“I was just kidding…”
Cassius spread his hands, grinning as he watched Luo Yi raise his heavy sword.
“It seems my cousin is a very important person to you.”
This red-haired brat looks exactly like a little wolfdog.
The expression of having something precious taken away—it’s exactly the same as mine…
“My old man said the engagement can’t be settled too early. I, Cassius Leoncote, am the heir to a marquis family… I should keep a proper distance and courtesy from my cousin.”
The blond young man spoke politely.
“The engagement was my aunt’s own idea—but my father and grandfather rejected it.”
“Besides, my cousin is too young.”
The womanizer finally said something true.
“A little girl just starting to develop at thirteen or fourteen—too young. I don’t like them small!”
Cassius said.
“Guys who are into little girls should be careful not to get struck by lightning!”
“You should know, any ambitious youth in the kingdom should go to the royal capital and marry the kingdom’s jewel…”
Cassius’s face carried a smile, perfectly fitting a spirited young man around twenty years old.
He spread his hands and spoke bluntly.
“Princess Salome is the one I have my heart set on…”
The Third Princess of the Kingdom of Northern Norsenia, Salome, was a mature, elegant, and intellectual princess… twenty years old, similar in age to Cassius, a better match…
“Stop staring, he’s just a lovesick fool.”
Evelyn crouched down and removed her hood inside the tent.
Pointed ears, golden curls more noble than Cassius’s tied into a ponytail hanging down to her chest, and a pair of light green eyes like jewels.
An ancient silver bracelet engraved with patterns of leaves and vines was on her wrist…
“Let me introduce myself. I’m Evelyn, from the Elven Kingdom—that lecherous one is Cassius, the biggest narcissist you’ll ever find among humans.”
Evelyn pointed a small finger.
“And that one who drank too much and was itching to fight you is Eric. He’s still not over the alcohol…”
That was true.
Eric looked dejected, plopping down in a corner of the tent, waving weakly at Luo Yi, his thick black hair drooping like withered weeds.
“Well fought, little bro!”
“Eric doesn’t use his head much, but he’s not bad at heart.”
Evelyn shrugged, then her feline green eyes stared at Luo Yi like a specter.
“And you—you’re the strangest one…”
The elf girl’s lips moved.
“You’re Bali Saihe’s student…”
Luo Yi frowned.
Her voice grew softer and softer, even casting a glance toward Cassius before continuing—he was dragging Eric off to “sober up” from the Dragon Blood Wine…
Good, they left.
Evelyn sighed in relief.
“Bali Saihe has a kind heart. He…”
Evelyn hesitated.
“Anyway, Luo Yi, you’re special. That old man wouldn’t take you as his disciple for no reason.”
“Well, thank you?”
Luo Yi was puzzled, wondering why an elf would come here.
The world of Patagonia was cruel, especially in the era dominated by humans—Frank, the great emperor in human history, was recorded in elven history books as the butcher who destroyed their homeland.
Since then, the elves had been forced to split north and south, fleeing everywhere.
Some took refuge in the forests of the Central Mountain Range, still untouched and unexplored by humans, becoming a sanctuary for the elves over the next five hundred years, barely preserving their ancient culture and knowledge.
Some fled to the Northern Rainforest, where the hot, humid environment was extremely inhospitable to humans.
Though they faced the risk of competing with Lizardmen tribes, the northern elves survived—though in a divided way.
Those elves became what humans called Drow Elves, Dark Elves.
Mainly dark-skinned, ruthless… also different from their southern elven cousins in terms of faith.
In short, in the era after humanity’s rise, the elves were forced to swallow the bitter fruit of national division.
And that meant the elven race was uninterested in the long Centennial War between humans and the Demon Race.
Because they were clear about grudges—it was humanity that rose up, crossing the sea from across the ocean to replace them.
Thus, the Demon Race was just another new force crossing from a different direction.
The elves had no motive to ally with humans…
Therefore, over the long years, the greatest difficulty for the human allied forces to converge was actually the Central Mountain Range.
The elven survivors and Dwarf clans there disliked the sudden arrival of human armies.
Then, the supreme commander of that army persuaded the Wise King of the elves and the Elder of the dwarves to let them pass, using the most polite and sincere tone.
That man was Bali Saihe.
The young Bali Saihe.
Evelyn remembered that man.
“The first time Bali Saihe visited, I was still a little princess standing beside my father listening.”
Evelyn smiled wryly.
“Luo Yi, you’re special—I believe the old man’s judgment won’t be wrong.”
“And I also trust your judgment.”
Evelyn said.
“During the fight, you actually noticed that out-of-control axe.”
“Anyone would notice that, wouldn’t they? My family always says sharp objects need to be watched—”
“You’re really still a little boy.”
Evelyn cupped Luo Yi’s cheeks with her ten fingers.
“You have a kind heart, just like Bali Saihe.”
Warmth covered Luo Yi’s forehead.
Then, a blush of embarrassment rushed to Luo Yi’s cheeks!
Evelyn had actually kissed his forehead!
Luo Yi was no longer clean!
He came to find Sister Xue La—he didn’t want to get involved with elves!
Luo Yi quickly pushed Evelyn away, looked for a basin in the tent, and frantically scrubbed his forehead…
“Silly boy.”
Evelyn’s fingers touched her pink lips, smiling.
Because Cassius and Eric had returned.
“Evelyn is a lecher too.”
The heir of the Leoncote family shrugged.
“Are you trying to eat a human child? The legends say—”
“That’s all made up by you humans. We elves are… faithful…”
Evelyn retorted…
“Let me reiterate: if it weren’t for those Orcs migrating from the far south, destroying the watchtowers and other facilities my people built along the way, causing massive casualties… I would never condescend to ally with you humans!”
Evelyn said.
“I wouldn’t stick close to you smelly humans!”
Luo Yi was still washing his face.
The elves had resentment toward humans, but also owed a debt of gratitude to Bali Saihe.
However, afterward, the elves had a deeper grudge against the Demon Race, so they changed their minds and chose to join the human ranks…
***
Now there were four in the team—the wolf-slaying action could proceed.
Eric’s occupation seemed to be Berserker, good at forest running and reconnaissance, with a horn cup hanging around his neck containing his favorite Dragon Blood Wine.
Cassius was a Spearman, skilled in spear art—whatever monster came, one thrust would kill it.
Evelyn, as an elf naturally attuned to magic, naturally held a staff as a Spellcaster—with her, the team had the greatest confidence to contend with the King of Direwolves, Lubulizi.
And Luo Yi was the final, and greatest, variable in this team.
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