As expected of the commoners of Darthill. If they were ordinary humans, they would have fled long ago when they saw so many figures descending on wyverns. Why would they still be standing there and chatting with each other?
However, the elves stopped and looked up at this scene as if they weren't worried about being in any danger. To put it bluntly, a powerful city would indeed give the civilians such strong confidence.
As the highest authority of the Elven Empire, the guards of the temple were naturally the most outstanding in the empire. The bows and arrows in their hands were already aimed at the dragons. But when Many jumped down from the back of the dragons and walked to the guards, the guard captain lowered his bow slowly.
"Guardian …?
Many? "
As a race with a long lifespan, their memory was as outstanding as their vitality. On the day of Many's award ceremony, this guard captain had also attended the ceremony. At first glance, he immediately recognized this human who once wore the Guardian Medal and stood before the people.
It couldn't be helped. Too many elves thought that it was unreasonable to award the highest medal to a human, so naturally, his name was remembered by many.
"Viscount of the Empire of Saint Reims, holder of the Guardian Medal. Citizens of the Elven Empire, requesting to enter the temple."
Many gave a noble salute and emphasized the fact that he was an elf. This immediately made the guards feel good about him. Although he was a war machine, there hadn't been any battles in Dashir for a long time. This fellow with the title of 'Guardian' wouldn't be an enemy of the elves. Although he didn't wear the medal on his body, the elves immediately accepted this fact.
It couldn't be helped. If it were a human soldier, a few polite words wouldn't work. Instead of explaining his identity, it was more practical for the dragons behind him to spit out fireballs. This was the difference between the two races.
The wyvern quietly curled its wings and stood behind Mang, not even wagging its tail — it was an obvious sign of friendliness. It was only then that the soldiers completely lowered their bows and arrows, and it did not take long for the messenger to inform Mang that they were allowed to enter.
In fact, Many could have come to the temple as a passerby. The reason why he showed up in such a flashy manner was to tell Sylvia that he was here!
Another hidden meaning was that he had come with great strength!
Although the elves were friendly, they naturally understood that their stubbornness might be even greater than that dwarf Daugen. Let Daugen forge a hammer into an axe. If he didn't want to do it, they could use a lot of wine and ores to make him do it. As for what he would make, that didn't matter … The important thing was that the dwarf would at least do it. And if the elves were to do it, they probably wouldn't get what they wanted even if they chopped the hammer.
It seemed that the longer one lived, the more stubborn they would be. In short, that was what many people thought.
As they strode into the temple, Many recalled that the last time they came to the temple was to look up some information. The content that they had read in the library was still vivid in their minds. The "heroic" deeds of Saville in that ancient book made Many exclaim that their experiences were really legendary. When they thought about how the legendary fellow in the history books actually fought with them twice and even lost his leg for a few months, Many felt that fate was really mysterious.
The marble floor clearly reflected Many's appearance. Many had purposely changed into a clean and tidy ceremonial robe before landing. This made him look very handsome and elegant. However, at this moment, Many was very different from the mercenary. From his aura to his appearance, there were some changes. The only thing that didn't change was his heart for Sylvia.
Silly girl, I'm coming.
Many of them were filled with unspeakable excitement. Although he had been through hundreds of battles, his heart still raced like a child at this moment. After entering the temple, the statue of the Moon Goddess appeared in front of them. Many of them raised their heads and looked at it quietly. They didn't see the familiar figure of Sylner, but there was a figure in front of the statue that looked very similar to her!
That is?
Just as many people were hesitating, the figure in front of the statue slowly turned around and looked at many people.
At this moment, a strange image of clothes appeared in his mind!
At this moment, Many only felt one thing — déjà vu!
It was the memory of the temple in the Azura Forest!
Many of them remembered seeing the figure of a woman in front of the Moon Goddess in the abandoned temple. They couldn't remember what the woman looked like, but looking at the scene in front of them, they couldn't help but recall the scene they had seen before!
What's going on?
Many shook their heads and rubbed their eyes. When they looked again, the beautiful priestess was already standing in front of them.
"The owner of the Guardian's Badge, Many." The woman's voice was very calm. "I don't like the scent on your body."
The latter words didn't mean that they were friendly. Many only saw the priestess' face clearly now … Similar!
Too similar to Sylvia!
Could it be …
"Don't doubt it. I'm Sylvia's mother, Marfala Silvermoon, the priestess of the temple."
"It's a pleasure to meet you. I've always loved your daughter deeply, and this is as unwavering as your faith in the Moon Goddess."
Many was no longer the boy he once was. Faced with Marfala's rather 'forceful' words — even if her tone did not reveal any forcefulness, Many instinctively sensed that his' mother-in-law 'before him did not seem to have a good impression of him. He did not show any weakness, and instead directly said what he wanted to say.
But as for the 'scent' that Marfala mentioned, Many did not understand what it meant. He didn't have any smell on him, and the drake had someone to bathe him every day. Moreover, after such a long journey, there would only be a cold 'scent' … Could she be hostile towards other scents on his body?
Many instinctively thought of Carolina's abnormal behavior. She was also suspicious of him, but there was nothing she could do. When they finally left, Carolina didn't explain why she behaved that way either.
"Expressing your determination to me doesn't mean you can take Sylvia away from here." Marfala didn't care what Many said, but a single sentence extinguished the last wish in Many's heart. "But I won't stop you when you come here, and whether you meet Sylvia."
Those words made Many narrow his eyes, and for the first time, there was a hint of disgust in his gaze towards Marfala. It couldn't be helped, Many was human, and not a mortal who would abandon his emotions. Facing the high priest who seemed to be deliberately obstructing them, Many indeed felt a sense of disgust.
However, their emotions didn't turn into hatred. Although they were a little angry, many of them understood that in the Elven Empire's God Temples, the words of the priests couldn't be rebutted or offended. Doing so would be considered extremely disrespectful, and a single wrong word could attract the hatred of the entire Elven Race. Many of them weren't that stupid.
"Then —"
Before Many could say anything, he turned abruptly and looked into the distance.
Sylvia's figure appeared not far from the statue. Her eyes were slightly swollen, and it was obvious that she had been crying. But at that moment, she froze on the spot, just like Many!
There was a soft intake of breath.
Sylvia raised her hand to cover her mouth. Today, Sylvia was wearing the white robe unique to priestesses, and her silver-white skin and hair made her appear extraordinarily holy. But those red eyes were extremely pitiful. Many teleported before Sylvia with Krillin's Blade — but his impulse to hug Sylvia was stopped by the last bit of rationality in his mind!
This is a temple!
Perhaps only Many who had stayed in the Elven Empire for so long understood what the temple meant to the elves — the priestess in the temple represented eternal purity. Here, hugging a priestess … was probably the same as using necromancy magic before the statue of the God of Light!
It was common sense!
A very rigid and helpless rule of the elves!
Standing before Sylvia blankly, Many took a deep breath, but it was as if he was swallowing some emotions down his throat. When he looked at her again, the corners of Many's mouth curled up slightly, and he tried his best to smile. "Nana, I'm here."
Sylvia finally couldn't hold back her tears anymore. She covered her cheeks with both hands, and sobbed silently in front of Many, who was over a meter away.
"I … I …"
Sylvia tried to say something, but found that she couldn't even form two complete sentences. In the distance, Marfala had returned to the Moon Goddess and began to pray quietly, as if he didn't see his daughter's sobs at all.