Chapter 723 - The Sad Elf (1/2)

“I saw a naked elf!”

Roland: Huh?

I’m not sleepy when you say this… No, why is there a naked elf in this little town?

Also, is this elf a male or a female?

Roland looked a little confused.

He was here to find the enemy of the Goddess of Magic, and the place looked like it had once been sealed.

But the question was… how did an elf jump out of there?

He was supposed to be dealing with a human Mage from over a hundred years ago.

The kind that could almost kill Mystra.

Was he mistaken—was this place not where the seal was?

Was the Mage sealed elsewhere?

Looking at Roland’s slightly perplexed expression, Polisila said, “That male elf has such a great body, especially that whip, which is significantly larger than my husband’s. Unfortunately, it was so dark last night that I couldn’t get a good look at his face.”

Roland was speechless.

Elves were known for being slim, including the men.

This only meant that her husband’s was really small.

Not wanting to hear any of this stuff, Roland asked, “What happened to the elf?” “Gone.” Polisila sighed sadly. “I am only a magic apprentice, and even till now I haven’t been able to use magic beyond Hand of Magic, so how could I possibly dare to stop an elf in his tracks.”

This was a good point.

Elves had spellcasting abilities even as commoners because of their long lifespan.

The best time for humans to learn was the period between the ages of six and thirty.

But Elves were at their best learning age for life.

So an adult elf, even a commoner, was way stronger than a normal human.

Not to mention the elven professionals.

“About which way did he go?” asked Roland again.

Polisila shook her head. “He disappeared with a whoosh. I didn’t see.”

It seemed that such a question would indeed be difficult for a magic apprentice to answer.

Roland left this magic potion shop and once again went to the area near the sealed yellow mud field.

He spread his mental power for a detailed, careful exploration.

He finally found something else that was off.

He saw several pots sitting in a secret compartment somewhere underground.

Using Stone to Mud, he parted the ground and then summoned Hands of Magic to bring out the pots and opened the lids one by one.

Roland then saw that it was filled with fresh blood.

This led to the following display in Roland’s system interface.

Item: Magically Modified Elven Blood (Epic)

Effect: When consumed by ordinary people, it increases the upper limit of their lifespan by a certain amount. The exact value of the increase is determined by the user’s physique and whether or not they have a hidden bloodline.

Roland froze.

This thing was no ordinary item at first glance, so why didn’t he notice it before?

He examined the exterior of the pot and found the subtle marks of magic arrays, then examined and studied it a little more and found it to be a hidden array.

A divination one that could make people subtly ignore it and pretend they didn’t see it.

Roland fell for it at first.

But his high mental strength and the seriousness of his probing this time had led him to find these things.

“Good stuff.”

Roland stored the pot in his Backpack.

In the game, anything that added lifespan was good, mainly because it could be sold for money.

This kind of stuff didn’t mean much to the players.

This was because as a professional increased in strength, their lifespan would also increase continuously.

For example, Roland, who was now a Master Mage, had a life expectancy limit in the game of two hundred and seventy-three years.

This item could be sold to game NPCs for lots of money.

And it could also be used by Vivian, as well as Stephanie.

Probably neither of them had a high life expectancy.

Andonara didn’t need it; her lifespan was even a good deal higher than Roland’s. He then circled around the sealed place a few times before finally taking out a straight stick from his Backpack and sticking it in the dirt.

“Benediction: point out the direction of the elf that left from this sealed place.”

The stick fell backward to the west with a thud.

Roland’s body swayed slightly, and the negative effects of Lesser Benediction came as expected, but they were blocked by Roland’s mental and magic power, and had no effect.

It was a completely different experience than in reality. Proving, once again, how poorly Roland’s physical strength was in reality.

Cloud Flight carried his body into the air and then flew westward.

He had spread out his mental power high up in the air, floating about thirty meters or so in the sky, searching every inch of grass and forest below with his mental power.

He had a feeling that the elf that had disappeared could surprise him greatly.

In this way, he kept flying west, and after about two hours, he landed on the ground and used Lesser Benediction again to find the direction where the elf was, then adjusted his course slightly and continued on.

Roland’s magic power limit seemed too exaggerated in the eyes of someone of the same level; it had been several hours since he had been flying and searching with his mental power all the way, and his magic power had not dropped below fifty percent.

Then, in the late afternoon, he finally caught up with his target.

A topless elf with a simple wooden bow, a ring of leaves around his waist, was running furiously.

At that time, Roland’s mental threads had wound their way into the vicinity.

This elf was clearly a professional, and one with a dual profession.

He noticed Roland’s mental threads the moment they approached, then turned and ran backward.

He quickly saw the white cloud chasing him through the air based on where the mental threads were coming from.

“Mage!”

The male elf’s face twisted as he backed up, shouting into the air as he did so, before drawing that simple wooden bow of his.

There was no arrow, but the moment he pulled the string, a green arrow was fired, whooshing into the air and making a turn. The arrow pierced the white clouds without a sound.

It was as if it was swallowed by something.

The elf’s face paled, then he turned and ran forward desperately. He was so fast that even the leaves around his waist came off, the thing flinging out and about, casting afterimages.

But it still didn’t work.

Several huge Hands of Magic floated down through the air, easily catching up with him and pinning him to the ground.

“Let go of me, you vile Mage.” The male elf struggled hard. “My people will come for me, you’re dead—the druids would never abandon a clan member who is lost in the wild.”

He struggled desperately.

It seemed that he wouldn’t give in.