Chapter 310 The Reappearing Blade

While returning to the forest, Roland Hill visited several sages in the elf family, and then returned to Vestena's home.

Now that Xia Li has gone to the outskirts of the forest for training, Roland Hill lives here, except for Vestena who occasionally comes home. The deadline for the five tests arrived, so I stayed there.

One afternoon, Lorraine Hill was painting under the tree in the courtyard. The white canvas was painted with clear and clean paint, and it felt like the sky.

The hand holding the paintbrush is stained with a little color due to toning and smearing. The light blue and bright yellow dots fall on the fingers, giving the illusion of applying nail polish. The slightly solidified paint reflects a beautiful brilliance and beauty in the sunlight. The fresh finger skin on the other side is in stark contrast.

Lorraine Hill had never learned to draw before, at most he had drawn mechanical structure diagrams and the like in college, but that was not a long time, and it was not their main course, so they soon forgot about it. .

Painting now is also because of a whim, and I have the idea to try it.

In this regard, Vestena suggested that Lorraine Hill could find some basic skills from Eperion, a sage who was a well-known painter in the forest.

After hearing such a request, Eperion generously presented Loren Hill with a set of painting materials, and then gave her a heritage gem that she had left with her own experience.

"This is not a special skill that cannot be taught. In fact, I would like to see more amazing paintings and works of art born. It's just that talent and inspiration are very important to learn this business. It's getting rarer."

Being a painter is a luxurious profession. At least in this day and age. First of all, there are very few excellent painters, and it is too slow to rely on their own exploration, and the other is the paint.

Many commoners and even nobles do not know that those rare colors are so expensive and so difficult to obtain.

In the past history, purple was once regarded as a symbol of nobility, and there were even aristocrats in purple, who were born in a purple room. This is because it was extremely difficult to obtain purple pigments in nature, and ancient Western European aristocrats could only obtain from one kind of bone. A little purple was extracted from the snail, and a bone snail was not even enough to stain the size of a fingernail.

In addition, due to some reasons of fading and craftsmanship, ancient clothes are often dark and gray in color, and bright colors are rare. Silk has a certain luster because of 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 some light pink and white flowers are still blooming on the trees in the courtyard, and some tiny fruit rudiments have quietly grown, hidden among the leaves.

Kneeling on the grass, Loren Hill looked at the streets and houses in the distance, the blue sky above his head, and the clouds slowly rolled by.

According to the basic knowledge learned, Loren Hill first filled in the rough background color on the canvas to outline the shape and color of the house and tiles.

The brush infects the paint, is held by the finger, smears the still wet paint on the canvas, and then smoothes it one by one. The strokes seem to be random, but when they come together, there is a faint regularity. White light is reflected on the tiles, and the picture presents an early summer brightness.

With the breeze, the leaves swayed mottled in the sun, the birds chirped in the distance, and the occasional voices on the street also brought a quiet warmth.

In this way, time passed slowly, and it was only in the afternoon that Lorraine Hill slowly finished the painting.

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

So be it.

Roland Hill slowly put down the brush, looked at his painting again, and slowly looked at the paint that had solidified on the canvas with his fingertips, and a faint sense of bumps and delicacy came along.

Because it is painted by myself, it may not be so stunning, but there will be a touch of love and satisfaction.

When Loren Hill sat down under the tree, a flapping sound of wings slowly fell from overhead, and then a white fluffy bird landed in the grass not far from her side.

The bird had orange toes and a red beak. It jumped to the girl's side, tilted its head, as if to see if the girl was the person she was looking for, and then flapped its wings to reveal the hidden belly. small paper tube.

Is this a letter to me?

Roland Hill took off the paper tube out of curiosity, then pulled it apart with his fingers, and carefully read the writing on it.

After reciting the content in his heart and checking it several times, Roland Hill put the letter away.

"Thank you for your hard work." She raised her head again, looked at the white-feathered bird in front of her, and fed it with a small handful of grains before slowly standing up.

The genial south wind blew up, constantly flipping the corners of the pressed canvas, a few leaves and petals fell from the trees, and the girl's white skirt also floated in the air, blowing it into a soft yarn, reflecting in the sunlight. Bright halo.

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Emerald Court, Gilt Corolla.

The lively streets are full of travelers and businessmen. Shops run by elves are set up on both sides of the street, and nobles and wealthy businessmen who enter it for viewing or shopping can be seen everywhere.

In the Emerald Forest, the gilt corolla is famous for its abundance of luxury goods, which naturally attracted many nobles and wealthy businessmen from the empire to travel.

Nowadays, the interior of the empire is not very peaceful, and the emerald forest, which has always been stable, has become the preferred tourist destination for some nobles.

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

Going to the Emerald Forest to spend a summer that is no longer hot, appreciate the art of the elves, and experience a different life, this is not only an enviable talk in the aristocratic circle, but also an excellent experience.

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

Near noon, a group of mighty white armored knights appeared on the noisy street. They wore lion mane cloaks, held classical lances and white lion round shields. They briefly opened up a small space in the street to escort the noble one. The eldest son of the griffin.

