Ancient Tree Cyril

The Elven Queen had brought up the subject herself, and Bai Xiaowen felt genuinely relieved.

If the Elven Queen regarded the Crimson Oakheart as "not for sale" and firmly refused to give it to Bai Xiaowen, she certainly would not have brought it up herself.

After receiving Bai Xiaowen's affirmative reply, the Elven Queen let out a soft sigh. "Donna, Your Excellency the Prophet, come with me... I want to take you to meet the great Cyril."

The Elven Queen led the way, with Bai Xiaowen and the Camelot Queen following behind.

Elven Capital Mushadir was lush and green everywhere. "Shaded by green trees" was nowhere near enough to describe it. It was a city that depended on the forest—and had been built within the forest.

Towering trees stood everywhere. Beneath their dense canopies, the corners of treehouses could occasionally be seen.

Leaves covered the roads, and they felt soft and comfortable beneath their feet.

The Elven Queen was not at all worried that walking along the road would dirty her long skirt. The dress was clearly no ordinary garment; no grime could remain on it for even a second. Based on the knowledge Bai Xiaowen had gained from the Camelot Royal Library, the long dress had surely been permanently enchanted with a cleaning spell.

Before long, the three of them arrived in front of a massive oak tree.

How large was this oak tree? Even a dozen burly men might not be able to circle it with their arms.

The oak tree stood dozens of meters tall, its enormous crown like a heavy layer of clouds covering nearly a thousand meters of space. Nutlike fruits hung from its branches, swaying in the wind.

The Elven Queen gently knocked on the trunk. "Grandpa Cyril, hello."

A huge, slightly aged humanoid