Chapter 437

( ) In the hall at the bottom of the tower, surrounded by elves, Maca sat at a small round table drinking sweet spring water and eating shortbread baked by the elves , I feel pretty good.

From these elves with strong autonomy, it can be seen that their race is born to like to work, which has subtle similarities with modern house elves.

In ancient times, according to the different branches of the blood, the elves also had many types, either good or evil. The ancestors of the house elves were called "brown elves" in Scotland and other places because they often wore a set of brown rags.

Unlike most of their other branches who are quite mischievous and mischievous, brown elves prefer to observe humans' every move. And they will live in harmony with people who are friendly to them.

If they can feel kindness from you, then maybe they will help you with the housework, fix up the house or something. At the same time, they, who are very curious, will always take advantage of more chances of contact to secretly stare at you.

It's just that brown elves don't like rewards.

If you try to give them something in return for appreciating their help, they will immediately take that as an insult and leave your home forever. If something is more serious, it may even start to cause trouble in your daily life.

It can be seen from this that the reason why the house-elves have developed such strange character traits is probably related to this point.

While enjoying the slightly leisurely afternoon tea, Maca also pushed the topic forward little by little intentionally or unconsciously.

The elf elder Lak gave him a very stable feeling. As far as Maca knew them, he knew that such stability was not easy for an elf.

It was only thanks to this stability that he was able to carry on the conversation smoothly in an ancient language that was not very fluent.

From Lark's mouth, Maca learned of some of their elf ancestors' origins with Rowena Ravenclaw.

In fact, before Rowena found this island in the center of the Mediterranean Sea, their ancestors had already lived on this island for a long time.

It is said that at that time there were still two ancient wizard households far away from human settlements on this island. Their ancestors would often help these two small families with odd jobs according to their temperament, and occasionally get some milk from the kitchens of the two families. drink.

Later, the descendants of these two wizarding families gradually stopped coming back.

The older generation of wizards also passed away one after another, and the ancestors of the elves were lonely again.

Until one day, a young girl appeared on the island and built a hut with magic. That rather simple hut was the original appearance of the wizard tower.

The elves didn't care where the girl came from, and the girl didn't care that she had such noisy neighbors. A delicate balance gradually formed between these two different races.

Since then, life has become ordinary and leisurely again.

At that time, wizards had not yet established a highly comprehensive magic school like now. Regarding the inheritance of magic, it was still the model of parents teaching their children, or inviting other wizards to become apprentices.

Rowena, who was still a young girl, did not know where she got the wizarding inheritance from. The elves only knew that he often hid in the house, studying various magics alone, until...

"...Later, a young human man encountered a storm at sea, and was pushed onto the beach by the waves while holding a plank in his arms."

Hearing what Old Lak said, Maka suddenly remembered the old notes he found on the desk in a certain room when he came here last time.

In the back of the daily notebook used to record the experiments of magical creatures, there are also many essays written about daily life. He remembered that from a certain day onwards, there was one more name in the above essays, and more and more were mentioned later.

"Is that young man called 'Yuen'?"

Maca took out the notebook from his waist, and quickly found the name.

"Ah! Yes..." Old Lark said softly, "My grandma once told me that story, human love, is very wonderful."

He paused, but then recalled: "Well... I remember it's called... Ewan Ravenclaw?"

"Is it really the surname Ravenclaw?" Maca murmured.

According to records, Rowena Ravenclaw has never been married in her life, but she has a girl named Helena with the same surname as Ravenclaw. Because of this, many scholars still speculate that Rowena may have had a short marriage a long time ago.

Right now, Maca has inadvertently confirmed this long-standing conjecture... although it doesn't seem to be of much use.

"That man was a helmsman on a long voyage, and Royna Mira was very interested in sailing on the sea, and then the two of them went to sea together..." Old Lak said leisurely, "Until many years later, Royna Mira I just came back alone and took a lot of things away..."

The elf Lak was telling the story of that year, but Maca was thinking about Rowena's origin.

