Wizard: This witcher is not doing his job

Chapter 121 A Hundred Years Old Elf Girl
This is not too big a room, the floor is painted with a rather precise magic circle with some kind of special purple paint.

In the four corners of the magic circle, four huge braziers seem to be burning bright yellow flames forever, and in the center of the magic circle, there is a golden spinning top that seems to be made of gold, quietly placed there .

After arriving in the room, Toruwell closed the door, and she first glanced back at Wayne, signaling him to get ready.

Then he stretched out his arm, revealing an inscription bracelet forged from an unknown metal. After putting it to his mouth, he began to chant some spell in a low voice.

Toruville's voice is very beautiful, at least a little more beautiful than Keira and Maisie. If she can become a bard, she may be very popular.

When Wayne was thinking this way, the golden spinning top in the center of the magic circle suddenly started to spin, and as the golden spinning top turned, the air above the magic circle began to twist continuously, accompanied by a loud tearing sound. In a few seconds, a powerful magic power tore open a portal above the magic circle, like a chaotic portal in the void.

This is the first time Wayne has seen the portal of the Witcher world. Although he has used it several times in the game, it is the first time he has seen it with his own eyes.

Toruwell retracted the bracelet on her wrist, then looked at Wayne, and said softly:
"You don't have any experience with portals, Wayne?"

"It's okay, this portal is controlled by Ms. Francesca herself, it's very safe, but the experience of traveling through time and space is indeed a bit uncomfortable, bear with it and it will pass."

After finishing speaking, the female elf gave Wayne a follow-up look, and took the initiative to walk into the seemingly empty portal.

After hesitating for a second, Wayne took a light breath, gritted his teeth and walked in.

Facts have proved that, as Toluwell said, the experience of traveling through the portal is not pleasant, it is like putting you in a washing machine that spins at high speed, making you unable to distinguish up, down, left, right, south, east, north, as if all The direction has been reversed, and the internal organs feel like they are bumping into the body.

After a few seconds, maybe tens of seconds, Wayne suddenly felt light all over his body, and his feet hit the ground. The physical fitness and strong sense of balance of the witcher prevented him from falling to the ground, and he recovered quickly. normal.

He raised his head and observed the surrounding environment, and found that he was in an elf palace with a beautiful environment, and Toruwell was standing not far away, his body was shaking a little, his face was a little pale, it seemed that he hadn't passed through the teleportation array yet. Get rid of the sequelae.

After a few more seconds, the female elf seemed to get rid of the influence. She turned her head and smiled at Wayne, then pointed to the beautiful and magnificent buildings and all kinds of exquisite flowers and trees around her with her fingers, and said with a little pride :
"This is the elf palace located in Baihua Valley. Although it was not well-known in the past, it is the best preserved elf palace in the world today."

Hearing this, Wayne carefully looked at the surrounding scenery again, and found that it was indeed very beautiful, with statues of various shapes, colorful murals and ingenious architectural shapes, full of epics in the fantasy world he imagined feel.

But at this time, the entire palace seemed quite deserted. There were neither fully-armed elf guards nor graceful elf maids in skirts. It was empty everywhere, with a desolate look that had already faded away.

Toruwell introduced as he walked, and from time to time explained some glorious history of the elves, as if he wanted to increase Wayne's recognition and sense of belonging to the elves in this way.

Of course, Wayne would not refuse the female elf's enthusiasm, at least on the surface he pretended to listen carefully.

Soon, the two passed through the front yard of the garden, passed through the magnificent hall, and passed through a large back garden decorated with rockery fountains and various precious trees, and came to a beautiful small lake in the palace .

Before the two of them approached, a beautiful melody played on an elf flute entered Wayne's ears.

The sound of the performance is beautiful, long and long, as if it comes from an epic eternity, as if it is telling the ups and downs of how a race that survived the disaster, how to build a splendid civilization by self-reliance in a barren land.

Wayne looked along the sound of the performance, and in an elegant and exquisite gazebo, a beautiful elf wearing a white princess dress, with long dark golden hair hanging around, with a beautiful appearance and a pair of sky blue eyes, was sitting on a long On the chair, he played that epic song with all his heart.

Seeing Francesca for the first time, Wayne couldn't help but gasp. He didn't expect such a beautiful woman to exist in the world. Even in the age when he was bombarded by various online videos, he never saw Such beauty.

Although the sorceress in front of me is several hundred years old, she looks full of a pure and innocent girlishness, as if the most beautiful time has been frozen on her body, and because of the power of the strongest sorceress Strength, it seems that there is a sense of detachment that is detached from the world.

In this way, one person played and two people listened. Until Francesca finished playing the whole song, Wayne couldn't help letting out a sigh of relief, feeling a little regretful about the end of this beautiful melody.

Just as she was feeling emotional, the beautiful elf girl in the gazebo had already set her eyes on the two of them. She opened her red lips and said in a pleasant voice:

"Welcome, Sir Toruwell, and this, um, Mr. Witcher."

She put down the elf flute, stood up, pointed to the table beside her with her white fingers, and invited softly:

"I have someone prepare a dinner. It's all elves' unique food. Come on, let's talk while eating."

Hearing this, Toluwell bowed slightly and saluted, and Wayne also recovered from the beauty of the elf sorceress, and walked into the pavilion together.

There were not many dishes on the table, except for a plate of fish of unknown type, there was also a bowl of clear soup, a few plates of vegetables and fruits, although they were fragrant, they looked very light.

But when Francesca also sat opposite Wayne, a charming fragrance entered Wayne's nose from the female sorceress opposite.

Like orchids in the mountains, and like daisies in the morning, it is both light and provocative, making people want to take a few more sips.

Smelling this fragrance actually made his appetite even better.

Before the three of them moved their chopsticks, Toruwell picked up a bottle of Baihua wine on the table, first poured a glass for Francesca on the opposite side, and then poured a full glass for Wayne and herself.

Francesca picked up the wine glass and thanked Toruwell softly, then looked at Wayne with the clear blue eyes of that day, and said softly:

"Please forgive me, Mr. Wayne, the food of our elves is indeed a bit bland, but if you eat it, it tastes really good."

Hearing what the host said, out of politeness, Wayne said modestly that the taste is very good, but it is true that the taste of these dishes is a bit bland compared to those big fish and meat, but it is also a special kind of food. The taste is still fresh in his memory.

The three of them ate and chatted, mostly discussing the current status of the elves and the Valley of Flowers. Although Francesca seemed a bit detached, as a female sorceress who was several hundred years old, her knowledge was far beyond those of this era. ordinary people.

He speaks in a clear and orderly manner, and occasionally makes a small joke, which does not make people feel alienated.

After chatting for a few minutes, Wayne gradually got used to the content of their conversation. He was not stingy with his own thoughts, and briefly stated his views on the elves and the northern countries.

Especially regarding the current oppression of non-human races by humans, he said bluntly:
"There is no way to do this, and it is impossible to obtain the understanding of the other party through peaceful means."

"No matter in terms of quantity or fertility, elves or other non-human races are born with great disadvantages."

"And the long-term oppression has already made most elves feel numb. Unless they wait for a life-threatening situation, they dare not resist at all."

"However, it is not that they lack the spirit of resistance, but that they lack a leader and a guide."

"Everyone has the right to pursue a better life, but human beings who are used to exploiting non-human races will not give up such rights to us."

(End of this chapter)