Wizard Immortal

Chapter 289 High Priest

"That is the statue of the last Elf King."

Culardo's voice rang in Adir's ears.

Hearing Kuraldo's words, Adir raised his head and looked at the altar.

Before the altar, a statue stood silently, depicting a very handsome elven man holding a magnificent longsword, quite similar to the Moon King's sword held by Adir.

"Since ancient times, the Elven race has had an Elven royal court and a high priest, who together maintain the order and stability of the entire Elven race."

Beside him, looking at Adir's appearance, Kuraldo spoke up: "The Elven Royal Court is responsible for governing the entire Elven race, and the High Priest is the strongest among the Elven race, responsible for protecting all the Elven people."

"As a pure-blooded moon elf, once you reach adulthood, you will automatically possess power comparable to a level four wizard. At present, you are absolutely the most suitable candidate to succeed as the high priest."

He turned around, his cloudy eyes looking at Adir, his expression calm: "Do you understand what I'm saying?"

"I understand." Adir nodded, his face calm and showing no emotion.

"very good."

Culardo continued, "From today onwards, you are my student."

"Behind the altar before me is the library I built, which contains all the knowledge I can find."

"You may come and go as you please. Whatever you need, the entire Elven Royal Court will do everything in its power to satisfy you."

He looked at Adir with anticipation on his face: "In half a month, I will hold a banquet for you and officially announce your status as my student in front of all the nobles."

"You can prepare in advance."

A weathered, aged voice rang in my ears, and then, in the next moment, the surrounding scenery changed.

A gentle breeze was blowing, and the fragrance of grass and trees wafted from all around.

Adir looked around and saw Andra, Lilith, and the other members of the Oris family standing anxiously to one side in the distance.

Looking at Andra and the others, Adir did not go up to greet them, but instead looked around.

Before them lay a flat plain, illuminated by torches. Several elven wizards stood guard, keeping a close watch on Andra and his companions.

Seemingly having received prior notice, the elven wizards bowed respectfully upon seeing Adir arrive, then slowly retreated to the side, leaving Adir and his companions some privacy.

It was only then that Andra and the others noticed Adir approaching from a distance.

"Lord Adir, you're back!"

Upon seeing Adir, Andra and the others instantly breathed a sigh of relief, their initial anxiety subsiding slightly.

"Those people didn't do anything to you, did they?"

Curtis looked at Adir with a tense expression, seemingly somewhat afraid.

After Adir was taken away by Kurardo, representatives from many wizarding families in the area were talking about it.

The birth of a pure-blooded moon elf is destined to be a major event that will shock the entire elven race and even the Maison region.

This is a terrifying creature that rivals a level four wizard upon reaching adulthood. Currently, the strongest being in the entire Maison region is only a level two wizard. This also means that if Adir comes of age, the entire Maison region will submit to his power without any room for negotiation.

Especially among the elves, the Moon Elf bloodline is known as the Moon Elf King, a true royal bloodline with extremely strong symbolic meaning.

The bloodline of a pure-blooded moon elf is undoubtedly a treasure. If it could be extracted for conversion experiments, its value would be unimaginable.

Standing among a group of elven nobles, listening to them discuss various possibilities, Curtis's initial excitement gradually subsided, and he began to feel uneasy, until he saw Adir walk out safely, at which point his anxiety subsided.

"fine."

Seeing his birth mother's worried expression, Adir simply shook his head calmly, then spoke again: "Let's go."

"Leave?" Andra was taken aback. "Back to Morningwind City?"

"No, let's stay here."

Adir shook his head: "There's still a lot to do in the coming days."

He turned and looked in a certain direction in the distance, speaking in a calm tone.

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A few days later, with the cooperation of the Elf Royal Court, a message spread almost throughout the entire Silvermist Forest.

During the bloodline trial, a pure-blooded moon elf named Adir appeared and, witnessed by countless nobles, personally drew the Moon King's sword.

The news caused a huge uproar as soon as it spread.

The various elven nobles were eager to make their move, and the news caused quite a stir within their ranks.

Before they could even discuss how to respond, another message arrived from the powerful communication array of the royal court.

The elven high priest Kuraldo, who had not appeared for many years, reappeared. Not only did he suppress an assassination attempt by underground creatures during the bloodline trial, but he also took the pure-blooded moon elf who appeared this time as his student and invited the nobles of various regions to participate.

