Wizard: This witcher is neglecting his duties.

Chapter 121 The Hundred-Year-Old Elf Girl

It was a room that wasn't very big. On the floor, a rather intricate magic circle was drawn with some kind of special purple pigment.

At the four corners of the magic circle, four huge braziers seemed to burn with bright yellow flames forever, while in the very center of the magic circle, a golden top, seemingly made of gold, sat quietly.

Upon entering the room, Toruville closed the door. She glanced back at Wayne, signaling him to get ready.

Then he stretched out his arm, revealing an inscribed bracelet made of some unknown metal. After putting it to his lips, he began to chant some incantation softly.

Toluviel's voice is beautiful, at least more beautiful than Keira's and Maisie's. If she could become a bard, she might be very popular.

As Wayne was thinking this, the golden top in the center of the magic circle suddenly began to spin. As the golden top spun, the air above the magic circle began to twist and distort. Accompanied by a huge tearing sound, in just a few seconds, a powerful magical force tore open a portal above the magic circle, which looked like a chaotic void.

This was the first time Wayne had ever seen a portal to the Witcher world. Although he had used it a few times in the game, this was the first time he had ever seen it in person.

Toluville removed the bracelet from her wrist, then glanced at Wayne and said softly:

"You probably have no experience using portals, Wayne?"

"It's alright. This portal is controlled by Ms. Francesca herself, so it's very safe. However, the experience of traveling through time is indeed a bit uncomfortable, but you'll get through it in a minute."

After saying that, the female elf gave Wayne a look that said "follow me," and then took the lead in walking into the seemingly empty portal.

After hesitating for a second, Wayne took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and went inside.

As it turned out, just as Toluviel had said, the experience of passing through the portal was not pleasant. It was like being put into a high-speed spinning washing machine, making you lose your sense of direction, as if all directions had been reversed and your internal organs were ramming around inside your body.

A few seconds, or perhaps tens of seconds later, Wayne suddenly felt a lightness throughout his body as his feet touched solid ground. The Witcher's physical attributes and strong sense of balance prevented him from falling to the ground, and he quickly returned to normal.

He looked up and observed his surroundings, finding himself in a beautiful elven palace. Toluviel was standing not far away, swaying slightly and looking pale, seemingly still recovering from the aftereffects of the teleportation array.

A few seconds later, the female elf seemed to have recovered from the influence. She turned to Wayne with a smile, then pointed to the beautiful and magnificent buildings and the various exquisite flowers, plants, and trees around them, saying with a hint of pride:

"This is the Elf Palace located in the Valley of a Hundred Flowers. Although it was not even a famous palace in the past, it is now the best-preserved Elf Palace in the world."

Upon hearing this, Wayne took another careful look at the surrounding scenery and found it to be truly beautiful. The various statues, colorful murals, and ingenious architectural designs were filled with the epic feel of the fantasy world he had imagined.

However, at this moment, the entire palace appeared quite deserted. There were neither fully armed elven guards nor graceful elven maids in dresses. It was empty everywhere, giving it a desolate and forlorn appearance.

As she walked, Toluviel introduced the elven race, occasionally recounting its glorious history, seemingly trying to increase Wayne's sense of belonging and acceptance of the elves.

Wayne, of course, wouldn't refuse the elf's enthusiasm, at least on the surface he pretended to listen very attentively.

Soon, the two passed through the front garden, through the magnificent hall, and through a large back garden decorated with artificial hills, fountains, and various precious trees, arriving near a beautiful small lake within the palace.

Before the two could get close, a beautiful melody played on an elven flute entered Wayne's ears.

The music was beautiful and melodious, with a timeless quality, as if it were an epic story, telling the tale of a race that survived a catastrophe and, through its own efforts, built a brilliant civilization in a barren land.

Wayne looked in the direction of the music and saw a beautiful elf in an elegantly designed pavilion. She was wearing a white princess dress, with long, dark golden hair, stunning beauty, and sky-blue eyes. She was sitting on a bench, intently playing the epic song.

Upon seeing Francesca for the first time, Wayne couldn't help but gasp. He never imagined that such a beautiful woman existed in the world. Even in the past, when he was bombarded with all kinds of online videos, he had never seen such beauty.

Although the sorceress in front of me was several hundred years old, she looked like a pure and innocent young girl, as if the most beautiful time had been frozen on her. And because of her powerful strength as the strongest sorceress, she also looked like someone who was detached from the world.

And so, one person played while the other two listened, until Francesca finished playing the entire song. Only then did Wayne let out a soft sigh, feeling a little regretful at the end of this beautiful melody.

Just then, the beautiful elven maiden in the pavilion turned her gaze to the two of them. She opened her red lips and said in a melodious voice:

"Welcome, Lady Toluville, and this gentleman, um, the Witcher."

She put down her elven flute, stood up, pointed to the table beside her with her pale finger, and softly invited:

"I've had dinner prepared, all of which are dishes unique to the Elven race. Come, let's eat and talk."

Upon hearing this, Toluviel bowed slightly, and Wayne, snapping out of his daze at the elven sorceress's beauty, entered the pavilion with her.

There weren't many dishes on the table. Besides a plate of fish of unknown type, there was a bowl of clear soup, a few plates of green vegetables and fruit. Although the aroma was enticing, the food was quite bland.

However, when Francesca sat down opposite Wayne, a captivating fragrance wafted from the sorceress and into Wayne's nostrils.

Like a secluded orchid in the mountains, or a daisy in the morning, it is both delicate and alluring, making one want to take a few more breaths.

The delicate fragrance even improved his appetite.

Before the three of them could even pick up their chopsticks, Toluville picked up a bottle of Hundred Flowers Wine from the table, poured a glass for Francesca across from her, and then poured a full glass for Wayne and herself as well.

Francesca picked up her glass, quietly thanked Toluville, then looked at Wayne with her clear, sky-blue eyes and said softly:

"Please forgive me, Mr. Wayne, our elven food does seem a bit bland, but it tastes quite good once you start eating it."

Hearing the host say that, Wayne, out of politeness, humbly replied that the food was indeed very good. However, it was true that the flavor of these dishes was somewhat bland compared to those big fish and meat dishes, but it was a special flavor that he remembered vividly.

The three chatted as they ate, mostly discussing the current state of the Elven race and the Valley of a Hundred Flowers. Although Francesca seemed somewhat detached from worldly affairs, as a female sorcerer who was several hundred years old, her knowledge far surpassed that of ordinary people of this era.

He speaks clearly and logically, and occasionally cracks a small joke, so he doesn't make people feel distant.

After chatting for a few minutes, Wayne gradually got used to their conversation and didn't hold back his thoughts, briefly sharing his views on the elves and the northern kingdoms.

In particular, regarding the current oppression of non-human races by humans, he spoke frankly:

"There's nothing we can do about it, and it's impossible to gain the other side's understanding through peaceful means."

"Whether in terms of numbers or fertility, elves or other non-human races are inherently at a great disadvantage."

"Moreover, the prolonged oppression has numbed most of the elves, and they dare not resist unless their lives are in danger."

"However, they do not lack the spirit of resistance, but rather a leader, a guide."

"Everyone has the right to pursue a better life, but humans who have become accustomed to exploiting non-human races will not relinquish such a right to us."

(End of this chapter)