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The decadent elf, Catherine.

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Chapter 153 Ballad of the Golden Country

In Blazer's opinion, elves were quite strange. They were often expelled for spreading evil words in public places. However, because elves were the oldest nomadic people and bards, with the most complete historical heritage of extinct civilizations, they had to be released.

This group of thorough vegetarians are better at making dirty jokes than any other race. Some people even suspect that the elves' records are all dirty jokes from extinct civilizations.

The elves' explanation for this is that after witnessing the extinction of several civilizations, the elves' desire to reproduce has continued to increase, but because it is difficult for the physical body itself to generate desire, all of it has been converted into spiritual desire.

Without dirty jokes to satisfy their spiritual desires, the elves would become extremely depressed.

"Are you lacking in dirty joke energy?" Blaze asked tentatively.

Catherine slowly rolled her eyes, turned around and walked into the house.

"Come in, great lion."

Blaze bent down slightly to avoid being hit by the door frame. After entering, he found that the room was in a mess, with books everywhere, and some books had maps under them.

"This doesn't seem like a place where elves would live."

Elves yearn for sunlight just like plants, so their habitats are well-lit and warm. But here, it's unusually dark and cold. Not only the elves, but other creatures would have problems if they lived here for too long.

"You seem to have misunderstood something. I'm not a pure-blooded elf. I'm a half-blood." Catherine sat back on an old lady's recliner, put on her reading glasses and started reading the book she had been reading before being interrupted by Blaze.

"Half-blood?!" Blaze was very surprised, because the ears of half-blood elves are generally much shorter than normal elves, but Catherine's ears have grown so long that they can't be covered by her hair.

"Elves' ears will grow longer as they grow older, but their appearance will not change." The chicken explained to Blaze while sweeping the dust on the ground with its wings to create two clean places for Blaze and her.

There was no place to sit in the room except the old rocking chair where Catherine sat.

Chicken anticipated that this would be a long conversation, so he prepared two seats.

"That is to say, you are very old." Blazer sat down, and only then did he realize that Catherine's decadent feeling was not because of her old age, but because Catherine looked decadent because of her young appearance.

"I haven't lived that long either. The lifespan of a half-elf can't be compared to that of an elf." Catherine lowered her head and opened her eyes wide, her glasses sliding to the tip of her nose.

With her young face, she made the expression of an old person looking at something not far away.

"I heard the cries of the giants dying, and the fireflies brought news of the lions returning to the sky. You, I think, want to know the stories of the other beast kings."

"But unfortunately, whether it was when the Beast King was guiding the souls of living beings or when the Beast King fell, I didn't have the time to look up."

Catherine shook her head inadvertently, and the scar on her neck was revealed in her flowing golden hair.

It was a cruel brand inflicted on half-bloods by a kingdom that was destroyed in ancient times.

Blaze subconsciously clenched his fists.

"Are you sympathizing with me?" Catherine raised her eyes. Although her eyes were blurry, she could still easily notice the emotions in Blaze's eyes.

"You're quite the young lion. It was a very sad time, but I've found my peace, right here."

Catherine patted the rocking chair beneath her.

"In the past, I hated those who tortured me, those who were prejudiced against me because of my bloodline. I considered returning to the Golden Sea of ​​Trees with the elves, and I also considered revenge. But I later realized that the former was an escape, while the latter only confirmed their prejudice against me."

"So I chose to be a good person, to help others, to face discrimination, and the reward I received was this."

Catherine's voice took on a hint of pride.

The village of Alcmene is not only the birthplace of heroes, but also the first village in the once desolate territory of Fast.

Catherine is the sister, mother, and grandmother of all the villagers here. This love accumulated over a long period of time and generations is enough to compete with the awe of the great lion.

"You are really amazing." Blaze was extremely sincere. Just knowing that such a great person existed made him feel that his trip was not in vain.

"Well, do you have any other questions?" Catherine nodded and continued to slowly flip through the book in her hand.

"El Dorado."

Just three simple words, and Catherine's body froze, and the book in her hand slipped from her fingers.

"The Golden Country? How do you know this!" Catherine stood up excitedly.

"Did you know?" Blaze was delighted. The Golden Country mission, which had been making no progress for a long time, finally made some progress.

But Catherine's next words brought things to a dead end again.

"How could a half-blood like me not know about the kingdom of the dead?" Catherine walked tremblingly to the bookshelf and kept searching.

Ancient books fell to the ground, broke into pieces, and the old pages covered the floor.

"The Kingdom of the Dead?" Blaze and Chicken looked at each other. They had both heard from the Tree of Life that the Golden Kingdom had fallen before the Age of Gods.

Could it be that after its fall, the Golden Kingdom still continues to exist in some way?

While Blaze was confused about the chicken, Catherine found what she wanted.

It was a very old handwritten fairy tale book.

