The Shota Priest of the Big Sister Adventure Group

The air is filled with the light fragrance of flowers and the freshness of herbs. You can vaguely hear the singing of birds and the gurgling of streams in the distant forest. People can't help but slow down their pace, and their hearts are unprecedentedly calm and cleansed.

However, the tranquility was soon broken by a sudden greeting, like a stone thrown into a calm lake.

"Long time no see, my dear daughter." Ornn's words were filled with a long-lost tenderness, but also mixed with indescribable complex emotions, which instantly froze the air in the entire space.

Time seemed to stop at this moment, all sounds were swallowed up by this sudden power, leaving only the echo of heartbeats echoing in my ears.

As the person in charge of this event, Filia had originally looked calm and composed, but at this moment she couldn't help but widen her eyes, her eyes full of disbelief.

She looked around quickly, trying to find the answer from the faces of the elven servants and guards, but found that they were also shocked by the scene and speechless.

Their expressions varied, some were shocked, some were confused, and some were deeply worried, as if they had sensed the coming storm.

Sodros, a usually calm and introverted little boy, couldn't help but open his mouth slightly at this moment, his eyes moving back and forth between Ornn and Ophelia, his heart full of doubts and confusion.

He knew very well about Ophelia's affairs and how they had come together.

The sudden appearance of Ornn and these meaningful words undoubtedly cast a shadow on the already complicated mother-daughter relationship.

As for Ophelia, there was a barely perceptible fluctuation in her deep eyes, and her brows were furrowed, revealing her deep dissatisfaction and resistance to this sentence.

The corners of her mouth were slightly pursed, forming a stubborn arc. Although she tried hard to remain calm on the surface, her clenched fists revealed her inner excitement and struggle.

"Why are you here?" Ophelia finally spoke. Although her voice was soft, the tone in it was very cold, as if she was talking to a stranger.

"With such a small shop to open, it's not necessary for you, the great elder, to come here, right? Isn't this a bit of a waste of your talent?" Her eyes were full of dissatisfaction and even a little disgust.

Maybe it was because of his mother's previous behavior, or maybe it was because of her current uninvited action.

As these words were spoken, the originally tense atmosphere seemed to loosen a little, but it turned into a tense one.

Although it may not lead to physical violence, some bickering is likely to occur.

qqunIn this room, the ones who suffered the most were undoubtedly the maids and guards.

Although Jiu said that they also came directly from the elves, the map of the Elf Forest is also very large. Everyone knows the great elder. After all, she often travels around and gives speeches.

As for Ophelia, many people have only heard of her legend, and most have never seen her in person.

But at this moment, they seemed to feel that nothing bad was happening here.

They all lowered their heads, wishing they could plug their ears so as not to hear the conversation.

2 Oroi was not angry at Ophelia's words. She still looked at her calmly without any emotional fluctuations. "You are still the same, Ophelia."

Lu: "It's been so many years, isn't it time to calm down?"

Ophelia shook her head, her expression still cold. "Calm down? Calm down what? I'm not angry now."

⑺Ollaoi did not answer and walked out slowly.

Zero had to admit that Ornn was indeed very beautiful. She exuded a very strong sense of maturity and was a very seductive woman.

Illaoi walked slowly on the ground, and every step seemed so calm and unhurried.

Her steps were light and powerful, without making any sound.

As she moved, there seemed to be a barely perceptible ripple in the air. Tiny green particles were dancing gently. They surrounded Illaoi like elemental elves, mysterious and natural.

These green particles are so tiny that they almost blend into the surrounding air. Only by careful observation can one capture their subtle presence. They sway gently with Illaoi's steps, guiding her direction.

After taking a few steps, Ornn arrived in front of Ophelia.

After all, they were mother and daughter, and they were both about the same height, though Ophelia was probably a few centimeters taller.

Orloy looked at his daughter. She still looked the same, but there was something special about her. She was less youthful, less proud, and less impatient.

Then her eyes moved down and looked at the little Sodros right next to her.

Ornn had found out before that Ophelia had found a young husband, perhaps the person in front of her.

But what surprised her was that this little man seemed to have a very special aura.

A breath similar to that of the World Tree! Very, very strange.

But she couldn't figure out what was so strange about it.

"Is this your little husband? He's really good-looking." Illaoi praised.

"Thank you very much for the compliment," Ophelia replied.

"Okay, I know you're still angry, but since I've taken over the task, I have to get things done first, and I'll come find you later."

Having said that, Illaoi slowly walked out, ready to go to the banquet.

"Are you still so domineering? Do you think I will agree to meet you?" Ophelia looked dissatisfied.

Illaoi stopped and turned to look at her daughter. "Oh, that is indeed a question, but I don't think you will refuse my invitation, Ophelia."

As she spoke, she looked at Sodros beside her, as if there was another meaning behind her words.

This behavior made Ophelia very angry, but she had no choice.

