Shooting Begins (Second Update)

Madam Ma Linna had become busy again recently. The Hearthstone taverns under her management had expanded from three branches in Nolan to four.

The Hearthstone tavern branch in the Forgotten Land of Aserkelo had the most complicated matters to manage, especially since Joshua had recently given the order: "Find a few cooks and pastry chefs proficient in cooking, and let these elves learn a trade."

As a respectable merchant, Madam Ma Linna rarely concerned herself with other elven races besides Tylinn, let alone High Elves, a race that existed only in myths.

But after personally visiting and greeting these elves, Madam Ma Linna discovered that they were all unfortunate children.

"You've grown this old without ever eating a single piece of candy?"

Madam Ma Linna held the hand of a young High Elf, displaying the special skill unique to elderly women: nagging.

Though the elves before her were several times older than Ma Linna, mentally, they were still children.

The young elf whose hands Madam Ma Linna held looked somewhat embarrassed. If a human man had been holding her hands, she could at least have resisted.

But when faced with this old lady, she could only patiently listen to Madam Ma Linna's endless nagging.

There were seventeen High Elves visiting the Hearthstone tavern in total. All of them belonged to Elder Queitoan's faction, including several High Elves who had once been brought to Joshua's tavern.

They had all come here prepared to "devote themselves to Aserkelo." Of course, some elves also harbored the small hope that they might get to eat another piece of cake.

"Madam Ma Linna, may we begin the lessons now?"

Elder Queitoan was the leader of this group of elves. After patiently listening to this human woman nag for more than ten minutes, he finally could