When the rising sun rises, many people do not get up as usual. After all, those who are mercenaries cannot live in tension every day. The holiday after the mission requires relaxation and adjustments to their psychology and body in all aspects. Sleeping in beautifully after each mission is a long-lasting habit.

But the elders of the entire elves will not be as leisurely as many.

The Public Council is about 600 square meters in size, which is not large among the office areas of the entire upper parliament, but it is the most important and serious place.

The elves currently maintain the specifications of the twelve elders of the council, but not every one of these twelve elders is busy dealing with complicated affairs at the highest point of the tree of life every day.

There is a division of labor in matters, but these twelve elders will not come together.

For example, Elder Tyris is responsible for handling the main government affairs of the three coastal acropolises, while Elder Liriel is responsible for the city defense and economic policies of the five acropolises bordering the St. Lance Empire.

It can be said that there are no more than three elders who usually stay in Dashir, but today the twelve elders came from other towns overnight, and all arrived at the Public Council Hall by dawn.

Although it is not as chaotic as the elders' strength, the older elders showed some fatigue.

The entire public meeting hall looks like a miniature arena pattern, empty in the middle, and circles of crimson purple tables and chairs expand from the inside to the outside, from low to high, like a whirlpool.

Because the elves are free in nature, although there were elf queens and noble classes in history, they would not have absolute dictatorship. Even during the empress's time, the parliament still occupied an important position, so it has been passed down to this day.

The rows of seats in the public hall are arranged in a circular shape to show this concept of equality. Of course, this equality is relative, and it can be seen from the absence of any attendant that they have long been blocked under the high steps outside the hall door, and they are not allowed to look up at this solemn building.

The twelve elders were already sitting, thinking in their seats with different expressions, and could hear a needle quietly. The atmosphere was very solemn - because these respected elders knew that the master today had not come yet.

When Carolina, wearing a red dress, walked into the public hall, all the elders immediately stood up and stroked their chests to express their respect. This respect was not just for Carolina, but for the contributions of the superior dragon clan represented by Carolina to save the elves.

Carolina politely caresses her chest and lowers her head, and her figure, which is a beauty, now has a solemn appearance without any desire.

The respect of both sides has a history of origin. The glory of the past is annihilated in the dust of history. Today, the survivors of that era of suffering are still from the heart of the respect for the other party's predecessors.

After the salute, Carolina sat down, and the round venue suddenly became quieter.

"First of all, I'm telling my purpose. To put it simply, not long ago, Nerios, the eldest son of the King of the Black Dragon, Cridill, disappeared. I think everyone should understand what the disappearance of the superior dragon means." Carolina's voice was calm and agile, without any arrogance, which made the elders very useful, but they enjoyed it. After hearing this news, none of the old guys here could understand what Carolina said and the other meaning, but their demeanor as elfs made them not immediately whisper.

Carolina continued: "But not long ago, I sensed his surviving aura. Although it was very weak, it at least proved that this hero has not returned to the embrace of the dragon god Kerrbos."

Kerbos is the dragon god believed in by the dragon clan. Every dead dragon and dragon soul will return to the divine realm of the dragon god Kerbos. Of course, the hybrid sub-dragons created by the romantic dragons with their unrestrained hormones are not included.

"His Highness Carolina, the entire elves will agree to any request you made."

On behalf of the elders, Wendell took the lead in making a statement, without any pride and without any room for anything. This is the attitude of the elves towards their friends.

"I hope to find Nerios in the elves territory. I don't know how he is at this time, but I shouldn't be optimistic. Even though the upper dragon clan has strong recovery, the serious injury that can make his breath weak to the point of elimination may cause him to fall asleep. If there is any news, I hope all elders will notify me that the bloodline of the Black Dragon clan is not much after all." Carolina's tone was slow, but it was a kind of pressure that the superiors could not refuse.

The status and strength of the superior dragon determine that they have such capital.

Elder Wendell and the other elders looked at each other a few times. Several elders whispered for a while, and then solemnly announced: "His Royale Carolina, my elves will prepare personnel in the shortest time to find His Royal Highness Nerios."

Who is Nerios? I'm afraid anyone with a little knowledge on the continent knows it.

The eldest son of the dragon Black Dragon Cridil, who protects order and power, is the only pure blood offspring left by the fall of the Black Dragon Cridil leader, who has survived to this day after the fall of the Black Dragon Cridil in the war three thousand years ago. In terms of strength alone, Nerios is already the existence of this continent that can despise the people, but now this powerful and superior dragon is on the verge of death? While the elders were secretly frightened, they were constantly guessing who could cause such a sensation.

Carolina stood up and bowed to the elders. This was the highest etiquette of the dragon in the superior. More than a dozen elders stood up and returned the gift as if they were burned by fire. It was probably not as simple as they imagined that Carolina was guessing the reason for this.

Carolina said nothing after saluting. It seemed that today's meeting ended here. Several elders who came from the border territory seemed to have something to deal with. They looked at Wendell with inquiring eyes. After all, today's meeting was proposed by Wendell. Wendell coughed twice and signaled that there was something else to say. Everyone looked at him. Of course, except Carolina, she closed her eyes and rested without any action after she finished talking about her own affairs.

Wendell didn't care, but just spoke slowly and began to tell many letters... The elders were immediately angry... "This group of maggots that should have rotted forever in the cemetery!"

"They actually want to take action?"

"Does that old slaughter in Leorick actually want to repeat his crimes?"

After listening to Wendell's story and analysis, the elders were moved.

"Is Savile Blood Moon's student? Wendell, who gave you the news? The student who can defeat him seems not to be a simple character."

Elder Liriel, not far from Wendell, raised her own question. She had faced Savile, who was called "sharp knife" in the war between the elves and the undead. That war did not affect the Elf Empire in the west of the continent too much, but the Barence Empire and the Elf Empire had a treaty of watch and mutual assistance. As the leader of the reinforcements, Elder Liriel had experienced the terrifying and powerful strength of Savile Blood Moon at close range.

"Not only defeated, but also killed him." Wendell said slowly, "This mercenary can be said to provide us with a very important and valuable information. If we keep it in the dark, this time the undead army will make us repeat the mistakes of the Barence Empire."

"Does these rotten reptiles feel that their cemetery is not enough?"

"Let's not talk about how to deal with it. I think we should have called the mercenary and ask in detail about the situation at that time. The letter did not say anything specifically. So, maybe it's just a few new bone sticks to come out to find something for their old bone sticks?" The elder next to him felt a little alarmist about Wendell's judgment.

"Of course, we will reward this brave mercenary, after all, he saved my daughter's life at the same time."

"Oh? The little girl is back? So, the little girl is in the same team as this mercenary?"

“As you think, Baggs.”

"Then how do you plan to reward this elf friend?"

"I think the Guardians medal may be well deserved."
Chapter completed!