Tate Continent.
Spring Breeze City, Holy Light Tower.
After many days, Maxim brought the Night Watchers here once again.
A human Night Watcher who followed along wore an expression of numbness, his voice weak.
"Let's hope this ti, there's a gain."
He no longer knew how many tis he had said this.
Hearing these words, Maxim's expression showed so helplessness, and even the elves beside him couldn't help but turn their heads.
"Maxim? Why are you here again? Even if there are important matters, frequent disturbances can make people feel annoyed."
An elven noble who was idly wandering at the entrance of the Holy Light Church looked at Maxim and stopped him.
"Here again, creating these kinds of chance encounter scenes every day, is he really not tired?" An elf couldn't help but complain.
Before Maxim could speak, a cold voice ca from the tower.
"Co in, Maxim, the person you want to see has arrived."
Hearing this, Maxim was overjoyed and quickly led his people in, completely ignoring the noble who was still talking beside him.
Seeing the Night Watcher brush past, the noble's face turned blue and purple.
"How dare you be so rude!" he turned back to question.
However, the Night Watchers had already jogged inside, showing no intention of responding, not even taking the ti to speak a word.
They had been here for nearly a year before finally completing their first task.
The human Night Watcher who followed along had long regretted it; they had truly witnessed the elves' efficiency.
The elves' long lives made their efficiency appalling, and the vast difference in ti perception with short-lived species almost constantly tornted the humans in the team.
Even the elves who had been mixing with the Night Watchers for a long ti felt sowhat stifled.
They ascended and entered a luxurious parlor.
Saintess of the Holy Blade Vionasha sat on a simple yet elegantly designed chair, sipping afternoon tea.
In front of her was a young-looking elf knight.
In such a place, he was still able to wear elegant and luxurious light armor and a rapier at his waist.
Every item on him seed to flaunt his nobility.
Whether it was weapons or armor or crowns, almost everything was inlaid with various gemstones, exuding an aura of nobility that couldn't simply be described as wealthy.
"Maxim? I've heard your na, but I didn't expect you to regain world recognition."
This elf noble, donned in armor with golden hair, spoke.
He then looked at the Night Watchers following behind Maxim.
"Bits of the world's power have fallen upon you, so many of you... it seems you're the renowned Night Watchers; I've been hearing about you quite often lately."
The period in which the elf referred to as "lately" could be described in terms of several years, even more than a decade.
"Since you have regained world recognition, cleansing yourself of the sins you committed, I will have the World Ring Council remove your unclean title."
Maxim was long uninterested in such titles, but he still politely gave a bow.
"Thank you for your kindness, my lord."
"Hmm, it seems you're reaching that bottleneck. Do you want to request an Elental Breakthrough for you?"
The so-called Elental Breakthrough is the legendary threshold among elves; a longevity species like the elves naturally has profound heritage.
The mages within can delve deeper into their powers through the stage known as Elental Breakthrough, and nearly everyone who breaks through can cross that threshold in a very short ti to beco legendary.
However, Maxim shook his head.
The noble elf did not insist, sitting up straight and looking at Maxim.
"I don't have a deep friendship with you; I only heard about your past experiences.
But you had Vionasha relay your wish to et ... is it because your leader, the Savior of the Night Watchers, wants to talk with ?"
As a legendary elf and a sowhat influential presence within the legends.
This elf easily guessed Maxim's purpose.
Maxim nodded.
The reason for returning to his hotown, to this elven domain, was precisely on Kana's orders.
He had to co back to summon reinforcents, even though the senior levels among the elves had long begun to decay, they still retained the nobility of a longevity species.
Though decayed, it couldn't be called a downfall, just a stiffness of an old man on the verge of death.
But the younger elves were worth winning over; rather than letting them be influenced by growing divisive emotions while stuck here, it was better to find a way to bring them into the Night Watchers to fight for greater ideals.
And not waste precious lives in irrelevant internal conflicts.
More importantly, it was actually to probe the opinions of a certain faction of elves.
The young male elf in front was a legendary mber Kana wanted to draw in.
[Shining Sword] cadinaen.
An elf legend at Level Thirteen, endowed with exceptional talent; by elfin age standards, he could indeed be defined as a young man.
"I wonder if Lord cadinaen is aware of the comprehensive war Lebia Continent is currently facing?"
The elf nodded: "Although elvish communication can be sowhat rigid, I certainly know about such significant matters.
I also know you Night Watchers are assisting the people there in fighting against those intruders and traitors."
"The situation on Lebia Continent is not optimistic; the swarm of rats is overwhelming, with support from the external evil gods and those Evil God Followers.
Thus, I hope you, my lord, might provide so support."
Hearing Maxim's request, the other party helplessly shook his head: "Though I have such inclination, the mbers of the World Ring wouldn't agree, as Lebia Continent has never been within our dominion, only nominally subordinate.
We have little deep-rooted base there and hardly can intervene in the continent's affairs. Under the current circumstances, where both sides have conflicts, persuading the elves to support is exceedingly difficult."
"...Then do you, my lord, have the intention of sending personnel there?"
Hearing these words, cadinaen couldn't help but smile slightly.
"The Shining Brotherhood, huh... all mbers within the Brotherhood are noble and fervent, and have long had such intentions, so they naturally are willing to go.
However, our numbers are not many, and forces above legendary level... it's inconvenient to proceed."
"It's alright, the leader said he's already very satisfied with the support of other Brotherhood mbers."
The two quickly reached a collaboration.
"That was easy, huh?"
As they left, a mber of the team couldn't help but ask.
"If he's willing to et us, he naturally has agreed to our request."
Just as they were about to initiate action here.
The dwarven forces had already set sail towards Lebia Continent.
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