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Chapter 352 Moonlit Meeting

"Maybe you should trust me more..." an ethereal female voice sounded.

"——Lord Zephyrion."

The elf Seran, who had confronted Cynthia that day, now bent down and sat on the ground next to the black dragon. He raised his hand and cast healing magic for him. The bright green halo sank into the black dragon's body. Although it could not restore him, it could make him feel better for a short time.

"We really want to help you, but we have to figure out what hurt you." Another elf next to them also tried to comfort them.

However, the black dragon curled up under the world tree and refused to respond to the elf's words. Only heavy and difficult breathing could be heard.

"It is not time for eternal sleep yet, my lord. Aren't you going to wait for Lady Fustwin to return?" The elf was very worried about his negative attitude.

The Black Dragon finally responded. He raised his head which was lying on the ground, turned to the other side and lay down again. He didn't want to look at the crowd in front of him. He just thought they were noisy.

"You..." Seran sighed as he looked at the black dragon that had lost the will to live.

"Many children came to peek at you today. You must have seen it, right?" Seran looked at the little heads flashing by in the shadows of the trees in the distance and said in a gentle voice, "Many of them saw you for the first time, so they are very curious about you. Please forgive their rudeness, but they are so excited because--"

"Like me, they have never seen the glory of the Mother Goddess. In the children's hearts, she is just an image on the mural. Every year at the Harvest Festival, the elderly are always asked by the children, does the Mother Goddess really exist?"

"...Of course." Black Dragon finally spoke, but still faced them with the back of his head.

"Yes, so your appearance in the mural makes the children extremely excited. They are willing to believe that if you are real, then the Mother Goddess must also be real. My lord... you are the proof that the Mother Goddess once walked the world." Seran said in a gentle voice.

"Lord Fustewin has not appeared for a long time. If you choose to disappear, the children in the future will only regard the heroes of the holy war as distant legends. Perhaps in another thousand years, no one will remember their names."

The black dragon's body rose and fell with his breathing. The priests under the World Tree waited for a long time before they finally heard him speak again.

"…It's Fustwen." Zephirian's voice was filled with infinite desolation, causing the elves present to look at each other in bewilderment.

"She left a blessing of life to a girl."

"...What else?" Seran suppressed the shock in his heart and asked calmly.

The black dragon refused to speak.

"Lord Zephirion, you have more than one wound on your body. Even...even if it is really a blessing of life, we can heal you." A priest said.

They have tried all kinds of potions and healing spells, but Lord Zephirion's injuries have not healed and he is getting weaker day by day. This is a giant dragon with strong vitality.

"I will be buried here from now on." Zephirian just looked at the golden tree above his head with a melancholy look. "You must plant hanging grass and poison nettles around me, and don't let those nasty little ghosts disturb me."

Seran sighed, stood up and motioned for everyone else to leave.

They silently stepped onto the magic-driven wooden cart and came to a circular open area not blocked by trees. There were several tall stone chairs surrounding a huge shallow pool in the middle. Sitting on the stone chairs by the pool, they could just see the moon in the pool.

This is the Moon Viewing Flower Terrace, one of the meeting places for the managers of the Elf Forest. If it is a night meeting, they will come here without any prior arrangement.

"How is it, Seran?" A handsome male elf was already sitting on one of the chairs, supporting his head with his hands, looking at the scenery in the pool, his every move revealing a lazy and luxurious air.

"At least I'm more useful than you." Seran sighed and leaned on an empty chair. At this moment, the chairs by the pool were finally full.

After years of chaos following the mysterious death of Elf King Elrohir, the Elf Forest is now governed by twelve elected elves, a system that has continued for many years.

"We must save his life. He is the Mother Goddess's beloved." Another elf in gorgeous moon-colored robes had a worried look on his face.

"He insisted that it was Fustwen who hurt him." Seran leaned in his chair, worry flashing in his eyes. "But if it was just a blessing of life, even if it was left by Lord Fustwen, it would not hurt an adult dragon like this. It's more like-"

She stopped.

"Oh, Seran! Don't keep us in suspense. Are we the children waiting for you to tell bedtime stories?" The male elf who spoke first had no patience at all. Although he had a handsome face, he was always mean.

"It's more like the backlash of the power of the law." Seran glanced at him and said quickly.

"I heard that he made a contract with some humans, right? What if we help him kill all of that tribe? Then the contract should be terminated, just like when mother and the others went to rescue the orc slaves!" The leader of the Night's Watch, Aphra, shook her hand, letting the cold and smooth dagger slide from her sleeve into her hand.

"Where did this war maniac come from?" The male elf deliberately raised his beautiful chin and looked around, pretending not to see Aphra.

"Stop it, Mistto." Another steady, older male elf interrupted their bickering to avoid diverting the topic. "So what is the purpose of calling us here today?"

"Maybe it's not as simple as the punishment for breaking the oath. Don't be impulsive, Aphra." Seran responded to Aphra's guess and then continued -

"The cause still needs further investigation, but in any case, ordinary treatments can no longer repair Lord Zephirion's increasingly deteriorating body, so I would like to discuss with you whether you agree to cut some sap from the World Tree to wash away the curse on him." Seran's face was serious.

The World Tree is a magnificent existence that supports the heaven and earth, and is the sacred cradle of the origin of all things. It contains a source of vitality that is hotter than the stars and deeper than the ocean. Perhaps only the sap containing such power can save Zephirion.

But the tree didn't belong to anyone, and she couldn't make such a decision easily on her own.

"I agree." Aphra was the first to raise her hand to vote. Their young generation did not have much awe for the World Tree. Since it could save people, they would just take it.

The elf who had just stopped them from quarreling showed hesitation on his face, "Are we being disrespectful—"

"But that's Lord Zephirion, a hero in the holy war. Are we just going to watch him die? Moreover, if he is really seriously injured by the power of the law, the sap of the world tree may be the only way." Seran thought about the painful expression of the black dragon and showed reluctance on his face.

"I agree." Mistto, who represented the royal elves, rarely disagreed with Aphra and turned his attention to the opponents.

"Please, Lynx, can you druids stop putting your animal instincts on the table and circle your territory around the World Tree?"

"It's obviously you who have made the World Tree look less and less like its original appearance." Links is a conservative elf, and druids are close to nature. They are not impressed by the prosperous scene of the Elven Forest today. They still prefer the more primitive forests and the company of animals.

"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven - ha! You lose!" Mistto was too lazy to pay attention to the old-fashioned Links, but just counted the people who raised their hands. Most of them agreed to cut some sap to treat the hero.

Seran and the priests behind her breathed a sigh of relief, and several of them immediately walked out to prepare for collecting sap.

"Since you think cutting a hole in the World Tree is a trivial matter, don't call me for such a trivial matter next time." Links was still a little dissatisfied and complained in a low voice as he stood up.

"Please sit for a while, Links, the night is still long." Seran stopped him.

The matter of Zephyrion was just the appetizer for tonight's meeting.

"I'm not calling everyone here today just for Lord Zephirion." Seran folded her slender hands together and straightened her back. Whenever she looked like this, there must be something important.

"It's more about... the whereabouts of Lady Fustwin, and -

There are rumors of void beasts reappearing on the East Coast."

The moonlight was bright, and the elves who were distracted came back to their senses after hearing this and looked in the direction of Seran.