Don't Run After School!

Don't Run After School!

As time passed.

William and his group reached their destination safely, without any melodramatic incidents.

The scattered Blue Moon Lakes connected in patches of varying sizes. As they approached Blue Moon Town, the view opened up before them.

As a town inhabited by tens of thousands of Elves, it was naturally several times larger than the current Border Town.

However, aside from the main city of Blackleaf Forest's Elves—Dark Night City—none of the other settlements had walls.

They preferred living in treehouses and loved the unobstructed sense of freedom. Elven wood-element Mages possessed quite a few rare skills and inheritances.

They could plant magical seeds in the ground, use magic to force them to grow, then transform the trees into all kinds of treehouses as they matured.

Thus.

This Elven town, stunning to ordinary people, slowly unveiled itself before them.

They saw.

Towering, sturdy trees stretching together in a vast expanse. Every treehouse had its own unique charm and delicate craftsmanship. Most stood over ten meters above the ground, with pots of colorful flowers blooming in profusion on the balconies, creating a breathtaking sight.

The trunks linking the trees served as roads, connecting those treehouses together. Elves moved nimbly along the branches and trunks, and even when running, they never risked falling.

It was like how monkeys could climb trees—it was instinct...

Below the trunks, countless vines wound around them. Under the effects of magic, those vines had become swings, ladders, hammocks, and more.

The Elves lived to the south, while Blue Moon Lake lay to the north. Every morning, they could open their windows and see the shimmering waters of Blue Moon Lake, putting them in a wonderful mood~

William's group attracted quite a few curious looks. Some Elven children playing by the lake stared curiously at William, who led the group. One adorable little girl asked bluntly, "Mister, why aren't you all dirty?"

"..." William turned around and glanced at the Warriors behind him, whose faces were full of grievance. He immediately gave them a comforting look.

Then he dismounted, walked over to the little girl, and patted her tiny head. "Because you're shorter than me, so you wouldn't understand."

"..." The little Elven girl was dumbfounded. She did not quite understand what he meant. She did not even understand what his answer had to do with her question.

But by the time she came back to her senses, William had already left with his group.

And after thinking of fish, she went back to catching fish in Blue Moon Lake with her friends...

The Elves of Blue Moon Town did not show much surprise or delight at the arrival of their armored kin.

As a long-lived race, even if Elves suddenly met friends they had not seen for decades, they would not shout excitedly and rush into each other's arms.

Of course, unless they were particularly close, they would merely nod, drink some fruit wine, and talk about the interesting things they had done over the past few decades.

Their long lives had accustomed them to enjoying life at a leisurely pace.

Aside from genuine legion soldiers, most Elves, even if they were Professionals, still preferred appreciating art, experiencing the beauty of nature, and enjoying life rather than fighting and killing.

This also meant that the longer-lived an Elf was, the more experienced—and even terrifyingly exceptional—they became in a certain field.

For example, a true Elven Blacksmith who lived for more than a thousand years could eventually become a Grandmaster or a Legend, even with poor talent, so long as he genuinely enjoyed the craft.

After all, someone had once said that if a pig lived for ten thousand years, it could become a god.

Even if it did not become a god, a pig that had lived for ten thousand years would be a legend in itself...

Players had once ranked the ten greatest unsolved mysteries of the World of Gods.

Just how many Legendary-Class Professionals did the Elves have in their lifestyle professions?

No one could say for sure.

There were a damn lot of them, anyway...

The older an Elven Warrior was, the stronger he became. That was beyond doubt. Even if the quality of their battle aura and magic no longer changed and they could not advance in rank, their combat experience, techniques, and physical attributes would still slowly increase over time.

Just as old Dragons were powerful, no one liked provoking Elves who had lived for more than a thousand years.

These ancient Elves were shrewder than shrews, and their race even had the word "Elf" in its name.

They had endured too many wars and hardships in life. The moment they truly acted, they would absolutely make their enemies despair.

That was one reason why the Elves could remain standing and even become one of the continent's major races despite suffering devastating blows, so long as they did not seek to dominate the continent.

When the group reached the center of the Elven town and properly settled their horses, Lotner took William to find Blue Moon Town's administrator.

As for the other Warriors, their miserable appearances earned them invitations into the homes of hospitable Elves.

After all, Elves who did not live among humans rarely placed much importance on possessions. Generously entertaining fellow Elves was perfectly normal.

Of course, Elves were wealthy, and they did not care about such trifling things...

Elves also preferred being self-sufficient. As long as they lived in the forest, food and clothing were rarely real problems, while treasures simply accumulated in greater and greater quantities...

When William and Lotner arrived at the very center of Blue Moon Town, they both raised their heads and looked at the enormous being over three hundred meters tall.

It was a Moon Tree. Its roots were thick and sturdy, with a diameter of no less than several dozen meters. This single tree alone held more than a hundred treehouses...

The most astonishing part was this.

Whenever night fell.

The entire Moon Tree emitted a faint blue glow...

Obviously.

This was where the Moonlight Elves lived. The highest and most beautiful treehouse was likely the home of the Moonlight Elf little princess.

"Tsk, that's the treatment a princess gets..." William suddenly felt a little bitter—not for himself, but for the William from before.

"After all, she is the youngest princess of the Moonlight Elves. You should know that even her youngest brother or sister is more than eight hundred years older than her.

"Besides, the current Moonlight Elf King is already old and nearing the time when he will return to the embrace of the World Tree. How could he not be delighted to suddenly have a daughter like her?" Lotner curled his lip.

He seemed determined to make William understand the difference between them. After all, she was the Elven King's daughter...

William nodded gloomily. He was not actually dissatisfied...

He simply looked up and walked into the tree hollow beside the roots. As the residence of an Elven princess, did they expect the little princess to climb a tree in a dress and let everyone admire the Holy Light beneath her skirt?

Naturally, there had to be stairs!

After all, the tree was so thick...

The two entered the tree hollow without anyone stopping them.

The prerequisite was that both of them were Elves...

No one could even tell that William was a Half-Elf...

That was the key.

If members of another race had come here, they would have been watched closely long ago.

Of course, once the two reached the tree itself, a handsome male Moonlight Elf stopped them with a smile.

All Moonlight Elves had silver hair, and their eyes carried a faint silvery glow. He said, "Hello, my name is Arthur, the administrator of Blue Moon Town. May I ask who you are?

"What do you want, or is there anything I can help you with?"

William thought that was perfect. After hesitating briefly, he said directly, "I'm William Blackleaf. I have several hundred pounds of Mithril to sell!"

"Several hundred pounds of Mithril?" Arthur froze. As the princess's Knight and her administrator, he had not expected Mithril to be sold by the several-hundred-pound batch these days.

Then he seemed to remember something.

His eyes immediately widened as he looked at William...

William shrugged with an innocent expression.

Arthur's smile gradually disappeared, leaving his face expressionless. Then he decisively pointed at William. "Mithril? Wait here. I'll go get someone right away. Don't run..."

Lotner and William watched Arthur run off at top speed.

The two exchanged glances.

"Is he going to get someone to do business? Then why did he tell me not to run?" William scratched his head with a dry throat. He suddenly felt as though he were in elementary school again, with someone telling him not to run after school.

Lotner patted him on the shoulder. "Relax. At worst, not running after school means you'll get beaten up..."

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