The reason why Illaoi could become the Great Elder, besides his relationship with the World Tree, was also due to his unquestionable strength.

Chapter 254: The banquet begins, the guests are overjoyed

In the banquet hall in front, the sunlight shines through the carefully carved glazed window frames, casting mottled shadows, which complement the magic crystal chandeliers hanging in the hall, creating an atmosphere that is both natural and dreamy.

The air is filled with a mixture of floral and fruity scents specially made by the elves, which gently brushes across the nose of every guest, making people feel relaxed and happy.

The ground is paved with floors carved from precious wood. Every step seems to be stepping on the rhythm of history, steady yet elegant.

In the center of the banquet hall, a giant long table made of pure silver is particularly eye-catching. On the table are placed various exquisite delicacies and rare fruits. Each dish is like a work of art, colorful and fragrant, enough to make the most discerning taste buds fall for it.

The elf waiters, dressed in light and flowing green gauze dresses, shuttled among the guests. Their movements were graceful and swift, like elves jumping in the woods, adding a bit of agility and mystery to the feast.

Those who can step into this banquet hall are all elites from all walks of life.

They dress in gorgeous aristocratic costumes and jewel-studded jewelry, showing off their family's honor and status, or in well-tailored merchant robes, with shrewdness and wisdom in their eyes, and their every move revealing their extraordinary financial resources and influence.

As for those who do not have enough strength or whose identities are not suitable, even if they yearn for it, they can only wait at the banquet and cannot enter, and sigh inwardly.

In a corner of the banquet, two guests were having a lively conversation.

One was a noble lord dressed in a gorgeous purple robe. On his chest was a huge gem brooch that symbolized his family's power. His eyes revealed an aura of majesty without even being angry.

Opposite him sat a middle-aged businessman dressed in fine silk merchant clothing, with a humble yet confident smile on his face, his fingers gently stroking a ring inlaid with a rare gemstone in his hand.

"Respected Marquis, it is my great honor to be able to meet with you here." The businessman bowed slightly, his tone full of respect, "Regarding the trade agreement we mentioned earlier, what do you think?"

The Marquis took a sip of the elven wine in his hand. The clear and sweet wine seemed to wash away all the dust. He slowly put down the wine glass and looked at the merchant sharply. "Your proposal is indeed tempting, but you also know that our family has always been strict with its partners. Can you ensure that the quality and quantity of the goods can meet our standards?"

The businessman smiled confidently upon hearing this. "Don't worry, Marquis. I have been working in the business world for decades, and I rely on integrity. I will personally supervise the production of the goods for this cooperation, and strictly control every process to ensure your satisfaction. Not to mention that this is at the elves' banquet, I dare not tell any lies."

The Marquis nodded slightly, seeming to be quite satisfied with the merchant's answer. "Okay, then I will believe you this time. However, as a prerequisite for cooperation, I hope you can give me some discounts on the price. After all, the influence of our family can also open up a wider market for your goods."

The businessman thought about it in his heart after hearing this. After a moment, he smiled and responded, "You are right, Marquis. To show our sincerity in cooperation, I am willing to give you another 10% discount on the original price. What do you think?"

Upon hearing this, the Marquis' eyes flashed with satisfaction. He stood up and held out his hand. "Well, it's settled then. I hope that our future cooperation can reach a higher level and benefit both parties."

The merchant quickly stood up and held the Marquis's hand tightly, "I will definitely live up to your expectations."

As the two shook hands, a cooperation involving wealth and power was quietly reached in the elves' banquet hall. And such scenes were constantly played out in other corners of the banquet, with each guest looking for their own opportunities and cooperation.

"The great elder of the elven tribe, Orloy Mostia, has arrived!" A group of nineteen elves and eighteen elves servants ran in and shouted.

Following the loud announcement from the elf attendant, the noise in the banquet hall instantly fell silent, as if time had been paused.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the door, with disbelief in their hearts.

The wine glasses in the hands of the nobles trembled slightly, with surprise and disbelief flashing in their eyes. The businessmen looked at each other, and the smiles on their lips gradually solidified and turned into a look of awe.

“Grand Elder Illaoi Mostea...is here in person!” Such thoughts echoed in everyone’s mind, like a stone thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples.

Some of them had heard of the legend of the Great Elder, but had never thought of seeing it with their own eyes; some felt this shock for the first time, with an indescribable excitement in their hearts.

The figure of the great elder walked in slowly, her steps were steady and powerful. Everyone present straightened their backs involuntarily and greeted the leader of the elves with the most sincere attitude.

Illaoi stood on the stage of the conference hall, her eyes gently sweeping over the bustling crowd below, with a satisfied smile on her lips. She coughed lightly, her voice clear and powerful, "Welcome everyone, I am the great elder of the elves, Illaoi Mostia." Her opening remarks were simple and direct, without any unnecessary embellishment.

