Furong did not indulge in the thoughts aroused by the vegetarian for too long. After having a simple breakfast in the tent, the girl had already walked out of her melancholy and sad mood, which made Sauron very happy. After sorting out her things for a while, Sauron accompanied the girl to the camp and wandered around.

As time went by, the camp became more lively, and more and more wizards came from all over the place. In the station, various tents occupied almost all the open space, making the place look even more crowded. From time to time, staff from the Ministry of Magic ran around to coordinate the trivial matters in the station.

"Hehe, are those Russians crazy?" Sauron heard a passing staff complaining loudly. His colleague was talking excitedly to a few Russians with big beards. Aside them stood a huge tent with several domes, like a church. The staff shouted to the translator in anger, "But they took this thing away, we have no place to build a castle."

There were many things like this, and sometimes they would stop and watch for a while, just like watching a short comedy. The two of them wandered around aimlessly. Although they liked quiet on weekdays, they were enjoying themselves in the bustling crowd at this moment.

"Yes." Soren stopped suddenly, looked at the crowd not far away, and the girl holding his arm also stopped, looking at Soren in confusion.

"What's wrong?" Furong followed his gaze, but found nothing special.

Sauron stared at the other side for a while, then shook his head gently, "It's nothing, I'll just meet an acquaintance."

The girl frowned, but didn't ask anything more, pulled Soren to continue walking forward, and said vigilantly: "We have agreed that we will go out for camping and rest in the next two days, and you are not allowed to do whatever you want."

Sauron nodded. In fact, he didn't think much about it just now. He really just met an "acquaintance" - standing in the middle of the crowd was Barty Crouch, the director of the International Cooperation Department of the Ministry of Magic. This old thing has caused trouble for the people on his side recently, but as Sauron had previously analyzed with Ibikos, it is not the time to attack Crouch.

The two walked aimlessly in the tent and crowd. Before they knew it, they had already passed through the entire camp and came to the edge of the other side of the camp. Looking east along the sparse and low bush belt, you could vaguely see the roof of the stadium on the other side of the woods. The two walked through the bushes, allowing the branches and leaves to leave a faint mark on their clothes with moisture. The noise in the camp gradually faded away. Following the faint water vapor in the wind, they walked slowly in the grass. Not long after, they were delighted to find a large lake water. Through the gap between the reeds by the water, they could see the rippling waves of the clear lake water.

The girl was about to walk over, but was gently pulled by Soren. Soren raised his hand and pointed it to the other side of the lake. Following the direction of his finger, Furong was surprised to find other guests of this quiet lake - long silver hair, beautiful face, and an elf-like figure that seemed to not belong to this world, diffusing a psychedelic light in the dim sunlight.

They were several ervas, whose light figures were as if they had no weight, and their breeze passed through the water, causing a few ripples. They chuckled lightly, and the laughter of the wind chime seemed to carry a mysterious magic, making people unable to help but want to forget everything, and just listened to it. Everything seemed so perfect. The lake and the ervas who were enjoying it formed a natural picture, concealing the beauty that seemed to exist only in the dream.

Soren turned his head to look at the girl beside him. The girl of Veva blood looked quietly at the scene in front of her, as if intoxicated. But when Soren turned his gaze to her, she said softly: "They are so beautiful."

"So so." Sauron said softly, looking at the vevas, "Even I have to praise the magic of creation."

The girl chuckled and asked hesitantly: "Are we going to go? I think even disturbing them is a mistake."

Sauron shook his head indifferently, "They have noticed us."

Sauron said right, the veterinarians had stopped and floated over the water, looking in the direction of Sauron and the others.

"Who is there?" A light voice came, with a hint of undetectable alert.

Sauron glanced at the worried girl, smiled indifferently, took her hand and walked straight ahead. The reeds in front of them were separated by invisible force. In the girl's surprise, Sauron pulled her directly to the lake.

"Ah." Furong exclaimed softly, and then was surprised to find that the lake water was steadily trampled under her feet like the ground.

As if she noticed her thoughts, Sauron tightened slightly as if holding her hand to comfort her, and then pulled the girl toward the Teswomen on the other side of the lake.

"We are just travelers who pass by by chance." Sauron whispered, but his voice clearly spread across the vast water. "As you see, we have no malice."

"A familiar breath has been around for thousands of years. I thought you had already left this world at dusk." A teva walked forward with a few steps on the water surface, dragging her white skirt on the lake surface, as if it was integrated. She looked at Soren and said, with a mysterious tone, "Although we have no friendship, it is still a pleasure to see you again. The guardian of the Sea of ​​Original Sin - the Dark Dragon Clan."

