Noble Emblem

Anturagon took his people and entered Woking City from the city gate. Along the way, this human city shocked him greatly.

In his impression, human beings are dirty. They don't bathe for ten or even dozens of days. Nobles in many countries even believe that taking a bath will wash away their luck. They only wipe their bodies with a damp cloth every month. If the smell is really bad, they use floral scent or a secret perfume made by an alchemist to cover it up.

But the smell and fragrance mixed together at the same time will produce an even weirder smell. Most humans can't smell this smell, but elves can. After all, they have grown up with trees, flowers and plants since childhood, and are very familiar with the smell of nature.

Therefore, after traveling in the human world for several years, Anturagon returned to the forest. He really did not want to associate with those dirty humans.

But now, he found that the people in this city were very clean. Even the poor people, even if they wore patched clothes, not only were the people clean, but the clothes were also very clean.

The vast majority of people in this city are followers of the Cult of Wealth.

Among the teachings written by Beta, the first one is to pay attention to personal hygiene. When most people start to love cleanliness, it will lead to the trend of the entire city, and those who don't like to take baths will become outliers.

Another example is the mercenaries. Because of licking blood from the edge of the knife, most of them live a life of life and death. When they are alive, they will try their best to have a carnival every minute and every second. I am afraid that I will die in the mission in the next second.

Bathing is a waste of time for them.

But here in Waking City, they had to start to form the habit of taking a bath because they were not willing to entertain a dirty and smelly person. They were quite angry when they started. After all, they were like this in other places. Reason doesn't work here. This is discrimination and looking down on us.

With this idea in mind, they started to cause trouble, and as a result, they were directly taught how to behave by the guards, and dozens of mercenaries were sent to the farmland near the temple for labor reform.

This suddenly frightened all the mercenaries.

Doing farm work, the mercenaries finally became professionals just to stop being farmers, and now they are being watched by others doing farm work. How embarrassing.

Facts have proved that mercenaries also want to have face, and one labor camp made all the mercenaries aware of the seriousness of the laws here.

The mercenaries who had been 're-education through labor' for two months became more well-behaved in Waking City.

Anturagon found that the streets in this city were also very clean, and there seemed to be dedicated people responsible for cleaning them. It is similar to the city of the elves, but in comparison, the people here seem more energetic and energetic.

The elves are living a peaceful and peaceful life. To put it mildly, they live a leisurely life, and to put it harshly, they live a life of twilight.

After being arranged to stay in the Yingbin Building, the person in charge of the city did not summon them, and Anturagon was not in a hurry. He just walked around the city every day and took a look.

The more I looked at it, the more surprised I became. This city has very strict laws, but the people here are not at all frightened by the strict laws. Instead, they seem very relieved. They even say that they are very concerned about this city. There is a sense of trust that comes from within.

This was what he saw on the first day. On the second day, he came near the temple. He originally wanted to see the spiritual outlook of the priests of the Wealth God Cult, but unexpectedly, he unexpectedly discovered his own tribe.

He felt a little happy in his heart. There were many elves living in the human world. He thought the other party was the same, but when he walked over, he found that the other party was a little different from them.

This elf was working in the fields. When he got closer, he discovered that his skin was a very special light golden color.

Half-elf, a special mixed-blood elf?

As if he felt someone behind him, the elf who was squatting and weeding stood up, turned around, saw Anturagon, smiled slightly, and said, "My tribe, where are you from?"

"Hello tribesman, I am Anturagon, of course I come from the Mother Tree."

After hesitating for a while, the elf finally understood what Anturagon meant. He smiled awkwardly and said, "Sorry, I didn't react. All elves are children of the mother tree. This is indeed true. "

Anturagon can serve as the leader of the envoy group, and he is very good in interpersonal relationships, observing faces, and calculating people's hearts. He quite keenly discovered the blind spot in the elf's words: "What do you mean, you have never paid attention to the mother tree before?"

"This was true for more than a hundred years ago." The elf nodded: "People, you can call me Heka."

"Heka, can you tell me what's going on?" Anturagon narrowed his eyes slightly: "You don't look like a half-elf, so I am very interested in your thoughts."

Anthuragon didn't understand. Apart from half-elves, were there any pure elves who didn't respect and love their mother tree? And the skin of this elf is really strange, light golden and white.

