Every member of the Elf Race was a peerless beauty, an exquisite treasure. Even with their entire bodies shrouded beneath wizard robes, their breathtaking faces and graceful figures could still be seen. Their talents and bloodlines were formidable as well.
This was a race uniquely favored by heaven.
Dole waved a hand. "Wizard Karl and I are friends. I will help him accomplish anything he entrusts to me, so there is no need for you elves to be so courteous."
He did not want the Elf Race to owe him a favor; he wanted to transfer that favor to Karl. After all, Karl had spent these past few years running all over the place, and it had not been easy for him.
The elf nodded. "Wizard Dole is too modest. We know who we should truly thank. Wizard Karl is also a friend of our Elf Race, and we will not forget."
Dole glanced at her, frowning. "You stopped me. Is there something you wish to say?"
The elf smiled faintly. "Our High Priest wishes to invite Wizard Dole to visit the Elf Race. Would that be possible?"
Dole blinked, then smiled lightly. "This incarnation of mine has not yet been fully mastered. If possible, I would prefer to go in person with my true body. I hear the Elf Race's territory is filled with birdsong and flowers, and is exceedingly peaceful. May I bring my family along to have a look around?"
The elf froze. Bring his family? Did he think they were inviting him on a sightseeing trip?
She turned to look at the High Priest.
The High Priest raised her head and looked at Dole. This young man seemed to have seen through their intentions.
Bringing his family—what kind of signal was that sending?
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