“It is a rare opportunity to be able to gather with you all here today. Whether you are the nobles who have come from afar or the hardworking merchants, your presence has added infinite brilliance to this event.” Her words revealed sincerity and gratitude, making people feel a warm current.

Finally, Illaoi swept her eyes across the audience again. She smiled and said, "I hope that everyone can enjoy the joy of this gathering in the coming time. Whether it is communication or entertainment, please let go of yourself. I wish everyone to spend a happy and unforgettable day here."

After saying that, she walked down and quickly went backstage.

Rather than chatting with these people, she is more concerned about her daughter's affairs now.

The guests below didn't say anything when they saw Ornn leaving. They thought they were not qualified enough to communicate with him.

Unless the other party has reasons, they dare not apply for it.

Feilia also came to the banquet and was now surrounded by everyone, asking various questions.

Filia answered various questions with a smile. Although she was also annoyed, this was her job.

Although this time Ornn came instead of her mother, her mother will still come after Ornn returns.

After all, it’s your daughter’s lifelong event, so you can’t ignore it!

At this moment, backstage, Illaoi was face to face with her daughter again.

There are only three people here now, Ophelia, Sodros, and Illaoi!

Chapter 255: Ah? I'm sleeping with my mother-in-law?

The atmosphere in the office was a bit depressing, and the figures of the three people looked particularly solemn in the slightly dim light.

Sodros sat in a chair, leaning forward slightly, a little restless, his hands clasped together, his eyes constantly moving between Ophelia and Illaoi.

Ophelia stood aside, with a hint of stubbornness and dissatisfaction on her face, her eyes staring straight at her mother, Illaoi.

And Ornn, the great elder of the elves, had a serious face and his eyes revealed an unquestionable majesty.

"What's going on?" Sodros was the first to break the silence. His voice was so low that only Ophelia next to him could hear it. "I originally thought it would be Feilia's mother, why is it Elder Orloy?"

Illaoi glanced at Sodros, obviously having heard his whisper, and said lightly, "Sodros, right? I have heard a lot about you, but some things are not what you can imagine. I came here for my reasons."

Ophelia couldn't help but interrupt, "Haha, reason? What reason do you have for coming here? Do you want to take me back? And then continue to use me?"

Illaoi frowned and said unhappily, "Ophelia, I'm doing this for your own good, how can I be taking advantage of you? And you are a member of the elves. As the daughter of the World Tree, you should be most aware of your responsibilities and mission!"

"Do I understand?" Ophelia sneered. "Your so-called responsibility and mission is to make me live according to your wishes? Doing things I don't want to do, I don't want to do these!"

Sodros became more and more nervous as he watched the quarrel between the mother and daughter. He knew that he was in an awkward situation, caught in the middle.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down.

"Ophelia, Illaoi...My Lord. Let's calm down first." Sodros said.

Ophelia turned her head, looked at Sodros, and said, "Sodros, you don't have to care so much. She has never considered my feelings."

Illaoi's expression became even uglier. She looked at Ophelia and said, "Ophelia, you are too willful. Everything I do is for the future of the elves."

"For the future of the elves?" Ophelia said sarcastically, "Then why don't you ask me what kind of future I want?"

Sodros looked at the quarreling mother and daughter and secretly groaned in his heart. He knew that if the argument continued, it would only make the situation worse.

"Okay, okay, let's not argue about this for now." Sodros stood up and tried to persuade him, "Lord Illaoi, could you please tell me the purpose of your coming here first?"

Illaoi was silent for a moment, then slowly said, "I came here, of course, for Ophelia."

Ophelia's eyes widened when she heard this. "What good can you do to me? You probably want me to go back and continue doing those boring things, right? Or to marry someone?"

Illaoi said, "Ophelia, you have grown up. It's time for you to consider the interests of the elves. You should know how powerful our elves are. If you don't seize the opportunity, it's only a matter of time before we perish!"

"I don't believe it!" Ophelia shouted. "You are just trying to satisfy your desire for control!"

Sodros listened from the side and became more and more uneasy. He didn't know what to do and could only watch the mother and daughter continue to quarrel.

"Ophelia, don't forget, you are the daughter of the World Tree! Your every move represents the elves." said Illaoi.

"You're trying to pressure me with this again, aren't you?" Ophelia sneered, "I'd rather not have this identity!"

Sodros looked at Ophelia, his heart full of heartache and headache. He knew that Ophelia had always longed for freedom and longed to live according to her own wishes.

But on the other hand, his mother-in-law, Illaoi, didn't know much about it herself, and had only seen bits and pieces of information in books.

"Elder Ornn, can you give Ophelia some time to let her accept this result? If you keep doing this, it will only make the world worse." Sodros stood up fearlessly and said to Ornn.

Illaoi glanced at Sodros and said, "Sodros, I know you care about Ophelia, but you'd better not interfere in this matter. This is an internal affair of our elves."

Sodros sighed helplessly. He knew that he seemed so powerless in this argument.