A strange world

"This painting was painted in the year 3663 of the Fourteenth Elven Calendar, that is, in the year 663 of the Saint Laurent Calendar, by the court painter Willow Brynet in the Bauhinia Mountains of the Kingdom of Rekaner."

When Annan came to the second floor of the hall from the bedroom, Yi Ruilanze was admiring the huge oil painting on the wall.

This elf is no longer as slovenly as yesterday. She was wearing a moon-white robe, and her long dark cyan hair was fluffy and entangled with a green branch.

Also gone is yesterday’s craze. Although her hair is not braided into thin braids like other elves, with shiny objects hanging on it. But this kind of casualness makes her like an intellectual elf scholar.

And this elf mentor expanded Annan's knowledge: elves also have dark circles under their eyes.

Yirelanze and Della are not the same. Although the dark circles under her eyes ruined part of her temperament, her beauty made people appreciate her, and Dela's beauty made people want to touch her.

Annan didn't have any artistic bacteria and walked up the steps to the living room, "Have you been to the Royal Capital?"

"Princess Kenney and I were right there when Willow Brighton painted this painting."

Well, this is the longevity seed. Just as the warlock wrote in his handbook: To them, the magnificent, tortuous life of human beings is like a naughty child running out with milky milk in the morning, and when he comes back in the evening, he is already a hobbling old man on crutches.

This overwhelming pain of the passage of time is indeed depressing. Annan is okay, he is still young, even young. Moreover, the warlock's handbook says that as long as most warlocks don't look for excitement, such as riding a resistant female dragon, and live peacefully until death, their lifespan can be considered half of an immortal species.

"Boy, are you ready?"

"Just going to the theater."

"Of course not. After we come out of the theater, we can go to the Elf Flower Garden first. It is said that the mother tree of the Flower Garden was once a leaf of the World Tree. We can hold the wedding under the witness of the branches of the World Tree. It doesn't matter if it's not. I can also bring When you return to the Moon Elf's station, the Elf Elder can witness our love on behalf of the World Tree. I will ask my alchemist friend to prepare some potions, and then continue to be intimate for three months, which should allow you to obtain part of the Elf's bloodline..."

Annan's smile became stiff as Irilanze chattered on.

What preparation is she talking about...?

"Dara..."

Annan whispered for help, but Della had no intention of contacting her own race and did not appear.

"We're not familiar enough..." Annan blinked.

That cute look made Yi Ruilanze unable to restrain his desire to hold Annan in his arms and rub him. His expression and tone gradually became urgent: "It doesn't matter. We have enough time to get familiar with each other. Three months will allow you to—— "

"I can't accompany you to those places..." Annan could only tell Yi Ruilanze directly, "It's not safe around me, and those attackers may appear at any time."

"Raider?"

"It seems that our elf mentor doesn't know my identity yet..."

"You said 'we', right?..." Yi Ruilanze's eyes almost melted: "Do you like boys or girls?"

Annan wanted to say that he didn't mean that, but his damn curiosity took over: "Can humans and elves have children?"

"As long as you get the blessing of the Elf Tree... don't worry, dear, I will let the Moon Elf tribe accept you."

No longer have to worry about money, no need to worry about lifespan, a mage tower instructor and an elven tribe as the backing, sounds pretty good...

"Thank you... No, I mean, the lifespan of an elf is still very long, right? You don't have to rush, we still have a long time." Annan just wanted to deal with the enthusiasm of the elf mentor first.

"Are you willing to get engaged to me? I..." Irilanze covered her lips speechlessly, tears welling up in her eyes, "I love you too..."

Annan looked at the head maid and Abby standing next to him in confusion: "Did I say I love you?"

"Said I did," Abby replied.

"when."

"Now."

After confirming that he had not said anything that caused misunderstanding, Annan said tactfully: "I have more important things now than marriage, uh... love -"

"Nothing is more important than love!"

Annan was interrupted again, and he could only say deliberately and seriously: "Sorry, I can only go to the theater with you. If you don't agree, I won't go out."

"Oh, she's so cute even when she's angry. Well, I'll just go to the theater today."

"real?"

"If you don't want to go anywhere else."

Annan finally breathed a sigh of relief.

While being courted by a beautiful and noble elf brings vanity and satisfaction, Irelanze's passion nearly melts him. Moreover, Annan could only reach her chest due to the tallness inherited from the elf.

I think it’s better for Dara...

Then after thinking this and getting on the carriage, Yirelanze stared at Annan with twinkling eyes: "What kind of girl do you like?"

"Almost the same as me..."

Annan was just perfunctory, but then Irilanze began to grow shorter, her fitted moonlight robe became floor-length, the dark circles under her eyes disappeared, and her cheeks gained baby fat, turning into a girl about the same age as Annan.

"How about this?" Yi Ruilanze blinked her long eyelashes.

"It's beautiful, that's fine."

Annan fell into those eyes filled with stars, almost unable to climb out, and stopped Irilanze from continuing, lest the female elf in front of him really overwhelm Annan's desire to explore this beautiful world after a certain transformation.

When I came to the theater, the theater owner did not appear, and the stage was no longer boring dance, but replaced by a stage play.

Annan looked at the actors thoughtfully.

"You like it very much?"

"I'm fine..." Annan asked Yi Ruilanze in a low voice: "What do you think of the story?"

"The Poetry of Lazy Dale? Whatever you listen to every few years will become boring after hundreds of years..." Irelanze is quite knowledgeable and knowledgeable.

Annan, who knew the name of the stage play, remembered that Michael seemed to have mentioned that he liked "The Poems of Lazy Dale" very much.

"That boss called you the King of the North? Which family are you from? The Morim family? The Alfaro family? The Lawrencet family..."

"Reeves."

"That fire dragon family?" Yi Ruilanze looked at Annan's messy black hair with fascination, wanting to eat it one by one: "The black hair... does look a lot like that little Peter."

"Little Peter?"

"Petria, your second head of the family. When I saw him at that time, he was only this tall -" Irelanzer gestured to his chest, and the outline of the mage's robe made Annan look away.

After the stage play ended, Annan and Yi Ruilanze came to the square outside the theater.

Yi Ruilanze turned aside from Annan and quietly reached for the hand in the mage's robe——

Two patrolling female elves wearing leather armor stopped Annan at this time, interrupting Irilanze.

"We received a report that you were plotting against minors." The female elf said coldly.

Annan explained confusedly: "She is an adult."

"I know."

The female elf wrapped a vine around Irilanze's wrist and gently reminded Annan:

"Boy, protect yourself."