Ms. Thrandis's expression changed slightly. She hesitated for a while and nodded to the knight-to-be: "Nice to meet you, Mr. Knight-to-be. The weather is really nice today."
"..."
Her daughter also greeted Griffith happily: "Hello, big brother, the fertility rate has dropped again this year, dropped again!"
…
"You can't talk like that!" Galadia watched Ms. Thrandis and her daughter leave with an embarrassed look on her face. She turned around and grabbed Griffith and whispered, "You are a human. It's up to you to say this." It's like harassment."
"Why, why?" Griffith asked stammering, sweating profusely.
"Because you don't have fertility problems, you say that as if you can do it for us," Galadia pinched him hard, "Think about it carefully, ugh, it's really obscene! Ms. Thrandis is beautiful And noble, you, hey, what should you do~"
Really, really embarrassing. Griffith touched the tip of his nose and lowered his head.
"Really, why do you say that?" Galadia rubbed her long hair and muttered, "We are different..."
The air was silent for a moment.
Miss Elf's movement of rubbing her head suddenly froze, as if she saw thunder and lightning flashing over Griffith's head.
"I, that's not what I meant..." Galadia was a little flustered, her eyes wandering and not daring to look into the knight's eyes, "I mean, the situations of elves and humans are different, and we need to think about each other. "
The meaning of this sentence is actually similar to the previous sentence.
The two of them were like walking on a single-plank bridge across the valley. If they made any mistakes, they would fall. There were traps and taboos on both sides.
Seeing that the two of them were already standing on the precipice of the quarrel, Griffith fumbled in his pocket, pulled out a notebook, and wrote with a pen: "I will review and sum up my experience in the future work and life." Learn lessons, earnestly study and implement the customs and etiquette of Canaan, and carry out self-criticism based on reality..."
"Where did you learn these endless clichés~" The girl smiled and patted him on the arm.
"How can you call it a cliche? These are all corrective measures that will be implemented in action." The prospective knight shook his head repeatedly and turned back in his notebook to a page full of itinerary. "Next, I heard that Canaan The farm and the Great Rift Valley are very interesting, no, they are worth on-the-spot investigation~”
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When dusk falls, Canaan is lit up by crystalline and gentle light. Gem-like hangings and crystals hanging from buildings and treetops shine with pure light. The white jade-like streets are steaming with light blue light. During the day, the splendid city becomes a quiet holy land of light blue. The occasional singing of orioles and nightingales makes the place peaceful and beautiful. Snowflake-like illusory light flakes fall from the treetops and eaves, flying among the pearl and jade pendants, just like a fairy tale.
Griffith had been playing here for a whole day, but he was still attracted by this unimaginable scenery.
Canaan was indeed bathed in smoke-free light, just like the legend said.
"This is the light of psychic crystals. The larger ones are suspended in the magic matrix and charge the nearby small crystals. They can not only illuminate, but also drive many magic items." Galadia walked side by side with him, as always Not walking in a straight line, pushing him off the humanoid path from time to time.
She raised her hand and stroked the light blue light mist, adding a bit of mystery to her beauty: "This is the huge underground magic energy network all over Canaan that transmits magic power to various nodes. The light mist is the diffuse energy and air. Diffraction phenomenon after the action of particles."
Although I don’t understand it, it makes people feel very powerful. Griffith smelled it, and there was no other smell except the fragrance in the air: "Is it the loss that is diffused? The energy consumption of supplying the whole city in this way must be staggering!"
"Who knows," the girl spread her hands, "Our energy is infinite and we don't care about losing this little bit. The eternally glorious Kingdom of God on earth is not for nothing!"
As soon as she finished speaking, the bright light like a sea of stars flickered for a moment, and then suddenly became brighter.
Before Griffith could ask what was going on, the entire neighborhood suddenly fell into silent darkness, and the lighting and light mist disappeared.
Griffith, who had learned the lesson before, remained silent and even looked forward to it. He felt that this must be some important event, maybe it was arranged by Galadia, and she was preparing to give him a surprise in the dark!
After about five minutes, the light returned again, and everything was as normal, as if nothing had happened.
Miss Elf rubbed the ends of her hair beside her ears, with a bit of embarrassment on her face: "Yes, that's it. Recently, I heard that there is some malfunction in the magic power transmission pipeline. It will happen like this in a short time..."
"oh--"
Griffith asked nothing in detail. In this beautiful blue and white night scene, he was in a very good mood, and he was even looking forward to what would happen if he stayed in the dark.
Galadia silently led him to the temple of the Starlight Goddess where human visitors stayed.
This is a temple that guides and protects travelers. From the main function point of view, it is also a unique hotel in Canaan. Like other elven facilities, you do not need to pay a single centime for accommodation and food. All human beings who come to Canaan should rest and stay here or in similar places. If they want to stay in the sponsor's home, they need to declare in advance.
There are high domes, dark oak wall panels and two-person-high floor-to-ceiling windows. There is also a pleasant cool breeze in the air, making guests feel more comfortable.
