Two days later, a carriage left the main road west of Bunta City and turned onto a path leading into the mountains.
A slender arm lifted the curtain, and Vivian poked her little face out of the carriage window. After looking at the scenery outside, she could not help exclaiming, "So the dwarves all live deep in mountains like these! No wonder they used to be so hard to find."
"That was before. It's easy to see them now," Stille's voice drifted out from inside. "Vivian, once the guild goes back to work, just visit its Magic Machine Tool Workshop whenever you want to see dwarves. You'll find hundreds of them there at any time."
"Mm." Vivian nodded firmly. "I suppose the people of Bunta City aren't that curious about dwarves anymore?"
"But they should still be very curious about the Elf Race, wouldn't you say, Miss Anise?" Stille turned toward Anise on the other side of the carriage as she asked that last question.
Anise considered it seriously, then nodded. "They probably are. We of the Elf Race dislike contact with humans even more than the Dwarf Race do. We haven't appeared before humans for several hundred years, so it's only natural for them to be curious about us."
"But now your tribe is about to reveal itself to humans. Doesn't that make you nervous, Miss Anise?" Stille asked.
A hint of helplessness entered Anise's voice. "We have no choice. Our tribe is facing difficulties, and it seems only you humans have a way to solve them. To survive, we have no choice but to reveal ourselves to humans again. Besides, I think President Xu is right. Not all humans are bad. There are good people like President Xu, who genuinely want to help us solve our problems, and