The elves have a talent that they will never get tanned. They are born from the Mother Tree, and are essentially tree incarnations in human form. Has anyone ever seen a tree that gets tanned?

As if sensing the slight anger in Antu's heart, Heka also said seriously: "Sorry, tribe, I am a lucky cat. Although I am also an elf, I am now a lucky cat."

Ah... Lucky Cat, what the hell is this.

Seeing the strange expression on Anthuragon's face, Heka continued: "This is the name the Pope gave us. Our family will be the Lucky Cat from now on."

Hearing this, Anthuragon was already a little angry: "You mean, you are planning to break away from our elves. Or, why does the Pope of the Wealth God Religion change your names, and it is still such an ugly name. "

"Because he gave us a new life. Besides, the name Lucky Cat is very nice. Our whole clan likes it very much." Heka thought for a moment, clapped his hands suddenly and said, "I forgot to tell you, I used to be a drow. Elf, the Pope rescued us from the power of the evil god. He gave us a new life, so he has the right to give us a new name. We are already a brand new race."

These words were like a bolt from the blue, and Anturagon was stunned.

"Are you originally a drow?" Anthuragon slapped his face: "You just said, you?"

Heka turned around and pointed. At this time, another batch of 'lucky cats' came out of the church. Some of the lucky cats had not yet been completely transformed. Their bodies were obviously black, but there were already dark golden stripes under their skin. As for the others, although their skin is also darker, their overall skin color is almost the same as Heka's.

A comparison can clearly see that these tribesmen should really be drow elves.

"How did you do it?"

Anturagon was in disbelief. They naturally knew that the drow elves were once their own people, but they had just fallen.

It's not like the elves haven't tried to find ways to change them back, but they all ended in failure.

Moreover, it was not easy for them to kill the original tribesmen, and in the end they simply turned a blind eye.

But now, he saw something, a group of clansmen who were about to be transformed back, not one, but a group. This shows that the Cult of Wealth does have a method that can transform a large number of drow elves.

After thinking about this, Anturagon no longer wandered around the city, but returned directly to the guest building, and immediately asked the guards to bring him the details of the meeting and negotiation.

Shirley originally wanted to hang out with the elf envoy for two more days, but the other party kept sending requests to meet all day long.

So anxious? Why did the elves send such an impatient person to negotiate?

Shirley was a little confused, but the next day, she agreed to the request to meet. Because she felt that the other party was really anxious.

As long as the other party is impatient, then they already have the upper hand and there is no need to delay it any longer.

The meeting time is at ten o'clock the next day.

The elf envoy arrived very early. When Anturagon saw Shirley, his expression was stunned.

It's not that he was amazed by Shirley... There are many beauties among the elves, and whether it's World Tree or the ancestor, their appearance is no worse than Shirley's.

What surprised him was that it was not the Pope who met them.

Seemingly understanding what Anturagon meant, Shirley explained: "Our pope has important matters to deal with, and he won't be able to get out in a short time. I am a sacred saint, and I should be qualified to judge on an equal footing with you." Bar."

It turns out that the saint of the God of Wealth Sect is Beilin, but now that Beilin has given birth to a child, her identity as a saint is naturally lifted.

Shirley will be in charge for the time being.

"We come with the wishes of the Queen and Mother Tree, and are willing to coexist peacefully with your religion for mutual benefit." Anturagon suddenly changed the subject and asked: "But there are some things I want to verify. Can your religion Drow elves, transform back into their original form?"

Shirley smiled slightly, Beta's expectations will be realized so soon?

"Indeed, this is one of the unique abilities of our divine religion." Shirley said with a smile: "But they are no longer elves, but lucky cats."

Anturagon shook his head: "This name doesn't sound good, but Forest Elf sounds better."

"The name doesn't matter." Shirley said slowly: "The important thing is that they can change back. Your Excellency Anturagon, let's talk about the alliance."

"How did you do it?"

"Let's talk about the alliance first!"

Anturagon took a helpless breath and said, "We can pay some price. I hope you can teach us the method of transformation."

"It can't be taught. This requires the divine support of the goddess Yun. The forest goddess that your elves believe in. It can't be done." Shirley shook her head: "Let's talk about the alliance first."

"You really can't teach me?"

Anturagon didn't believe it.