For Maca, it is obviously necessary to know Rowena's life. It's just that time has passed so long, it's not easy to figure it out.

Although he had some conjectures in his heart, it was quite difficult to confirm. After thinking about it, Maca turned his attention back to the conversation with the elf Lak.

It didn't take long before the topic gradually touched on the main topic of his trip.

"...The same race from the outside world?" The elf elder frowned slightly, "It will turn out like this, which surprised the old Lak... However, we wait for each group, and even each individual to be independent. This comes from the rules of the ancestors, which cannot be broken casually."

Having said that, he shook his head lightly.

"Although I feel very sympathetic to the experience of my fellow clan outside, since the choice was made because of defeat, the agreement is an agreement, and the elves never unilaterally break the agreement."

"...Maybe it's not an agreement, but just forced?" Maca asked curiously, "Why are you so sure?"

If Lark reacted very violently to the living conditions of those of his kind outside, he would not have allowed the word "forced" to appear here, and it would not be of any benefit to the purpose of his trip.

But now, the elf Lak did not show any indignation at the tragic experience of his fellow tribe, which forced Maca to revise the original plan.

"I and the elves, no matter which branch, are loyal to the agreement." Old Lark's old voice was quite serious at this time, "If we are unwilling to make an agreement, it is useless to force it. We would rather Return the soul to nature, and will not suffer humiliation under any duress."

"Old Lark doesn't know what the war was like that year, but old Lark is sure that there must be a clear and clear agreement in the end."

According to the elf Lak, there may be other more complicated reasons behind the war with few records in ancient times.

"...A promise...?" Maca frowned and pondered, "Then what kind of agreement do you think formed at the end of that ancient war?"

"I don't know about this old Lark," the elf elder shook his head slightly, and said slowly, "But in this world, there must be at least one compatriot who still retains the original agreement in his heart."

The expression on his wrinkled face was sincere and natural, and his big long ears shook slightly, as if he was praying for some kind of belief that Maca couldn't understand.

"...Different from you humans, we, the elves, engrave the 'promise' in our souls." Lak said earnestly, "Every unfulfilled promise will be passed on from generation to generation in the blood of the one who made it. until the day when the promise is fulfilled."

"Then... why did you make the agreement?"

As soon as Maca uttered this question, Old Lak stared at him suspiciously for a while.

"'For what'?" He seemed to be unable to understand what Maca was saying, and asked strangely, "There must be a corresponding reason before we can make an agreement?"

Well! It turns out that you can make an agreement with someone without even needing a reason? This huge difference in basic concepts made Maca not know how to answer the conversation.

"Oh, maybe there is something wrong with my statement—" Maca changed the subject, "I mean, under what circumstances would you make an agreement with someone?"

"It doesn't matter," the old Lark said naturally, "as long as we want to make an agreement, any situation is fine."

"Uh..." Maca blinked and said suddenly, "Then, I—"

"I won't make an agreement with you," Old Lak interrupted Maca instantly, and calmly said amidst his surprised expression, "Because I feel the desire to take advantage of you in you." intention."

"what?"

Maca immediately raised her brows, and blinked her eyes depressedly.

He really wanted to take advantage of the situation to propose a so-called "agreement without reason" just now to test it out, but he never thought that before he could say it, the other party rejected it extremely decisively.

"I've never heard that elves have this kind of innate ability?" Maca said inwardly, "I thought they were a little stupid, but it seems that they still have enough capital to support their stupidity."

Of course, he is very aware of his Occlumency skills, and among wizards, he is basically safe from being peeped into his heart. But the elf in front of him could still feel his own thoughts.

Even if it was mostly just a kind of unclear sensory talent, it was enough to surprise Maca.

"Okay!" Maca, who suffered a little loss for no reason, shrugged, "If that's the case, forget it...Even if we don't make an agreement, we can still be friends!"

When one plan failed, another idea suddenly sprouted in his mind.