This dungeon has mushrooms growing on it.

Chapter 270, Page 269: The Sword Saint's Mouth
The heart of the Elven palace—Isildorin.

The entire elven city was built around it like stars surrounding the moon, and the Elf King resided deep within this magnificent building that radiated magical light.

Although they are revered as "Kings," the elves' power is not inherited through bloodlines, but rather resembles a system of "sage succession."

The successor is designated by the former Elf King and then approved by the council of elders before one can ascend to the throne.

Therefore, the Elven race only has titles such as "King" or "Queen," but not "Prince" or "Princess."

If a hereditary system were truly implemented, we might witness the extraordinary spectacle of a 'thousand-year-old crown prince'.

The Elf Forest does not welcome outsiders, let alone the Elf Palace, except for delegations.

at this time,

Inside a side hall of the royal palace, a group of humans were packing their belongings. The atmosphere was oppressive, and the swordsman Elvein's seemingly muttered curses echoed down the corridor.

Things like "untrustworthy" and "scheming villain".

The sound carried far down the corridor, and several elves nearby heard it clearly.

Amidst the hostile gazes around them, his disciple Fifteen pleaded in a low voice, "Master! Please! Say less! At least... keep your voice down!"

Unfortunately, the Sword Saint completely ignored him.

"He did it on purpose, didn't he?" Salian Shiraishi, who was in charge of receiving the human delegation, looked at Elwin, who was talking non-stop, not far away, with a helpless expression.

This human delegation not only demanded food, but also requested that the elves, in accordance with the original alliance, send their top combat forces to support the front lines.

The Elf King flatly refused, and Salian and his companions' task was to politely "send them off."

This is a diplomatic occasion, where it's important to be subtle and to the point, and to stop when necessary.

Unfortunately, humanity sent Elwayne, this "cannon"!
Upon being rejected, the swordsman launched into an indiscriminate taunting mode, using such vulgar language that the elves were speechless.

Previously, he had even insulted the Elf King to his face, calling him a "shameless scoundrel," which almost escalated into a physical fight at the negotiating table.

Thankfully, a fight didn't break out. Salian didn't want to end up like that elven guard captain who got beaten black and blue for provoking Elwayne and was still bedridden...

Ultimately, the elves only agreed to provide half the amount of food requested by the humans, and military assistance was out of the question. The Elf King did offer to send his elite rangers to assist in the hunt for demon spies, but this was also directly rejected by the humans.

The mission, ostensibly to hunt down spies, was actually to find the "hero" mentioned in the intelligence. Even without the hero, humanity wouldn't simply hand over all the information from the rear, so it's normal that they couldn't reach an agreement.

The accusations against Elvien grew louder and louder. Beside Salian, the clear sound of teeth grinding could be heard.

The person in charge of receiving them was Galadriel Twisted Song, the Elf King's daughter. Her beautiful face was now so gloomy it could drip water, and her icy blue eyes were fixed on the noisy middle-aged man in the distance.

"This old geezer!"

Salian actually wanted to remind her that they were both much older than the human in the distance.

But seeing the raging anger in Galadriel's eyes, and knowing about her past with the human swordsman that was best left unsaid, Salian wisely swallowed his words.

This diplomatic negotiation, which had lasted for over a month and should have been solemn, ended in a very undignified manner with a passionate shouting match between the Elf King's daughter and the human swordsman.

Salian finally breathed a sigh of relief, because he no longer had to listen to Elwayne's trash talk, nor did he have to stay in the palace all the time.

Although the palace is magnificent and exquisite, some young elves who have never been to the palace will yearn for it.

But in reality, for elves who are naturally close to nature, living in treehouses in the outer forests where they coexist with giant trees is more comfortable and carefree, at least that's what Salian thinks.

His home was on a giant tree at the very edge of the forest.

In fact, the treehouses near the palace were mostly residences for elves like him who served in the palace. But Salian didn't go straight up the spiral staircase home; instead, he turned and walked down into the deep woods below. Before going home, he had to check if his troublesome sister had returned.

They wandered further and further off the beaten path until finally, that familiar, solitary little wooden cabin came into view.

Before I even opened the door, a series of muffled thuds came from inside.

Salian frowned and pushed open the door—

call out!
A blue shadow shot straight at his face like an arrow released from a bow!

Salian's lips moved silently and rapidly, and a semi-transparent, elastic magic bubble instantly formed in front of him.

The blue projectile struck the bubble, bounced off weakly, and was caught by Salian.

It was Feifei the parrot, one of his sister's pets, so he naturally recognized her.

As his gaze swept across the room, even though it wasn't his own residence, Salian's temples throbbed with excitement.

Inside the cubicle, the Earth Bear Bean lay on the floor, only its silly head sticking out with its eyes rolled back and tongue lolling out was visible; Fur Ball huddled under the bed, shivering; the Shadow Swamp Python named Bubble lay limp on the floor, clearly unconscious, while a bluish-white Puji was kicking its head intermittently with its paws, only stopping when it saw him enter.

As for the house, it looked as if it had been swept by a storm. The furniture was overturned and broken, and the floor was a mess. The most outrageous thing was that there was a conspicuous hole in the wall!
Salian felt that his blood pressure hadn't risen as high as it had when he was dealing with Elwayne's foul mouth!

I took three deep breaths to calm myself down.

"That fool, what 'treasure' did he pick up this time?" Salian's gaze locked onto the poopy, and a magical light flashed in his palm.

Scout Puji was instantly imprisoned by an invisible magical force field. He struggled in vain and was lifted in front of Salian from a distance.

He examined the strange monster closely: "Pfft? The mutation is too outrageous... Where did that girl come from?"

Salian became interested, his fingertips glowing as he approached the immobilized Puji, intending to open it and examine its internal structure.

Of course I won't kill him; I'll just check on him and heal him.

"What are you doing?!" An angry scream accompanied by a figure rushing in!

Upon returning, Ellawen, like an enraged little lion, launched a flying kick at her brother!
The magic bubble reappeared, easily blocking her sister's attack.

"I'm just checking to see if this monster is dangerous," Salian said calmly.

"Little Chick saved my life! You're not allowed to bully it!" Ellawen pushed Puji away and shouted.

“Save your life?!” Salian’s face instantly darkened.

Aylawen realized she had let something slip and turned to run away, but it was too late.

Salian grabbed her arm, his tone leaving no room for argument: "Explain yourself! The whole story! Don't leave out a single word!"

Although he was the elder brother, he was actually over a hundred years older than Elaine. Due to some family reasons, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that he single-handedly raised his younger sister.

Upon hearing that Elaine was in mortal danger, he naturally had to ask her for details!
Taking advantage of Salian's attention being completely drawn to his sister, Scout Puji didn't hesitate to run away, first darting back into the messy house, and then scurrying out through the hole in the back wall!

We've run into a big shot. We can't afford to mess with him!

Name: Salian Whitestone

[Level: LV71]

(End of this chapter)