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Chapter 310 The reappearing blade

While returning to the forest, Lorranthel visited several sages from the elven clan, and then returned to Vesterna's home.

Now Charlie has gone to the outskirts of the forest to practice. Except for Westena returning home occasionally, Lorraine Hill lives here. In fact, during this year, she has returned to the south many times to deal with some matters. However, with the current

The deadline for the five tests arrived, so I stayed there permanently.

One afternoon, Lorraine Hill was painting under the trees in the courtyard. The white canvas was painted with clear and clean paint, giving it a feeling of the sky.

The hand holding the brush is stained with a little color due to color mixing and application. Small light blue and bright yellow dots fall on the fingers, giving the illusion of applying nail polish. The slightly solidified paint reflects beautiful brilliance and light in the sun.

The fresh finger skin on the side is in sharp contrast.

Lorraine Hill had never learned to draw before. At most, she had drawn mechanical structural diagrams in college, but that didn't last long, and it wasn't their main course, so she soon forgot about it.

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Nowadays, painting is also based on a whim, and I have the idea to try it.

In this regard, Vesthena suggested that Loranthir could ask Eperion to teach him some basic skills. This sage was a famous painter in the forest.

After hearing such a request, Eperion generously gave Lorraine Hill a set of painting materials, and then also gave her an inheritance gem with his own experience.

"This is not a special skill that cannot be taught. In fact, I would like to see more stunning paintings and works of art produced. But in learning this industry, talent and inspiration are particularly important. Sometimes I also lament that in today's world, the most beautiful works are more and more beautiful.

It’s becoming increasingly rare.”

Being a painter is a luxurious profession, at least in this era. First of all, there are very few good painters, and it is too slow to make progress all by yourself. The other is the paint.

Many commoners and even nobles don't know that those rare colors are so expensive and it is so difficult to obtain them.

In the past history, purple was regarded as a symbol of nobility. There was even a saying that purple-clad nobles were born in purple houses. This is because it is extremely difficult to obtain purple pigment in nature. Ancient Western European nobles could only obtain it from a kind of bone.

A little purple is extracted from the snails, and one snail is not even enough to dye the size of a fingernail.

In addition, due to fading and craftsmanship, ancient clothes are often darker or gray in color, and bright colors are rare. Silk has a certain luster due to its own material, which is different from all other fabrics. Such special fabrics give

A powerful visual impact for those who have never seen bright colors.

It is now the end of May, and there are still some light pink and white flowers blooming on the trees in the courtyard, and some tiny fruit prototypes have quietly grown, hidden among the leaves.

Sitting on his knees on the grass, Lorraine Hill looked at the streets and houses in the distance, with the blue sky above his head, and the silky clouds slowly rolling by.

Based on the basic knowledge he learned, Lorraine Hill first filled in a rough background color on the canvas and outlined the shapes and colors of the houses and tiles.

The brush is stained with paint, held by the fingers, and the still wet paint is applied to the canvas, and then smoothed one by one. The trajectory of the strokes seems random, but when they are gathered together, there is a faint pattern, that

The tiles reflect white light, and the picture shows a bright and early summer atmosphere.

With the breeze, the leaves are mottled and swaying in the sunshine, birds chirping in the distance, and the occasional conversation on the street also brings a quiet warmth.

Time passed slowly like this, and it was not until the afternoon that Lorraine Hill slowly finished the painting.

At first glance, this is not a special painting, just a picture of blue sky, houses, and streets. But if you look closely, you can feel a touch of nostalgia and tranquility.

So be it.

Lorraine Hill slowly put down the brush and looked at his painting again. He slowly touched the solidified paint on the canvas with his fingertips, and a faint feeling of concave and convex and delicate was felt.

Because I drew it myself, it may not be that stunning, but it will give me a faint feeling of liking and satisfaction.

While Lorraine Hill was sitting under a tree, a sound of flapping wings slowly fell from above her head, and then a white fluffy bird landed in the grass not far from her.

This bird had orange toes and a red beak. It jumped up to the girl, tilted its head, and seemed to be checking whether the girl was the one he was looking for. Then it flapped its wings to reveal the bird hidden on its abdomen.

little paper tube.

