He Was Only a Child

"Hmm?"

At the very center of Mading'er Market, Jon, a Title Magister immersed in meditation, suddenly opened his eyes. He instinctively glanced out the window and saw drifting yellow sand before turning to look at the female elf in white robes beside him.

The female elf sat quietly with her legs crossed, her eyes lowered like a monk's. Yet her brows were slender, her cheeks faintly flushed, and her slightly pursed lips resembled cherries. Even beneath the white robe, her mature figure could be seen, especially her two slender calves extending from under it, glistening with an oily sheen. Amid her holiness was a trace of pure allure.

White Tiger Priest!

The Elven Race's most mysterious group, wielding the most unique power of Sacrifice.

Anfuni, one of the Elven Queen's personal priests.

She had come to Madinger Town on a special mission: to urge Jon to set out at once.

The mist within Despair Forest was dispersing. They did not have much time left to make contact with the Eternal Ancient Tree. As one of the few Title Magisters among the Elven Race, Jon's advancement was of vital importance.

She did not want Jon wasting time on a descendant from whom there had not been the slightest news.

Death!

From the moment the Elven Race began its pilgrimage, they had already prepared for it.

Anyone might fall upon the road of pilgrimage. Even Jon was no exception.

Besides, Jon had already failed once. She did not want this Title Magister to be lost upon the pilgrimage road.

"The Wind Element is stirring!" Jon said. He disliked this woman, especially her habit of using the Elven Queen to pressure him.

Anfuni lightly furrowed her brows. He was a tough nut to crack. She likewise disliked Jon's attitude, but his status forced