A group of warriors dressed in thin silver armor, each with a green bow slung over their back, walked over in single file; each individual was tall and slender. They all looked incredibly handsome, and their ears were slightly pointed; they were clearly from the Elf race.

The one in the lead had silver hair, but his complexion was smooth like a young man’s. His eyes were hale and hearty, without any sign of aging. Elder Wu recognized the man as one of the Elf King Manor’s eight great elders, Qiao Wei. His brow furrowed slightly. Why would the Elf King Manor’s people appear in this place?

The previous night, the crown prince had fed ‘that’ kind of drug to the Elf race’s Princess Snow, but then she had been taken away by that assassin to who knew where. However, her purity was most likely forfeit. Could it be that the Elf race received news of this and came to castigate us?

But that shouldn’t be! Even if that were the case, they should be going to the crown prince, right?

Qiao Wei saw that Elder Wu and the Golden Crow Guards were...