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

"It looks right, but why did they appear here, aren't the white lion knights usually the Duke's personal guard?"

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

"Ah, this guy actually appeared here. If it was him, it would not be difficult to understand that he would bring so many white lion knights. These are all the elites in the Western Region."

Soon after, the news of the arrival of the eldest son of the Griffin, Jalan, spread in the gilded wreath, and many noble travelers from the empire even began to inquire about the address of this great man, so that they could visit in the next few days.

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

In the afternoon, after lunch, Jerain was sitting in an office room on the second floor.

This used to be a property built by a small nobleman in the Corolla, but today it was requisitioned by them to rest.

The warm south wind was blowing the curtains, and Jerain leaned on the back of the chair and closed his eyes. 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 by his side.

"Go ahead and call Grace."

"Yes, Your Highness." The white lion knight sank and replied, then walked out of the room with the friction of his armor.

Not long after, a knight in dark blue armor entered the room.

"Did the father's people come to contact us?" According to the previous notice, after they arrived behind the gilded flower crown, someone would come to meet them and tell them what to do next.

"There is indeed a mysterious person who came to visit, but he didn't want to talk to us and has been waiting downstairs."

"Oh, it's quite prudent." Jerain stood up and looked at the dazzling courtyard.

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

"Yes, my lord."

A few minutes later, a man in black robes walked up to the second floor under the leadership of the knight.

"Go in, Lord Jerain is inside." Pushing open the heavy door, the knight gave way and stood by the door.

At this time, there were ten or so tall knights standing in the usually empty hall. They were standing on both sides, holding various weapons, and were silent. In the middle seat, Jerain leaned on the back of the chair, his arm wearing a cuff was propped on the armrest, and he glanced at the visitor and looked at it.

With the crowd of high-strength knights looking around, the black-robed guest slowly stepped forward without changing his expression and came to Jerain.

"I have seen His Royal Highness Jerain, under the name of Morag." The man introduced himself.

"Are you the facilitator sent by your father?" There was doubt in Jerain's voice.

"Yes, Your Highness." His voice remained the same, without any tension, it was low and steady.

"I will assist His Royal Highness to achieve the goal of this mission and get the Elf Queen to agree to this marriage."

"Oh, is it really that simple? You shouldn't be a liar who fools people." Without Jellan speaking, a knight with a horn helmet stepped forward and asked the black-robed man sarcastically.

"I know a lot of things, a lot of secrets, and things that are inconceivable to outsiders are actually just simple little things."

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

"Then tell me." Jerain directly agreed.

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

"But what does that have to do with us?" Grace asked rhetorically after listening to the passage.

"Yes. The current elf queen, Aigenweila, although her strength is not low and her appearance is beautiful, she is not the kind of existence that is difficult to convince. It's not difficult."

"so?"

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

"The open faction has long been associated with the 'Fairy Wood' organization in the southern border of the empire. Our best choice now is to support the conservative faction, support them to defeat their opponents, and then expel the open faction around the queen."

"The leader of the Open Sect, Vestena is the Queen's friend. She has a great influence on the Elf Queen. As long as she is expelled from the forest, the follow-up will be much more convenient."

"But how do we support conservatives to beat openers, the test of this showdown is not one

Most people can participate, and the deadline is very tight. "The other knight asked, his voice was elegant, and he seemed to be a rare wise man in the field.

"That's why Lord Salius sent me to assist." The man in black robe replied slowly.

"The closer the deadline is, the more anxious the conservatives are, and the easier it is for us to compromise and unite. The elf's proud self-esteem will not accept help from others when there is room for it."

"Besides, now we have conditions that they can't refuse."

Speaking of which, the man in black robe opened his robe and slowly released the long sword wrapped in black cloth on his waist, revealing the intricate and exquisite patterns.

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

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

"Who are you? You actually have this 'Wind of Kings' sword."

At this point, the knight in the hall finally couldn't bear the doubt in his heart and questioned the man in black robe.

The 'Wind of Kings' and 'The Wind of Tranquility' are the two swords that were jointly built by the last great fairies when the Green Kingdom was established.

During the more than 20 years of turmoil, the crown prince Ansi Er was besieged by the "Blood Prince" Aimanke brothers in the wedding holding the "Wind of Kings" and died in the wedding hall. Since then, the whereabouts of this sword are unknown.

Many people speculate that it was hidden in the collection of the Aimanke brothers and finally lost in Titenya, but they do not want to appear here again now.

"It doesn't matter who I am, the important thing 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 Jerain from the knights.

Jerain held the sword in his hand and slowly stroked it, confirming that it was genuine. As the heir of the Griffin family, he had seen Prince Ansair when he was a teenager, and he naturally knew this special sword.

"Okay, I approve the first step plan."

"From now on, you can live here. But there are five tests in this duel, and it's only an advantage, and it is far from winning. As for the next few steps, I think you should have prepared a plan."

"Yes, Your Highness Jerain."

"Then let me look forward to your performance, and hope not to disappoint me."

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