In the end, Kroya decided to agree.
But there were some things he needed to make clear. "I can agree to this, but the Elven Kingdom is extremely hostile to outsiders. I can't promise how soon I'll have news for you."
He spread his hands. "My friend, you should know how difficult it would be for a human like me to gather information in the Elven Realm."
The Orpheus Oak shook their head unconcernedly.
"I've already waited six hundred years. Another six hundred wouldn't matter... My new friend, come talk to me whenever you have time."
That last sentence positively overflowed with loneliness.
There was even a hint of pleading in it.
For a Magic Plant like them, who had developed near-human intelligence, loneliness truly was the deadliest poison.
They felt that if they remained alone like this, they might even forget how to speak.
"All right."
Kroya agreed without hesitation.
After that, the man and the tree chatted about a few more things.
They discussed the Elves, the surrounding waters, and some information about the spells in the booklet. Only after two or three hours did Kroya rise to say goodbye.
Honestly, he had gained a great deal from this visit-the Orpheus Oak had a profound understanding of Nature Magic, and even a few casual demonstrations had opened his eyes.
Their offhand mention of how they had gradually transformed the sunken ship was an even greater treasure to Kroya.
He might now know how to use the Woodstar Curving Vine King to make further modifications to the castle.
"Goodbye, my dear friend!"
The Orpheus Oak watched Kroya leave. In just that short time, he had already gone from a new friend to a dear friend.
Before he left, they repeatedly reminded him to visit whenever he had time.
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