The person in charge was a half-elf. He registered the prospective knight's identity information and gave him a room on the second floor.
"It's so convenient~" Griffith sincerely admired this place where you can do anything for free, then turned to Galadia and asked, "Would you like to come up and sit down?"
Miss Elf was stunned for a moment, her face as red as the sunset. She whispered "See you tomorrow" and escaped with a squeak.
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The temple is beautiful, but the appearance of the building is a bit odd, a mix of many different architectural styles. The temple's solid base is deeply embedded in the limestone of the river bank, like a bulldozed castle. Three floors of spacious and bright rooms are capped with beautiful stone on the base.
It is built on the edge of the limestone cliff and the elven residential area. From the second-floor window, you can see the spiers of the Nebula Temple and the pleasing dome of the Archon's Residence in the distance. The terrace on the other side can have a bird's-eye view of the valley and the valley in the distance. A vast farm.
The furnishings in the room are very elegant, with floral window panes outlining the exquisite shapes. The white fir and oak floors are covered with fine wool carpets. The bathroom is completely paved with white porcelain. The washbasin, bathtub and floor are all white and smooth. .
However, this place is different from the outside. The light that does not require candlelight and lamp oil cannot be introduced indoors. On the table in front of the window is an oil lamp that humans are accustomed to using. There is a bookshelf next to the small bed, on which are neatly placed the history and songs of elves written in human language.
Griffith leaned back on the bed in a relaxed mood, took out a book and started reading.
The history of the founding of Canaan looks like a fairy tale. The supreme gods descended into the world, bringing eternal fire and knowledge, and bestowing blessings on their descendants, the elves.
This book looks very tiring. The clauses are complex, the parallelisms are grand, the elusive phrasing and classical humanistic mumbo jumbo endless. Griffith read it for a long time, then summed it up and found that the book said nothing. The history of Canaan was just that short paragraph.
The contents of the other books are a bit scary. The elves who had just established their home were attacked by cannibal trolls. They hid in the dense forests and darkness, attacked farms and cities, and captured the elves for evil sacrifices.
The trolls are so crazy that they are almost terrifying. They gradually find that girls are more able to please the evil gods. They capture some every year and take them to the top of the altar, injecting evil into the girls with twisted dances and flute sounds. The elven girls have become the containers of the terrifying gods wandering in the wilderness. The volcanoes in the distance will erupt with flames, and the evil gods express their joy and satisfaction.
The stories are too obscure and general, and the details of evil gods and sacrifices are not mentioned at all.
Griffith initially thought it was a translation problem, but after carefully reading the original text with a dictionary, he found that the author clearly intended to make it obscure and difficult to understand, and the original version was also incomprehensible.
The text is full of horrifying descriptions, the narrative is fragmented, and the hemming and hawing of fear, guilt, and ambiguity makes things even more horrifying. The trolls who lived near Canaan were a group of hereditary demons who lived in shimmering caves, defiled purity, raised filthy livestock, and fed on their blood, gelatin, and organs.
In the end, the trolls were defeated by the God's Favorite and their allies, and could no longer launch sneak attacks in the darkness.
The protagonists of the story are the elves headed by Villanoy, Sylph, Undine, Salamandis, Norman, Hades, and Amon. They have obtained light, wind, water, fire, earth, The blessings of the seven powers of darkness and spirit.
These seven powers are generally slightly consistent with the six normal states of fire, ice, thunder, air, light, and darkness in dust crystals. It may be that the names and classifications of different civilizations are different. Griffith made a comparison and felt that the references of wind and thunder might be similar, but in different forms; in addition, the power of the earth and spirit were not reflected in the dust crystals.
With the blessing of mysterious power, the elves devastated the trolls' fortresses and armies, driving them into remote swamps and deep forests. Trolls once built many cities across the vast world. But the rise of elves and humans destroyed their civilization. Although they are powerful and brave, their affinity and understanding of magic are far from being comparable to that of elves and humans, so defeat is inevitable.
The trolls' golden empire was destroyed in the flames of war, civilization was cut off, and cities were destroyed one after another. The tribes retreated to distant mountains and forests, and even succumbed to the power of the orcs and became warriors and priests of their army. Only a few temple strongholds still hold on to ancient and fragmented knowledge.
These histories are recorded in general magic and archeology textbooks. Although they are very old, they are widely disseminated.
The history becomes clearer after that.
"Humans became allies of the elves, and together they lived through the turbulent second half of the First Age." That's it.
Griffith turned the page and discovered that what followed was the story of the Second Age.
Hello! What about the second half of the First Age? Who tore out the middle story? Griffith was half-infuriated by the shameless fragmentation. He jumped out of bed and, without sleeping, looked through other books to see if there was any narration.
The elves didn't pay much attention to that period of history, and occasionally briefly mentioned a few of the terrible wars that took place at that time, and they were even more precious about words about humans.
Griffith angrily threw the book on the carpet.
"Those stupid pointy-eared roe deers!"
