The empress of fast wear is married

Chapter 659 Elf Prince (5)

An elder couldn't help but reminded: "Master Patriarch, are you only telling the goddess of light? According to the rules, for a new elf born from an elf clan, two goddesses must be present at the same time, and the new elf will make its own choice."

Upon hearing this, the other elf elders couldn't help showing subtle expressions.

Blessed by the Goddess of Light or Darkness, the newborn elves serve as messengers between the gods and humans.

God has the right to choose elves, and elves also have the right of gods.

From the birth of the elves to the present, there are a total of 96 elves recorded in the book plus the newly born elf Bethel.

However, there has never been an elf who has chosen the Dark Goddess.

Over time, the dark goddess, Lady Frances, stopped coming every 100 years when new elves were born.

Later, the patriarch in charge of the elves stopped notifying the Dark Goddess.

When the elf elder mentioned that one at this time, even the patriarch couldn't help but startled: "This..."

He turned his head and looked at the Pregnant God Flower, who was sitting with her knees hugged, with ice-silver long hair against her white and tender cheeks, with long, slender and thick eyelashes drooping slightly, the little elf who didn't know what she was thinking, a tangled expression appeared on her face.

If Bethel hadn't been born with a dark red pupil, I am afraid that the elders of the elves would not have thought of that adult.

Because Bethel's dark red pupil looks evil and ominous, just like the legendary goddess of darkness, Lady Frances... exactly the same.

The patriarch of the elves sighed, and said, "At the same time, please also send the message to the Dark Goddess."
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"A messenger from the elves?"

An ice-silver butterfly flapped its transparent wings as thin as a cicada's and flew around Fenghua's body a few times, catching her attention.

Then, the ice-silver butterfly lingered a few times, and a line of text appeared in the void.

"A hundred-year-old newborn elf of the elves is born, please go, Lady Frances, the goddess of darkness."

Fenghua smiled, waved his sleeve, and the ice silver butterfly flew away: "Heh."

According to the memory of the original owner Frances, it seems that the elves have not invited her on the day of the new elves for thousands of years.

This time it's...

Strange.

She looked up at the sky, the sun was hanging high in the sky, and the streamer was dazzling.

In the forest, the crystal dew on the flowers, plants and trees evaporated, and the little rabbit with snow-white fur lazily ate the grass.

It's as beautiful as a fairy tale world.

However, to Fenghua, it was not too wonderful.

Frances is the goddess of darkness, and her power is weakest when the sun is out during the day. In addition, there are not many humans who believe in the goddess of darkness. She was already so weak that she had to fall into a deep sleep. With the power of the gods, even traveling is a problem.

The goddess of light, Stephanie, undoubtedly arrived at the elves before her.

"Oh, my respected Lady Stephanie, Goddess of Light, long time no see!" The patriarch of the elves put a hand on his shoulder, and bowed slightly to Stephanie, who was wearing an ivory White House tutu skirt, with a respectful and pious expression.

Stephanie smiled brightly, "Carosius, you don't need to be so polite. What about the newborn elves, take me to have a look."

"You, please come with me." Thinking of the strange and evil dark red pupils, the patriarch Carlosius felt uneasy, but finally turned around and led Stephanie, the goddess of light, to the sacred altar of the elves.

(End of this chapter)