Catherine opened the first page and saw a huge castle standing up.

This is actually a pop-up book.

The writing on the book was completely blurred, but Catherine could recite the contents easily.

"It is a kingdom made of gold."

"It is a country full of happiness and a refuge for the weak. There is no famine, no poverty, and no discrimination."

Catherine turned to the second page and saw an armored knight on horseback standing up with his sword raised.

"Glorious knights guard the golden kingdom. They are brave and fearless, repelling all invading enemies."

"Knights are also kind and benevolent. They will lead the persecuted to this beautiful kingdom."

The chicken tapped the back of Blaze's hand with its wing and gave an excited expression that said, "I'm flattering you."

But what Chicken didn't know was that the knight mentioned in the story was not the Blaze in front of her.

Blaze was confused at this moment.

If the Golden Kingdom is divided into the Kingdom of the Living before the Fall and the Kingdom of the Dead after the Fall, then which time period did the Black Beast Knight originally come from?

Or……

The Golden Kingdom had always been the kingdom of the dead, but because of the Fall, it disappeared from the face of the earth.

Blaze suddenly felt a chill.

He suddenly understood why the Black Beast Knight was a fallen knight.

In a kingdom of the dead, a blessed being possesses an immortal body and feeds on souls.

Chapter 154 The Golden Country Created by Oneself

Noble, armored knights will rescue the souls of the persecuted from their bodies.

Their swords will not harm the innocent, but will only free the souls of the innocent from their bodies.

There is only so much content about the knights of the Golden Kingdom in Catherine's fairy tale book, and the rest is a description of the beauty of the Golden Kingdom.

It is a golden kingdom composed entirely of souls. Without the flesh, there is naturally no pain brought by the flesh.

In Catherine's words, it was a beautiful fairy tale, but to Blazer, it was a complete horror story.

What would happen if a blessed being with a physical body specialized in absorbing souls stood in such a country?

Either be expelled from the Golden Kingdom, or exile yourself for the world you protect.

Before we knew it, Catherine's story came to an end.

"This book is one of the fairy tales about the Golden Kingdom that has been circulated among persecuted half-bloods. It's unclear who wrote it, but the half-bloods who have read it all fantasize about a knight who will save them from their cursed bodies."

Catherine closed the fairy tale book and looked at Blaze with a complicated expression.

"I didn't expect the knight in the fairy tale to appear before me."

“Is that Golden Country really that beautiful?”

"Blazer has lost his memory. He is a lost knight who wants to find clues to the Golden Kingdom to restore his memory." The chicken chirped and said the words that Blazer had used to introduce himself before.

Blaze neither nodded in agreement nor shook his head in denial, remaining silent.

"If that's the case, then I'm sorry. All I can do is give this fairy tale book to you." Catherine handed the fairy tale book to Blaze without any reluctance, as if she was saying goodbye to the past.

Blaze took the fairy tale book and whispered, "Do you still want to go to the Golden Kingdom?"

Catherine paused for a long time, revealing a beautiful smile that transcended gender and was the result of her rich life experience.

There was relief, sadness, and pride in that smile.

"I haven't wanted to go there for a long time. I created my own El Dorado with my own hands."

“Although it’s not perfect and can be sad at times, this is exactly the beautiful El Dorado I imagined.”

"Really?" Blaze also laughed. Although this journey was still a long detour, he met a charming and extremely powerful old woman, so this journey was not in vain.

As they said goodbye, Catherine whispered to Blaze, "Great Lion, to help you liberate the stars, the elves will surely come to find you and offer you a hunting bow. When that time comes, please forgive the elves for their blunt words and offense."

"Elves are a pitiful species, lacking magnificent bodies yet endowed with a long lifespan. Unable to observe time from a higher perspective like dragons, they spend endless years in their tiny bodies. Can you imagine a human living for tens of thousands of years?"

"I'm afraid he has long forgotten who he is." Blaze had heard of elves mentioned by strangers.

Strangers always say that, considering the elves' lifespan, a 300-year-old elf is still underage.

Now that I think about it, this statement only applies to great beings like dragons. For dragons, the changes in time are determined by themselves, and the change of day and night is nothing more than a change in brightness to them.

But for elves, sunrise is the beginning of the day and sunset is the end of the day. They cannot stay awake for a long time, nor can they sleep forever. Their daily routine is similar to that of humans.

A 300-year-old elf has experienced 300 years of real life. Even a 100-year-old human being would be indifferent to it, let alone 300 or 3000 years old.

"The reason why elves are the oldest bards may be that they initially sought the right to live on the Tree of Life, but after that, it was for self-preservation."

"By retelling other people's lives, I can find the feeling of being alive. As for dirty jokes..." Catherine paused, a hint of shame in her tone.

"It's more about the elderly teasing the children and finding entertainment from the short-lived race."