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Chapter 59 The two are at odds
The human knight's strategy: Defend with shields, probe for attacks, seize weaknesses, and take them down in one fell swoop.

Elf Heroes' Strategy: First, unleash a barrage of spells. If the enemy survives, take the opportunity to close in and attack. Once your mana is restored, unleash another barrage of spells.

The knights of Faher's family stared in disbelief as the two elven heroes exchanged spells, quickly turning the surrounding environment into a scene of devastation.

Bersalia is a seasoned fire mage. Her combat training at the Academy of Light from a young age has made her extremely skilled in using various types of fire magic. For example, she can condense flames into the shape of a spear, throw it, and create a large-scale explosion the moment it hits its target—quickly setting the surrounding forest and wild grass ablaze.

Ellina moved swiftly through the flames, skillfully using light and shadow to conceal her form, occasionally piercing through the inferno to fire her lightning-slaying spear at Bersalia. Even when her spells were completely dodged, she could still perfectly disrupt Bersalia's casting rhythm.

Finally, Ellina broke through the sea of ​​fire and leaped high into the air.

Before the man arrived, the gun tip was already there, aimed straight at Bersalia's throat.

Berthalia swiftly retreated and drew her sword. Her swordsmanship was equally sharp and decisive, possessing a hero-level skill, but even heroes have differences.

The spear's range advantage was so great that the Dark Elf Queen's swordsmanship was completely suppressed, and she could not even spare a moment to cast a spell. She could only keep blocking and parrying, and the sound of swords and spears clashing was endless.

Ellina's expression remained unchanged. Her right hand thrust forward repeatedly with her spear, while her left hand once again gathered lightning and thunder, ready to deliver a fatal blow to Bersalia at any moment.

Since she's a caged bird anyway, even if she dies, she'll be resurrected, allowing her to kill without any scruples.

Suddenly, a slight pain came from my throat.

She tried to endure it, but the pain quickly turned into a pungent, sweet smell, forcing Ellina to gasp for breath while leaning on her spear.

Poisoned...when...

"The first time she drew her sword," Raine, sitting in his chair and crunching on roasted beans, suddenly said, "a small amount of medicinal powder was mixed into the sword wind she unleashed. Since you knew it was against a dark elf, you should have been more careful."

Ellina did not respond, but simply closed her eyes in pain, her long eyelashes drooping down.

Looking at the stunningly beautiful silver-haired elf, who adopted a frail yet resolute posture, a sentence inexplicably popped into Renn's mind:

"Gu, kill me!"

Looking at the poisoned Ellina, Bersalia felt a strong malice and impulse to "kill her."

But no.

Killing Ellina is pointless, because she was already dead and has only been resurrected by Renn—Renn could easily resurrect her again.

Meanwhile, Ellina's role within the Faher family is that of Renn's high elf wife, which means Renn also needs to come up with a reason to explain to the family knights why Ellina is still alive...

That's too much trouble; my goodwill towards them will definitely decrease because of it.

Bersalia didn't want to leave a negative impression of being "inconsiderate" for the sake of momentary pleasure, so she simply took out the alchemical vial containing the antidote, turned around and handed it to Renn, saying:

"The antidote is here, take it."

"Go and detoxify her," Raine said lazily, without making any move.

"I'm afraid that as soon as the poison is neutralized, she'll fight me to the death," Bersalia said softly, feigning grievance.

“No, she won’t,” Renn said.

Bersalia paused for a moment, not asking "why not," because the Caged Bird's power was absolute. As long as Rein didn't allow Ellina to harm her, little Ellina couldn't do such a thing.

So she felt a little relieved, knelt down next to Ellina, uncorked the antidote bottle, and held it to her nose.

As the pungent smell was inhaled, Ellina felt her strength gradually returning. She remained in a semi-conscious state until the toxins were mostly neutralized, then suddenly lunged at Besalia beside her.

A scuffle ensued!

There were no weapons, no spells, only pure tearing attacks. He grabbed Berthalia's soft brown hair with both hands and yanked it hard.

Bersalia winced in pain and swiftly grabbed Elrina by the neck, her mind filled with suspicion and uncertainty.

You promised you wouldn't fight me to the death!

However, the Dark Elf Queen's incredibly clever mind quickly saw through Raine's word game.

At this moment, Ellina had no intention of killing her; she simply wanted to embarrass her and vent her resentment—so it wasn't a fight to the death.

Realizing this, Bersalia wasted no more time and grabbed Ellina's beautiful face with equal force.

Let's tear it apart!
Let's see who's more shameless!

The family knights were dumbfounded. How could the two elven mages, who were just exchanging spells, suddenly be pulling each other's hair and scratching each other's cheeks like country girls?
Ryan watched intently, a smile involuntarily spreading across his face.

Haha, this is exactly what I wanted to see! The two of you actually had a terrible relationship when you were alive, not even friends, so why pretend to be united and friendly in front of me?

Fight hard!

When Marquis Fahl arrived with his men, the two elves had already let go of each other and were sitting on the ground catching their breath.

Bersalia had a lot of hair pulled out, and Ellina had countless red marks on her face. Although she looked miserable, she was not actually hurt much.

"What's going on? What's going on?" The old marquis was completely baffled. "Did the two of you... have a fight?"

“No,” Ellina said indifferently. “I just fell off my horse and my face was scratched by a pebble.”

“That won’t do. A woman’s appearance is her second life,” Marquis Fahl said, feigning concern. “I’ll have the best doctor in Haiyan City prescribe some topical ointment for you. Ms. Besalia, what is this…”

“I’ve been staying up too late lately,” Bersalia said with a smile. “I’ve lost quite a bit of hair.”

Marquis Fahre looked at the hair scattered on the ground, remained silent for a long time, and then slowly said:
"Our family has a medicinal herb that is said to promote hair growth. I'll have my servants look for it for you when we get back."

He turned to look at Ryan, as if to say, "Why don't you give me an explanation?"

Renn simply shrugged and said cryptically:

"For the sake of the two ladies' reputation, I hope you will stop asking questions. This is not the gentlemanly behavior expected of a nobleman."

Marquis Fahl was immediately taken aback, but he had to admit that Renn was right. Therefore, he secretly noted down the fact that the two elves did not get along, and said with great satisfaction:
"Son, you've had a tough time in the capital this time."

“It’s all for the family,” Raine replied, waving his hand. “Her Majesty the Queen is considerate of my hard work and has allowed me to rest for a while.”

The old marquis thought to himself, "Just as I suspected," and looked again at the wooden crates of goods in the carriages at the back of the caravan. He couldn't stop smiling.
"Alright, alright, you might as well quit being the commander of the Imperial Capital Garrison. There are too many nobles in the Imperial Capital, it's too easy to offend someone. You can rest for a few days on Salt Island... no, at Gull Castle."

“No, I have other business to attend to and need to go to the Rainforest Peninsula,” Raine said. “Have Darryl’s trading fleet pick me up.”

“Very well!” Marquis Fahel said readily. “I’ll make him take your orders!”

That's the promise that Ryan wanted.

(End of this chapter)