Chapter 710 - Realm Fusion (10) (1/2)

Chapter 710: Realm Fusion (10)

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio  Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Andwar, the House of Elders

There was a steady stream of horse carriages outside the building. The High Elves in them were all clad in resplendent clothing, their faces dignified. When they got out their carriages, a couple of young attendants rushed forward to receive them. The High Elf Elders were then led to their respective seats in the House of Elders by them.

A High Elf Elder would usually bring along one or two of their most favored children to these meetings. In this case, the patriarch of the Feathermoon household had brought along his granddaughter, the Level-9 Magician Seve, while the Coldstar patriarch was escorted by two of his most exemplary children.

Soon, there was a din in the House of Elders. The elders greeted each other, while the young High Elves exchanged furtive words behind them.

Suddenly, an elder muttered, “Look, Raymond’s arrived.”

Despite the din, his voice rang out clearly in the building. At that moment, everyone turned around to look at Raymond.

Their eyes fell for a moment on Raymond. Then, they turned their gaze to the young modest-looking High Elf behind him.

Silence fell over the entire room the moment its occupants saw the young High Elf.

The young man was dressed in a modest fashion. Even his weapon of choice was a simple sword hanging from his waist. However, he exuded an indescribable aura. At that moment, everyone’s eyes were all glued on him.

He had become the center of their universe without even meaning to.

With the exception of Raymond, most of the High Elf Elders were models of excellence. Their presence had enabled the High Elves to stand on the pinnacle of the world’s racial hierarchy for so long. This meant that they too were endowed with an eye for excellence.

An uproar broke out in the House of Elders once more. The elders gave each other meaningful glances. All of them had come to the same conclusion. The World Tree must have brought Theodore Morgenstern to us as a means of retaliation against the demon!

The Feathermoon patriarch came over to greet Raymond. “Old friend, it’s been a while. Do you still remember the time we spent hunting in the hunting grounds up north?”

As one of the core noble houses in the Isle of Dawn, the Feathermoon household had never bothered with minor players like Morgenstern family. Raymond was surprised by this show of friendliness. He quickly inclined his head and said with a smile, “I didn’t think you would still remember that. I only remember making quite a fool of myself back then, hehe.”

At first, he assumed a more courteous tone when he spoke. However, as the conversation progressed, he began to speak more freely. The reason was simple. He knew that the only reason the Feathermoon patriarch had approached him was because of Theodore. His son had become quite a personality among the High Elves. Naturally, that made Raymond by extension someone worth talking to.

The other elders had also come over to greet him.

“Quite a remarkable son you have there, brother. A real chip off the old block, eh?”

“It’s all up to you now, old friend.”

“There’s no one here as accomplished as you, brother!”

Raymond had received so much praise from the elders that he was beginning to feel a bit uncomfortable. He then laughed out loud. “Praise be the World Tree! I’m afraid I can’t do this on my own. We will still need to work together if we hope to see this one out.”

The other elders nodded in agreement.

Just then, the High Elves’ anthem “Praise be Mother Nature” began playing outside the building’s entrance. In an instant, the room fell silent. All the elders stood up, their heads bent slightly. Sensing the grave undercurrents in today’s meeting, the younger High Elves followed suit, not daring to even let out a breath.

At that moment, the atmosphere in the room had become so oppressive that even the Level-9 Magician Seve found it hard to breathe.

Link had retreated to a corner, watching the building’s entrance from the corner of his eyes.

Footsteps sounded from outside the entrance. A few seconds later, the palace guards entered the House of Elders in green-gold uniforms. These Warriors had an average power level of Level-9. There were 30 of them in total. Five of them were Legendary masters. The most powerful among them had Level-11 pinnacle power.

Such power would have been more than sufficient to defend the island against any existing threats in Firuman.

However, times had changed. They would soon be reduced to a piece of foil for powerful presences like Saroviny and Link himself.

A minute later, two familiar figures appeared in the doorway. One belonged to the High Elf Queen, the other to Saroviny.

Link had seen the High Elf Queen once a couple of years ago in Ferde. Though she had aged considerably, she still retained her grace and vigor. In the game world, lots of players would circle around her like excitable toddlers. They were always the first to complete any missions given out by the queen.

However, the years had not been kind to the queen. Wrinkles had appeared on her forehead. The hair on her temples had grown white. Her elegant garb did little to mask the general air of lethargy around her.

Her machinations had been hampered by Link at every turn. The loss of her husband and daughter only exacerbated the emotional toll she had to endure.