The sunlight descended from the sky, painting the semi-transparent, planet-sized World Tree in a dazzling shade of gold. Two golden spheres in the sky locked onto a few large birds flying swiftly by, and suddenly shot out from the direction of the World Tree, devouring them completely in an instant, leaving not even a trace behind.
"Fisher, my old friend, you must visit Zhong Country soti. We have a very attractive demi-human race called the Heavenly Fox Species. They have nine tails, fluffy white fur, and ears on their heads like cat ears. They’re quite beautiful, and you’d surely like them. I’ll have them entertain you next ti you visit, along with many other kinds."
Chun told Fisher that as long as they found the Phoenixes at the Phoenix Species’ base and ntioned Uncle Chun’s na, alongside their request to go to the Royal Capital, the Phoenixes would ensure their safe journey to the Elf Capital.
Upon hearing Chun’s arrangents, Fisher and the others wasted no ti in leaving the next morning, eager to depart from Chun Country. Count Hyou also had to return imdiately to his own nation due to the Royal Capital’s decree.
At this mont, as both parties bid farewell at the gate of Chun Country, the young Count Hyou, having sobered up from his drunken state, looked sowhat regretfully at his rare kindred spirit and comrade, inviting him warmly.
"...Next ti, for sure."
Fisher pondered for a few seconds without revealing his emotions. It seed that due to his intentions to maintain appearances, he was indeed drawn to the demi-human race ntioned by the other, but had to abandon such thoughts due to current real-world issues, appearing rather helpless.
"Farewell..." Count Hyou nodded slightly and returned to a carriage twisted and intertwined with nurous curved branches. The carriage could hover in the air as if it would directly float to its destination.
Just as he was about to set off, a thought occurred to him. Hesitant for a mont, Hyou sincerely advised Fisher,
"Oh, by the way, the rules of death have beco very strange now. The changes in the rules are only related to the True God, which is clearly a matter concerning the world, yet the Royal Capital subtly wants us to remain silent within our respective countries. This implies that His Majesty or Lord World Tree doesn’t want this matter known to the Holy Land or Dragon God. And as envoys from the Holy Land, you go to the Royal Capital at great risk... If possible, return first. Co back to celebrate when things settle down here."
Fisher was slightly taken aback by these words, but given the current situation, he had no way to retreat.
Not only was he still being pursued by death, but Emhardt remained in the hands of the opposition. Moreover, he had a vague sense that there was an indescribable connection to the recent changes in death.
"Thank you for your warning, but we must go to the Royal Capital."
"...Then be extra cautious, farewell."
"Goodbye."
Hyou smiled slightly without further words, gently patting the wooden vehicle under him. Soon, the branches of the vehicle twisted upward, enveloping him sitting inside, while similar branches rose from the ground to enclose the armored soldiers he brought.
Under Fisher’s rather astonished gaze, the wrapped branches gradually retracted downwards, disappearing completely in no ti.
He stared blankly at the branches that vanished back into the ground, furrowing his brows, constantly mulling over Count Hyou’s previous words.
At the sa ti, a breath carrying a hint of fragrance unexpectedly whispered in his ears. It brushed past every inch of Fisher’s ear like countless gentle strokes, causing his pupils to narrow slightly. As he turned to look, he saw Helair smiling slyly, floating barefoot in mid-air, gazing at him.
"Hmm, your ears seem a bit sensitive~"
Thanks to Renie’s prior teasing, Fisher’s immunity to such provocations was already high. What’s more, he was still in a "reford" state, making it impossible for him to respond to Helair’s instigation. Instead, he said to Helair,
"The elves are acting very strangely. The Tree Continent has encountered such events, yet their Royal Capital is urging them not to speak out. But the changes in death are related to rules, which logically cannot be hidden... Unless the changes in death have only occurred in the Tree Continent. But how is that possible? The Death God, He Ya, is an unconscious True God. How could such a subjective difference arise?"
"Hmm, you have a point. Last night, I contacted Lord Remiel stationed outside the continent as support. He inford that neither the Holy Land nor the Dragon Continent has experienced such changes. He passed this information to Lord Sariel, who firmly believes sothing unusual has occurred at the Royal Capital or the World Tree, so she has sent us to the Royal Capital to investigate."
Fisher looked at Helair, saying,
"The current atmosphere on the Tree Continent is terrifying, and as outsiders appearing in the Royal Capital, aren’t you afraid of dying there?"
"Hmm, but when you think about it, it’s precisely such chaotic situations that are interesting. The more tense and dangerous the situation, the more profound the pleasure experienced."
"Helair..."
Fisher frowned, discontented with her playful attitude at this critical mont. Over the period, she had been nonchalant, which could be overlooked, but now that the situation was unfolding, she still tried to divert him with such an insipid excuse as ’fun’. He really didn’t care about the rank difference right now, directly calling her by na.
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