anticipation and pride in her eyes, she moved a chair to the window, stepped on the chair, and lay on the window to look down.

Below the window of her room is a relatively hidden little space where almost no elves pass by, but it is a secret base for a group of elf children.

Every night the group of children would gather down there and play together.

Sure enough, when Dilis looked down, she saw four elf children about her age discussing something enthusiastically.

Each elf child was holding a finely crafted little toy in his hand and blowing it up.

"Look at this. It's a accordion made by my mother using the finest Delamec material! It can make the same sound as a real accordion!"

The person who was speaking was an elf boy with earrings in his ears, and the accordion he was talking about was a small musical instrument that was very suitable for children who liked music to learn.

"Wow! It's so beautiful! I've always wanted to have a harpsichord!"

"I had an accordion before, but I didn't know how to play it at that time. Art, can you play it for me?"

"No, I haven't learned it yet!"

"Snake, is that Bazel in your hand? It looks exactly like him. Look at his claws and teeth. He looks just like a real monster!"

The children were discussing enthusiastically, and Dilis, who was watching the scene from above, looked at what the children were holding, then looked at what she had in her own hands, and felt a little insecure.

She restlessly raised and lowered her feet on the chair, and finally she mustered up the courage to shout to the people below:

"Hey! I have a toy too! I made it myself! Look!"

Her voice startled the four little guys below.

The four little heads raised up at the same time, and when they saw Dilis, they lowered their heads and looked at each other.

"So there are elves living up here?"

"But who is she?"

The four little guys chirped for a while.

Dilis couldn't hear clearly, so she continued to ask:

"Can I come down and play with you? I can share my little Cora with you!"

Her words only made one of the children look up at her. I don’t know what the little guys discussed. The elf boy with earrings in his ears smiled and said:

"Okay, come on down, we can take you with us."

"Great! I'll be down right away!" Dilis was surprised and delighted. She jumped off the chair and walked towards the door.

After opening the door, she first looked around to make sure that there was no light in her parents' room, then avoided the servants' sight and left home through an unused back door.

No one seemed to notice the little figure.

Dilis walked up a narrow flight of stairs and soon saw the four children.

The leader among them was the elf boy named Art who had earrings in his ears.

He folded his hands, with an inexplicable smile in his eyes.

Dilis slowed down her pace, holding her little bird in both hands, a toy she named Korra.

"Hello, can I play with you?"

she asked softly.

However, the other two elf boys answered her and surrounded her. Then she heard Art say:

"Show me your Kola."

There was an elf girl behind Art, with a worried look in her eyes, but she couldn't influence the decision of this small group and could only be a spectator.

Dilis handed her work to Art with some fear and reluctance.

After the other party took it and looked at it for a while, he suddenly laughed:

"No way? Such an ugly thing is called a toy?"

"Kora is not ugly..."

Dilis saw the other person playing with her treasure roughly and whispered in pain.

She reached out to get her things back, but the other party's loud voice and arrogant attitude made her timid.

As Dilis was looking at him anxiously, Art suddenly smiled at her, and then suddenly threw her carat into a dark area with deeper vegetation like a paper airplane.

"Kora!"

The little girl wanted to save her baby, but the two elf boys who were prepared came forward and grabbed her, and did not let go until the little toy disappeared into the darkness.

"Just go in and look for it yourself! Our Art Handicraft Group is not open to just anyone who wants to join!"

Art made a face at Dilis, who was already kneeling on the ground crying, and turned around and wanted to leave.

However, when the four little ghosts turned around, they bumped into a tall figure. They apologized and were about to leave, but were stopped coldly:

"Don't leave."

The four elf children stopped uneasily.

Dilis, who was crying, seemed to have heard some terrible sound. She looked around with her misty eyes and was so scared that she forgot to cry.

Glenn walked to the place where the toy disappeared, raised his hand, and beautiful rays of light appeared at his fingertips, illuminating the environment.

Although they had seen magicians cast spells many times, the children had rarely seen special effects so colorful and gorgeous.

It soon attracted all the attention of the children.

Dilis even forgot her fear and stared at those beautiful rays of light.

Under the gaze of five pairs of dull eyes, the dense ornamental vegetation danced rhythmically.

A small creature struggled to fly out, flapping its wings. It was Dilis's little Korra.

The little guy seemed to have life and was a little dizzy. He shook his head and looked around for something. When he saw Dilis, his painted eyes turned into two inverted U shapes and he happily threw himself into the arms of the elf girl.

"Kora?" Dilis wiped her tears and asked in disbelief.

The little thing in the arms nodded repeatedly and rubbed its owner's pink face.

Dilis was also extremely happy and gently hugged the little thing, her face full of joy.

The other four little ones were already staring with their eyes wide open, and the delicate little toys in their hands were no longer interesting to them.

Glenn gently touched Dilis's head, and the little girl looked up in a daze.

But the tall figure said nothing and walked away.

After a while, Art, with his other three followers, approached shyly and asked if they could be friends with Dilis.