The huge Tree of Life towers into the clouds, and its spreading white crown holds up the entire sky. Every night, the light released by the entire giant tree is enough to illuminate the city.
Whenever it rains or snows, the crown of the Tree of Life will automatically shake and shrink, just like a torn barrier, letting the wind and snow in to nourish the land under the tree, especially in this midsummer season.
The clouds that gathered yesterday finally started to rain heavily in the evening. The strong wind and rain passed through the gaps between the branches of the Tree of Life, moistening the entire City of Origin.
It rained all night, and it didn't stop until dawn the next day.
After the baptism of this heavy rain, the whole city took on a new look. When the sunshine on the horizon fell, residents in the city came out of their homes one after another, and the city immediately returned to its usual bustle.
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Laughter, singing and dancing.
When the lively atmosphere and sound crossed the palace wall, spread into the garden of the capital palace, and then penetrated into the window of a gorgeous palace.
Finally, it fell on the ears of a girl sitting in front of the window with a melancholy expression and a weak body.
Although the sounds coming from the outside world were already very faint, she still pricked up her ears and listened carefully for a while.
After a moment, the weak elf girl asked, "It seems very lively outside today. Is something happening?"
Inside the palace, a tall maid with short hair, slightly dark skin, came over and explained to the girl who asked the question, "Your Highness, there should be preparations for the harvest festival outside."
"Ah, really, I almost forgot. I stayed in the palace for so long that I can't remember the days clearly." The weak elf girl sitting in the wheelchair smiled sheepishly at her maid.
Down.
Then she struggled to raise her hands, which had just regained some consciousness, and pulled the thin blanket covering her knees.
The huge floor-to-ceiling mirror on one side of the palace reflected her body, which looked even petite compared to her peers.
Once upon a time, although this body was petite, it was always full of vitality and seemed to contain infinite vitality.
But since her congenital disease developed and she could no longer stand up, Naegi, as a personal maid, witnessed her gradually weakening, from a girl who couldn't take any time off, to a patient who sat in a wheelchair all day long.
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Thinking of this, the tall elf maid named Miaomu blurted out, "Your Highness, I heard that a new dance has been rehearsed for this year's Harvest Festival celebration. I will take you to see it before the premiere in a few days."
Look!”
The elf princess Ling Lan, who was sitting in a wheelchair, smiled, struggled to brush a strand of white hair hanging from her forehead with her hand, and said casually, "Well, it's settled."
But those purple eyes suddenly darkened after he finished speaking.
Only then did Naegi realize that he had said the wrong thing. Before he was injured, one of His Highness Linglan's favorite things was dancing. He even disguised his identity to participate in the selection of the Harvest Festival Dance Troupe.
Although she was recognized by the judges at the final moment, this has become one of her favorite feats.
To this day, the original set of costumes and dancing shoes are still hidden in the cabinet in the room. Naegi tried to put them elsewhere several times, but was blocked.
The elf girl sitting in the wheelchair seemed to sense the mood changes of the head maid, held her hand and smiled,
"Okay, it doesn't matter. I'm not a child anymore. Even when my legs were still good, my father would not allow me to go on stage. It's okay now."
But even though he said this, he couldn't hide the disappointment in his eyes.
"Your Royal Highness, the king has ordered a reward to recruit doctors with superb medical skills who are recruited from outside. Perhaps..." Naegi couldn't help but say.
Ling Lan shook his head and interrupted, "The best doctors in the country have gathered in the capital, and now they can't do anything. What can other places do? You don't need to comfort me, maybe this is my fate."
"Your Highness Princess..." Naegi didn't know what words of comfort to say for a moment. She was not good at words, and she also knew in her heart that Linglan's words were correct.
The notice drafted by His Majesty the King has been sent out for several days, but after so many days, no one has answered the call.
It's not that the reward is not enough, but that almost no one feels that they can beat the doctors in the capital's palace, and treating the princess is inherently risky.
Although the king promised to recruit doctors, even if the princess failed to be cured, His Majesty would not be angry and punish her.
It can be said that the patient will not become angry if it is not cured, but if something goes wrong during the treatment process, the consequences can be imagined.
Thinking of this, Miaomu couldn't help but sigh in his heart, and soon, he heard the door behind him suddenly being pushed open.
A tall, middle-aged man wearing luxurious clothes walked in.
He came to Linglan and said lightly, "If no one really can cure it, I will try to pray for the blessing of the 'Tree of Life' at the harvest festival."
"Your Majesty." Seeing the person coming, Miaomu quickly bowed and saluted him.
Ling Lan, who was sitting in a wheelchair, also turned around and looked at her father, who was the head of a country. She shook her head and said, "Father, no, how can such a thing bother the "Tree of Life"? Besides...
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The petite princess with melancholy eyebrows did not say the second half of the sentence, but both Naegi and the king with a look of regret understood it.
As the origin of the entire ethnic group, the Tree of Life has rarely shown its power over the long years.
Even with the long life of the elves and the connection between the royal family, it is difficult to truly communicate with the "Tree of Life".
As for the blessings that only exist in legends, the "Tree of Life" will not be able to respond unless the tribe reaches a critical moment of life and death.
Although Linglan is a princess of a country, and her status is very noble in the eyes of outsiders, in front of the "Tree of Life", let alone her, even if the king is dying, it will not pay attention to it.
So how easy is it to cure this congenital disease by letting the "Tree of Life" bless you?
At least, from the time Ling Lan was born to the present, the harvest festival has been held dozens of times, but she has never seen the "Tree of Life" display abnormally. Her father's words are only comfort after all.
The atmosphere was heavy for a while.
The silence inside the palace was in sharp contrast to the bustle outside the palace walls.
"Tap tap tap..."
There was a sound of footsteps, and an Elf guard walked into the palace quickly.
"Your Majesty, a doctor has revealed the results."
When the Elf King heard this, a look of surprise appeared on his face. He hurriedly said, "Where is the doctor who unveiled the list? Bring him into the palace quickly."
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This chapter has been completed!