"What?
Father decided to give him the Guardian Medal? "
Sylvia's purple eyes widened in disbelief. But then she thought of something and muttered, "That's right. He's so brave. Of course he deserves this medal …"
The Guardian Medal was the highest medal that the elves could give out.
It was only given to those who had made outstanding contributions to the elves or had made great contributions to the elves. It could be said that since the beginning of the elves' history, this medal was only given to those generals and great leaders who had made outstanding contributions during the war. It was quite an honor to be such a warrior. Unfortunately, most of them became martyrs first and then received the honor.
It was not unheard of for someone who was not part of the elves and had no political status to receive the medal. Back then, the Grand Duke of the Duran Duchy was awarded this medal because he protected a legion of the elves from the pursuit of the undead.
Of course, it was given after the Grand Duke died in battle.
"Guardian" was not just a description, but also a title. There were "guardians" on the continent. The so-called "guardian" also meant to protect the entire continent. The last guardian in history was probably known by everyone on the continent: Roslolian. Three thousand years ago, in order to resist the invasion of the Abyss Plane, he used the holy level spell "Nature's Wrath" and perished together with his enemies.
This was why the new continent was named after him to commemorate this "guardian" who died for his duty.
From then on, the elves established the "Guardian" medal. However, the elves could be called the largest force on the continent three thousand years ago. Now, they could only bow to the rapidly rising humans. Even so, the "Guardian" medal was still very important.
Among the three human kingdoms, the Empire of Saint Reims and the Elven Empire had an alliance to watch and help each other. In other words, those who held the "Guardian" medal in these two empires had special privileges that ordinary people couldn't reach. First, those who were below the status of elders and kings had to salute when they saw the "Guardian" medal. When facing elders and kings, they had the right to not salute.
Of course, this was to highlight the status of the Guardian. To put it bluntly, it was to give you face. As for whether you really had to bow or not, it was obvious.
The second was that the Guardian had the right to be immune from all charges. Those who could wear the Guardian Medal were all heroes with outstanding achievements. However, since ancient times, heroes had died in the hands of thieves. The Guardian Medal not only brought honor and rights, but also the covetousness and greedy possessiveness of others. When a conflict occurred, the wearer of the Guardian Medal had the right to be exempted from liability after the incident, regardless of whether he took the initiative to start the war or not.
It sounded unreasonable, but to be able to wear it in troubled times was enough to prove that one's character was trustworthy.
"It's just a discussion. It won't be decided immediately. We still need to further evaluate this brave man. By the way, I was just about to send someone to look for him."
Elder Wendell didn't notice that his daughter was in a daze.
"Find him?
There's no need to send anyone. I'll go! "
Sylvia replied as soon as she heard her father's words. Then she felt that she was a little too attentive. She wanted to explain, but she remembered the feeling when he touched her little hand many days ago. She opened her mouth but didn't say anything.
Sylvia couldn't help but think of the figure who endured the pain because of her. Yesterday, after a difficult decision, she gave up seeing him and went to find her mother. Wasn't she a little reluctant in her heart?
Maybe she always wanted to find him?
Sylvia was a little reluctant to admit it, but she had to admit that she did think so.
"Well?
You're going?
Why — Nana?
Why is your face so red? "
Wendell looked back and saw his daughter sitting on the side in a beautiful dress with her head down. He didn't know what she was thinking. Her delicate little face was like a burning cloud in the sunset. Could it be that his daughter was in love?
Wendell was an old elf who had lived for thousands of years. He understood Sylvia's mental state at a glance. However, the elves' concept of love was not so harsh. Parents basically didn't ask about their children's feelings and private affairs. This was also an advantage of the elves who advocated freedom. Speaking of the reason, it was somewhat helpless. The fertility of the elves was too low. Elves who were over 300 years old basically lost their fertility. If they were picky, the elves would have gone extinct long ago.
Therefore, the elves could be said to be a relatively open race on the continent regarding the concept of sex and love. It seemed that all races with low fertility had this characteristic. The various subspecies of the dragon race had proved this point.
Sylvia hemmed and hawed in the face of her father's inquiry. She responded with a few words and ran away, leaving her father smiling ambiguously without saying a word.
