Clinthasa invited Rennes into a very elegant room. After the two sat down, he ordered his guard to wait at the door and negotiate with Rennes alone.

I don’t know if it is out of confidence in my own strength or the fact that the armored monster in front of me has no malice.

Clintasa poured a glass of fruit wine for Renne himself. When he picked it up, he realized that the other party was wearing a helmet, smiled, and took a sip.

"Elder Mo of the Tree Human Tribe should have told us all the conflicts, right?"

Renn nodded: "Don't you deny what he said?"

"No deny." Clintasa's furry hand lowered the exquisite silver wine glass and said frankly to Renn: "As we all know, we elves have always been close to nature."

"but……"

"But there is another well-known thing, that is, the elves have extremely low fertility. You imagine that we have extremely long lives, but many elves cannot have their own children for hundreds or even thousands of years. It was not until the emergence of the phylum potion that it was improved."

"but……"

"You want to say, did we hurt the forest?" Clintassa seemed quite strong, and seemed to want to convince Rennes in one breath: "But in fact, no tree died because of this, and they were well cared for."

"But please let me finish my words!" Ren said first as the other party opened his mouth: "Elder Mo said you have hurt their friends, and those poor trees have been repeatedly squeezed by you."

Clintasa stroked the long hair on his temples, and his movements were very elegant, but unfortunately, in Rennes' eyes, he was a savage...

"The helmet...is a bit rude. I haven't asked what to call you yet?"

"Just call me Altay."

"Okay, Mr. Altay, although I don't know what it looks like and what race under your armor, it shouldn't be wrong to call you a 'person'?"

Indeed, most intelligent races, even if they look strange, such as some unformed elemental races, can be called "human".

Seeing that Rennes had no objection, Clinthasa continued: "Then you should be able to understand that no matter what race, elves, humans, dwarfs, or kowtows, as long as they are 'humans', they must consider reproduction. Not to mention anything else, as the king of elves, I now have a potion that can increase fertility. Can I forbid my people from using it?"

Renne scratched his "iron head", feeling that the problem he encountered this time was as stiff as this helmet.

Discovering Renne's hesitation, Clintasa struck while the iron was hot: "After all, we are 'people'. If we want to live well, we have to use 'people'. We use those trees to refine potions, just like other people cutting trees as tables and eating fish. There is no difference. Sir, do you want to prohibit everyone from cutting trees and fishing? What's more, we have druids to maintain the forest, which has not caused any substantial damage at all."

Speaking of this, Clintasa stood up and opened the window so that Rennes could see the tree tumor opposite more clearly: "Do you know why I am watching the tree people move out of the forest? Because of this!"

Clintasa pointed to the big tree tumor: "Because of the Gardening Potion, our elves have added many tribes, and the territory needs to be expanded with more people. You see, this is a process of race prosperity, obtaining needs from the surroundings, having more tribes, and expanding their own territory. Any race does this. This is nature and inevitable. Such a normal thing, I don't know what Mr. Altay will talk to us!"

At the end, Clintasa changed her tone and her tone suddenly became fierce, trying to influence Rennes' judgment through a tough attitude.

Renn looked at Clinthasa's face, who looked arrogant, and suddenly understood why the noble elf king looked like a savage in his eyes.

But what Clintasa said was right. As the Elf King, he could not and had no reason to forbid all elves from using Gardening Potions.

The biggest difference between this incident and ordinary logging and fishing is that the trees that are used as "items" have people who can speak for them this time - Rudil Trees people can feel the emotions of the trees.

And the "human" side is also very strange, because the elves were once called Friends of the Forest, and the druids were called the Son of Nature.

Renn felt that he had encountered something difficult: Who should he support this negotiation?

Even through the armor, Clinthasa felt Renne's indecision and was about to use his final ultimate move.

"Let me do this, I'll show you how we refine the materials. After reading them, you will know that we have absolutely not hurt any tree. When my servant left, I asked them to prepare, and now the people should be here."

While he was speaking, the attendant's request came from outside the door. Then the attendant who had left before walked in with a tree as thick as an arm in a basin, followed by another wild...the elf.

What is noticeable is that the elf also carries a strangely shaped scythe on his back. It is said that it is strange because the blade part is relatively short, probably only one pierced, but the handle part is thick and long. If you don't notice the blade, you may mistakenly think it is a staff on your back.

The attendant put down the tree and left, while the elves carrying the sickle remained.

Clinthasa introduced to Rennes: "His name is Crow, he is a druid and an apprentice at the workshop. Crow, show us your usual work."

"Yes, your Majesty!"

The crow nodded, walked to the tree, took off the sickle on his back, held it horizontally in front of his chest, and started to sing.

"Mother of Nature, please give me strength and help me punish my enemies!"

Clinthasa explained to Renn: "The Crow is a very devout druid. He always prays before the action. Isn't it very ritual?"

After saying that, the prayer on the other side of the Crow was over. He glared and shouted loudly, waving his sickle to chop the tree trunk. The blade was embedded very deep, almost cutting off the tree.

Then the crow quickly pulled the sickle back, and a green filament was taken out of the cut, gathered on the crow's palm, turning into a ball of light green liquid the size of a fingernail.

As the liquid gathered, the tree in front of the crow had withered at a speed visible to the naked eye, the bark continued to peel off and the leaves became yellow.

Clintasa took a sip of wine and then introduced to Renn: "This tree is just used for demonstration, not the kind that makes gardenia potion. Crows and the others don't usually smoke so hard. Crows, you keep going!"

Upon receiving the gesture from Clinthasa, Crow turned the sickle in his hand and aimed the hilt of the knife at the tree that seemed to have withered.

"Mother of Nature, please give me strength to help me save this unfortunate creature."

The wooden handle gently tapped on the tree, and the withered leaves turned green, the peeling bark grew again, and the whole tree regained its vitality.

Clinthasa: "Like I said, we are friends of nature and absolutely did not hurt the forest."

Renn: "…….”

"You don't believe it yet?"

Clinthasa may have been drunk too much fruit wine and was in high spirits. She stood up and walked to the tree. She pulled out an elf thin sword from somewhere. The "王无王无王无王无王无王无王无王无王无王无王无王无王无王无王无王无王无王无王无王无王无王无王无王无王无王无王无王无王无王无王无王无王无王无王无�

After chopping, he glanced at the crow, and the latter walked forward.

"Mother of Nature, please give me strength and help me save..."

Rennes suddenly wanted to stay away from these two elves...
Chapter completed!