So, regardless of their own intentions, the various elven nobles set off again, sending people towards the elven capital.

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A grand banquet is underway in front of the bustling city palace.

At the banquet, elves dressed in gorgeous costumes walked around, laughing and joking from time to time.

The hall was luxuriously decorated, filled with a captivating fragrance, and adorned with beautiful gemstones.

On the spacious stage in the center of the hall, the elven dancers, carefully trained by Wang Ting, were performing in various styles, their exquisite dance moves captivating many around them.

The hall in front of them was very large, with plenty of seats. There were at least several hundred people sitting around, each of whom was a nobleman of extraordinary origin, representing a long-established elven family.

Outside the hall, more nobles sat, enjoying the same food and dancers, but they couldn't help but feel envious as they looked at the nobles sitting inside.

In this setting, everyone sitting in the hall is backed by powerful figures; their families either produce administrators or have formal wizards in charge.

Those sitting outside the hall, though also nobles, were mostly minor or middle-ranking nobles, many of whom had not even received an invitation and had come on their own initiative.

Adela and the others were sitting outside at that moment.

The Oris family, though considered a mid-level noble family, was simply not qualified for the occasion. Therefore, only Curtis and Latina were allowed inside through Adir's connections, while Andra, Lilith, and the others could only sit outside.

However, even outside the hall, they were not idle. They were pulling Adir's skin around to build relationships with other people and received a lot of flattery. They took the opportunity to reach cooperation agreements with many families.

"They're here! They're here!" Several voices rang out from all around.

A series of strange noises came from afar, followed by a low, melodious melody.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, several elven dancers stepped forward, followed by several elven singers carrying harps.

They sang melodious, low songs in Elvish, their voices amplified by magic and carried far and wide, audible to everyone.

Against this backdrop, a group of people surrounded several figures as they walked forward.

Adir was dressed in a white robe, his long, light silver hair was carefully combed, his handsome and delicate face looked calm, and his light silver eyes shone with a bright light.

A hint of the ancient moon elf bloodline's majesty emanated from him, instantly adding a sense of oppression to the atmosphere and imbuing him with an extra layer of authority.

Beside Adir stood an elven girl, dressed in a solemn moon-colored priestess robe. Her beautiful face carried a strong air of heroism, and a resolute and courageous quality shone between her brows.

"Is it Princess Edith?"

Nearby, a nobleman recognized the girl beside Adir and asked curiously, "What's she doing here?"

"Can't you tell?"

Nearby, other nobles joined in with a sneer: "Who wouldn't be tempted by the bloodline of the ancient moon elves?"

"Princess Edith, as the daughter of King Cast, seems to be unmarried at the moment."

A series of low murmurs drifted by, and although the voices were very soft, Adir could still hear them clearly.

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at Edith beside him. Edith's face was slightly flushed, and she seemed to have also heard the whispers around them.

Shaking his head, ignoring these details, Adir followed the dancer's lead and walked forward.

Soon after, he arrived at the hall and saw two figures sitting in front of him.

That was King Kas, the current ruler of the Elven Royal Court, and the Elven High Priest Kuraldo.

At this moment, they sat in their seats and looked at Adir and Edith, who looked extremely well-matched, as they walked in from outside. They couldn't help but exchange a glance and then nod to each other.

The music continued all around, but by this time, it had changed its tone.

The surrounding nobles stopped what they were doing and turned their gazes to Adir and his companion at the forefront. For a moment, apart from the quiet, peaceful music, there was no other sound.

"Congratulations, Adir."

Looking at Adir from above, Kuraldo smiled and then picked up something.

It was an emerald-colored ring with a complex engraving, which looked very beautiful and was also full of a subtle energy field fluctuation.

"Psychic field detected..." The voice of the chip machine sounded in his mind.

Before him, Adir respectfully accepted the ring and then put it directly on his hand.

In the distance, watching this scene, the other nobles and wizards had complicated expressions, their gazes fixed on Adir with a strange meaning.

That jade ring was no ordinary ring; it was a famous guardian artifact of the Silver Mist Forest, and also a legacy passed down through generations of high priests.

Kuraldo handed the ring to Adir, the meaning of which goes without saying; it was tantamount to confirming Adir's status as the next successor.

Sure enough, the next moment, Culardo's voice rang out.

(End of this chapter)