"I don't know if his injury is better …" Sylvia muttered while looking for suitable clothes in the wardrobe. She thought of many people who were injured because they saved her. Her heart was a little sour. She always thought that she should do something, but she always felt that she could do nothing.
She looked around and finally had an idea. She asked the butler to find some effective ointments and magic cloth bandages. These things were not available to ordinary people. They were generally used to treat seriously injured patients, especially the magic cloth bandages, which were worth thousands of gold coins. They were waterproof, breathable, and had their own healing effect. A bundle of bandages could only be made after countless steps, from the selection of materials to the drawing of the mageweath to the refinement of the alchemist. Sylvia didn't care. These things were common at home, but she had never seen anyone use them. She took a few bundles and put them in a small cloth bag she carried with her.
Sylner decided to look for it on her own, rather than riding in a luxurious carriage with great fanfare.
If I did that, he would definitely think that I was deliberately showing off to anger him, right?
Sylvia's thoughts were very simple, which made people think that she was a clown. Now, she was actually thinking for others.
After the clothes were thrown on the bed, Sylvia looked at herself in the mirror hesitantly. Her silver-white hair was simply combed into two small braids on both sides. She was wearing a dress custom-made at the "Madame Vasaki" tailor shop in Karo City. The dark purple dress with leopard stripes made Sylvia's figure look even more well-proportioned. Light purple translucent chiffon stretched from the shoulders to the arms. The V-shaped collar extended down, revealing the sizable peaks and attractive cleavage of Sylvia.
Looking at herself in the mirror, Sylvia felt as though she was seducing Many. She blushed and found a silk scarf to barely cover the dazzling white skin on her chest. Then, she carried the small bag of bandages and ointments out of the room.
Sylner could still clearly remember what she had said to Many. Following the Mercenary Union, she soon found this relatively luxurious hotel. Of course, in Sylner's eyes, it was "relatively luxurious". She didn't know that if Many knew what she thought, he would probably kill himself by smashing his head against a hard piece of stinky tofu.
Along the way, Sylvia's stunning appearance had caused countless people to either bump into street lamps or fall into the open manhole during maintenance.
Although Sylvia's dress wasn't a precious magical equipment, the tailor shop of "Madame Vasaki" was famous. Every noble lady in the Empire of Saint Reims hoped to buy a dress or gown from Madame Vasaki's tailor shop every day. This small tailor shop was famous for selling beautiful, luxurious, and ridiculously expensive clothes. Their products also had a distinctive feature that was easily recognizable — a portrait of the level-nine abyssal creature, Medusa.
The portrait was embroidered with golden silk thread on the shoulder of the enchanting girl's gown. It exuded a strange and seductive beauty, but it also made people flinch at the sight of it.
As the capital of Dashiell, seven out of ten people walking along the street might have some kind of identity. Moreover, this was near the most prosperous Mercenary Guild. The eyes of the mercenaries were very sharp, and anyone could tell that this silly girl was not a simple character.
The mercenaries knew that the salary they earned from working hard for a year wouldn't even be half of the price of this gown.
Therefore, although Sylvia's graceful figure was a little conspicuous, no one dared to approach her. When Sylvia asked about the rooms at the front desk of the hotel, the Elf girl at the front desk couldn't take her eyes off the expensive gown. She had to ask three times before she gave an answer in fear and trepidation.
According to the room number given by the Elf girl, Sylvia arrived at the room where Many and Noda were staying.
After knocking on the door anxiously, Sylvia realized that her heart was racing and her mind was in a mess. She had thought of countless greetings along the way, but now, she realized that she couldn't think of a single one.
The door opened, and Norda appeared in Sylner's sight. He was wearing a loose cloth robe and holding a book with a frown on his face. On the cover of the quaint book, Norda's purple hair was in a mess. It seemed that he hadn't slept all night. He seemed to be unhappy that someone had disturbed his reading. Sylner could see that Norda's purple hair was messy. It seemed that he hadn't slept all night.
"You … Why are you looking for me?"
This sentence was not uttered by Noda, nor by Many, who was sleeping like a dead pig in the room. It was uttered by Sylner, whose heart was beating faster than one hundred and eighty degrees and whose mind was completely blank.
If there was a phrase that could describe Noda, it would be — he was stunned.