Is this a letter for me?

Lorraine Hill took off the paper tube out of curiosity, then pulled it open with his fingers and read the writing inside carefully.

After reciting the content silently in his mind and checking it several times, Lorraine Hill put the letter away.

"Thank you for your hard work." She raised her head again and looked at the white-feathered bird in front of her, then took out a small handful of wheat grains and fed it to it, and then stood up slowly.

The gentle south wind blew, blowing the corners of the pressed canvas. A few leaves and petals fell from the trees. The girl's white skirt also floated in the air, turning into a soft gauze, reflecting in the sun.

A bright halo appears.

The emerald garden, the gilded corolla.

The lively streets are full of tourists and businessmen. Shops run by elves are opened on both sides of the streets. Nobles and wealthy businessmen can be seen everywhere who enter to watch or shop.

In the Emerald Forest, the Gilded Corolla is famous for its abundance of luxury goods, and it naturally attracts many nobles and wealthy businessmen from the empire to travel here.

Nowadays, there is no peace within the empire, and the always peaceful Emerald Forest has become the preferred tourist destination for some nobles.

Generally speaking, races other than elves often need special certificates to enter the forest, and there are also restrictions on the number of people. This was originally a law to protect the forest from being disturbed by outsiders or doing evil, but now it has become a comparison item for many nobles.

Going to the Emerald Forest to spend a summer that is no longer hot, admiring the art of the elves, and experiencing a different life is not only an enviable talk among noble circles, but also an excellent experience.

"Get out of the way, don't stay in the street."

At ten minutes before noon, a group of mighty knights in white armor appeared on the noisy streets. They had lion's mane cloaks, held classical lances and white lion bucklers. They briefly opened up a small space in the street to escort the noble one among them.

The eldest son of the gryphon.

"That's...the white lion knight of the Salius family?" Some knowledgeable human travelers quickly recognized the identities of these knights.

"It looks right, but why are they here? Aren't the White Lion Knights generally the Duke's bodyguards?"

"Oh, that's right, it's him. Look at the blond knight in the middle. He should be Gerainn, the eldest son of Duke Griffin."

"Ah, this person actually appears here. If it is him, it is not difficult to understand that he will bring so many White Lion Knights with him. These are the elites in the Western Territory."

Soon after, the news of the arrival of the gryphon's eldest son, Jerran, spread within the gilded corolla. Many noble travelers from the empire even began to inquire about the address of this important man in order to visit him in the next few days.

Nowadays, the Griffin family is the actual ruler of the Western Empire. It can be said that it is extremely powerful. Countless people want to follow it to get a share of the benefits, or to show their prominence in front of nobles and get the opportunity to change the fate of the family.

In the afternoon, after lunch, Jie Lanen sat in an office room on the second floor.

This place was once a property built by a small nobleman in Corolla, but today it was expropriated by them and used for rest.

The warm south wind blew the curtains, and Jie Lanen leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes to relax. He was indeed a little tired from this journey.

After a long time, he opened his eyes and asked the knight who had been guarding beside him.

"Go ahead and call Grace."

"Yes, Your Highness." The White Lion Knight responded calmly, and then walked out of the room with steps that made his armor rub against his armor.

Soon after, a knight in dark blue armor walked into the room.

"Did anyone from my father come to contact us?" According to the previous notification, after they arrived at the Gilded Corolla, someone would come to pick them up and tell them what to do next.

"A mysterious man did come to visit, but he didn't want to say more to us and kept waiting downstairs."

"Oh, I'm quite cautious." Jie Lanen stood up and looked at the courtyard where the sun was dazzling.

"Get ready and ask him to meet me in the living room on the second floor."

"Yes, sir."

A few minutes later, a man in black robes led by the knight walked up to the second floor.

"Go in, Lord Geran is inside." Pushing open the heavy door, the knight made way for him, and then stood beside the door.

There were about a dozen tall knights standing in the normally unoccupied living room. They stood on both sides, holding various weapons, silently. On the seat in the middle, Jie Lanen leaned on the back of the chair, wearing arm armor.

He put his arms on the armrests and glanced at the visitor, sizing him up.

