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The elf wrinkled his little face into a bun. He happened to know this problem, but he couldn't disclose it to people of other races.There is a strong bond between elves, and in the state of near extinction, they have a strong sense of defense for their own clan.Coincidentally, the question Ye Guili raised was something they would never have been able to say even if they knew about it.

Ye Guili pinched the elf's wings, staring at his yellow eyes: "Say."

The elf shook his head like a rattle, and couldn't speak even if he wanted to.The elf's self-defense absolutely cannot be described by common sense, as if there is a hand covering his mouth invisible, once he is about to spit out any unfavorable remarks, it will be stopped immediately.

Ye Guili rubbed his chin in distress, he knew it would not be so easy to ask, but he didn't expect that the elf bred by him would resist his order.He rubbed his forehead and recalled what was added at that time. Could it be that something went wrong in the process of mixing his blood?

The pharmacy fell silent for a moment, but the sound of mangjie's flipping through books became obviously noisy.His eyes were shining brightly, and while muttering in his mouth, he quickly searched for the ancient magic book in his hand.When he saw the elves, he studied them carefully, but what was said in the book was very easy to understand, and there seemed to be nothing to delve into.

Mang Jie quickly searched for the strange place at the time, paused with his fingers, and ran to Ye Guili's side, so excited that the wretched smile on his mouth never faded: "Ye Guili, look at this place."

Mang Jie directly stuffed the ancient magic book under Ye Guili's nose, and pointed to a string of inexplicable symbols for Ye Guili to read carefully.His eyes were bright black with excitement, and there was a faint golden halo in their undetectable depths.

Ye Guili squinted at the string of symbols. He had been in Yangon mainland longer than Mangjie, so he naturally knew more than Mangjie.The Ye family he lived in was also one of the oldest families in Yangon mainland. He had read some forbidden books when he was a teenager. If he remembered correctly, these symbols should be the legendary elf language.

Ye Guili popped out the silver beans, and wrote that string of weird symbols.He pinched the elf's wings and asked him to read that passage.

The elf pursed her mouth, and reluctantly let out a few pleasant notes, and then saw a flash of yellow light, and a black scroll fell out from the ancient magic book.

Ye Guili looked at the ancient magic book with an unpredictable expression. He didn't know that such a profound space magic was hidden in this dilapidated book.Even he didn't notice the fluctuation of magic, so the magic power of the person who was originally designed must have far surpassed him.Holy Magister?

When Mang Jie saw something falling, he went to pick it up, but was pushed away by a gust of wind just before he got close to the scroll.

"Don't touch it, you go get it." Ye Guili stopped Mang Jie from touching, raised his chin at the elf, and asked him to pick up the scroll.

The elf shook its wings that had finally been released, looked at Ye Guili aggrievedly, flew to the top of the scroll, and 'picked up' the scroll with all its strength.

Ye Guili flicked a few small spells casually, but the scroll didn't respond as if he couldn't feel anything.With a brainstorm, he released a small fireball. Apart from the creaking and protesting sound, the scroll was still intact.

"This is made of dragon scales." Mang Jie doesn't know magic, but it doesn't mean he doesn't know how to read.Through hard reading in the past few days, I have already understood five or six points of the knowledge of this world.In his last life, he was full of curiosity about the elves and dragons. After all, in that kind of realistic society, these are the possible plots of fantasy novels.But in this world, he naturally worked hard in this regard.

According to Mang Jie's understanding, there is nothing else in the world except dragon scales that can withstand the fire magic of the great magister.

Ye Guili glanced at Mang Jie appreciatively, and he was amazed again by someone's ability to absorb learning.

Ye Guili took the scroll and lightly pulled the ribbon on it.He showed an appearance as expected, and beckoned to the elf, asking him to open the scroll.

The elf flew over, grabbed the ribbon with both hands and pulled it out, only to find that the scroll summoned by him could not be used by him.

"No, I can't open it." The elf seemed a little annoyed, not believing that his ability could not deal with a small scroll.He is a member of the elves, and even he can't pull it away. The secret of this scroll is even more attractive.

Mang Jie looked at the spirit, then at Ye Guili, and made a bold hypothesis: "Could it be because of impure blood?"

The acquired elves were bastards, and Ye Guili didn't know what strange things were added to grow out of the ground.The ancient magic book said that the magic of elves is much purer than that of humans. Maybe this scroll has been cast with magic that can distinguish bloodlines?

Ye Guili also had this guess, and after Mang Jie said it, it made him firmer in this idea.He snapped his fingers, and the elf flying in the air was fastened to the glass cover again.

"I'll make him a pure blood." Ye Guili curled his lips, he had already planted elves, and it's not too difficult to change the existing blood.

Mang Jie blinked his eyes, feeling extremely sympathetic towards the newly born elf for a moment.