Sauron was a little surprised. He narrowed his eyes and looked at the Veva in front of him. Like her tribe, she had long silver hair, delicate face, and fair skin scattered a pearl-like luster, but what really attracted attention was her eyes - her erect eyes like a crescent moon, with an ice-blue luster.

Subconsciously, Sauron took half a step forward, blocking the girl behind her, and his eyes showed his blade-like pupils. In Sauron's eyes, the Quewa in front of him turned into an ice-blue flame. It was completely different from the devastating and unrestrained power of Sauron himself. The power of the Quewa in front of him was ethereal and peaceful, just like a quiet lake, almost perfectly integrated with nature, so that even he could not sense it at the first time--she was a demigod.

Soren regretted his carelessness. Although he was not afraid of the strange demigod in front of him, the girl behind him made him worry. The atmosphere became a little depressed for a while. After a long time, Soren took a step back, stroked his right hand and leaned slightly towards the demigod in front of him, and gave a wizard's salute.

"Please forgive our Menglang, ma'am." Sauron whispered, "we have no intention of offending."

When Sauron spoke, he lowered his head slightly and did not look at the other person, but he called his spiritual sense to the extreme. Although the strange demigod on the opposite side seemed to have no malice, considering the furong behind him, Sauron did not dare to take risks - in front of the power of the demigod, ordinary creatures were too fragile.

"Haha." The female demigod let out a pleasant chuckling, "We just met by chance by the lake. As you see, I have no malice."

It seemed to be to show sincerity that she took the initiative to suppress her power. Although she still existed in Sauron's spiritual consciousness, it was almost no different from an ordinary tesva.

She looked at Furong, looked at her nervous face gently, and said with a smile: "You are very lucky, a young junior." She looked at Soren, with a bit of teasing in her tone, "You know, these stubborn guys have always regarded their pride as more important than life."

Furong was stunned for a moment, then a hint of pink appeared on her face, but the happy smile on the corner of her mouth was obvious. After pondering for a moment, she looked at the beautiful demigod in front of her with some nervousness, "Dear lady, can I know your name?"

Soren's heart tightened slightly. For a demigod, asking for his name suddenly was a bit disrespectful, but it surprised Soren. The demigod just smiled slightly.

"Amazing intuition." She looked at Furong and covered her divine eyes, and her ice-blue eyes stared at the girl's beautiful eyes with a bit of divine appearance. "Remember my name, child, and may it protect your soul and happiness--my name is Elaine Sephin Rasvenna Delakure."

Sauron was stunned, looking at the demigod who had the same surname as Furong with a complicated expression. He hesitated for a moment, but said nothing, but just nodded slightly to her. Elian smiled, his blue eyes clear and deep, as if the sky reflected everything in the world.

"I'm glad to see you." Her voice was as pleasant as usual, but it seemed even more real. "I wish you happiness."

After saying that, Elean turned around and rushed towards the shore as light as the wind, while the other Vevas left with her and soon disappeared into the mist of the forest.

Sauron held Furong's hand and watched them leave quietly. Elaine's blessing seemed to be whispering, echoing with the wind on the lake, and it slowly faded after a long time.

"Guardian of Ganil, the Secret Realm of the Holy Spirit," Sauron whispered, "Goddess of Illusion-Ellian."

"She is my ancestor." Furong said softly, "I thought she was just a legend."

Sauron tightly held her hand and pulled her out of her loss, "As she said, this was just an accidental and wonderful encounter, whether she was a legend or not, you were still you."

"It seems you're not very surprised." Fleur asked Soren, "You know her existence."

"Feiva is such an attractive creature. If there is no such existence, how could she live so freely in the magical world?" Sauron whispered, "but I didn't expect to meet her here."

In fact, Sauron did not just speculate that the sea of ​​endless rules has built connections between all the demigods. Although Euron hid his existence in the depths of the rules, he could not completely avoid the perception of other demigods. However, Sauron did not think that Furong was suitable to know these.

"Ganil, the Secret Realm of Holy Spirit?" Furong did not delve into Sauron's words, but instead asked, "What is that?"

"That is the hometown of Forbertol." Sauron said in a daze, with a trace of black flames wandering between his fingers, "In legend, the last pure land in this world."

PS: I have been working in a tight situation recently and I really can’t find time to update. I apologize here.
Chapter completed!