Under the gaze of this group of powerful knights, the black-robed guest slowly stepped forward and came to Jie Lanen without changing his expression.

"I've met His Highness Jeran, my name is Morag." The man introduced himself.

"Are you the assistant sent by my father?" Jie Lanen's voice was filled with doubt.

"Yes, Your Highness." His voice remained unchanged, with no trace of nervousness, low and steady.

"I will assist Your Highness to achieve the goal of this mission and make Her Highness the Elf Queen agree to this marriage."

"Oh, is it really as simple as you say? You must be a liar to fool people, right?" Without prompting Jie Lann to speak, a knight with a horn helmet stepped forward and asked the man in black sarcastically.

"I know many things, many secrets. Things that seem incredible to outsiders are actually just simple little things."

"If Your Highness Jielan needs it, I can tell you the first step of the plan to reassure you."

"Then tell me." Jie Lanen agreed directly.

"Okay." He stretched his voice and began to talk about the situation inside the Emerald Forest and the recent confrontation between the two major factions.

"But what does this have to do with us?" Grace asked after listening to this paragraph.

"Yes. Although the current Elf Queen Aiqinweila is not low in strength and beautiful in appearance, she is not the kind of existence that is difficult to convince. In other words, as long as she controls the people around her and under the influence of the people around her, she can make her agree to propose marriage.

It’s not difficult.”

"so?"

"So, we only need to gain the support of the winning faction among the two factions, and we can easily influence the Elf Queen and make the Emerald Forest agree to this marriage."

"The liberal faction has long been associated with the 'Drywood' organization in the southern border of the empire. Our best choice now is to support the conservatives, help them defeat their opponents, and then drive away the liberal faction around the queen."

"The leader of the open faction, Vesterna is a friend of the queen. She has a great influence on the Elf Queen. As long as she is expelled from the forest, subsequent matters will be much easier."

"But how do we support the conservatives to defeat the liberals? The test of this duel is not something that ordinary people can participate in, and the deadline is already very tight." Another knight asked, his voice was elegant, and he seemed to be in the audience.

A rare wise man.

"This is also the reason why Sir Salius sent me to assist." The man in black robe replied slowly.

"The closer the deadline is, the more anxious the conservatives will be, and the easier it will be for us to compromise and unite. The proud self-esteem of the elves will not accept help from others when they have time."

"Besides, now we have an offer they can't refuse."

As he spoke, the man in black robe opened his robe and slowly untied a long sword wrapped in black cloth at his waist, revealing the complicated and exquisite patterns inside.

Seeing the sword being revealed, all the knights in the hall gradually held their breath until the hilt was slowly drawn out and the snow-white blade was slowly revealed.

A breeze blew in the hall, it was extremely quiet, and a faint sense of majesty spread from the sword.

"Who are you? You actually have this 'King's Style' sword."

At this point, the knights in the hall finally couldn't bear the questions in their hearts and questioned the man in black robes.

The 'King's Wind' and 'The Quiet Wind' are two swords jointly forged by the last great fairies when the Verdant Kingdom was established, as symbols of future royal power for the use of the two kings of the Verdant Kingdom.

In the turmoil of more than twenty years, Crown Prince Ansel was holding the 'Wind of the King' and was besieged by the 'Blood Princes' Emmank brothers during the wedding. He died in the wedding hall. Since then, the whereabouts of the sword have been unknown.

Many people speculate that it was collected and hidden by the Ai Manke brothers, and finally lost in Titania, but they don't want to reappear here now.

"It doesn't matter who I am, what's important is that I can help His Highness achieve his wish." The man in black robe knelt down on one knee, presented the sword, and passed it to Jie Lann from the knights.

Jerran held the sword in his hand and stroked it slowly, confirming that it was genuine. As the heir of the Griffin family, he had met Crown Prince Ansiel when he was a boy, so he naturally knew this special sword.

"Okay, I agree with the first step of the plan."

"From now on, you will live here. But there are five tests in this duel. The advantage of just one is far from winning. Regarding the next few steps, I think you should have already prepared a plan."

"Yes, Your Highness Jielan."

"Then let me look forward to your performance. I hope you won't disappoint me."

"Otherwise, you will understand how cruel the consequences of offending a lion are."


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