"The Silver Moon Arch of Lotham. I've heard of this story since I was a child. In order to keep his people away from the flames of war, the first Elven King led three tribes away from the center of the world. They used the sturdiest white elm wood to build twelve large ships and used the fur of sea beasts as their sails. They sailed on the sea for 429 days, going through all kinds of unimaginable hardships and hardships. In the end, only two ships were left. When food and water were running out, and everyone was in despair, an ocean current sent them here. When they first saw this land, guess what they saw?"
"What did they see?" A few noble girls could not care less about their ladylike image anymore. They came up to the man and chattered.
"They saw a rainbow. It was so beautiful and dazzling. However, like all beautiful things in the world, the rainbow only lasted for a short while. Hmm, about half an hour. After that, it disappeared. So, when the elves settled down on this land and built their own kingdom, they decided to build a rainbow that will never disappear at the port to commemorate this great voyage." The man reached out and pointed at the gigantic archway behind him that was more than 60 meters tall and inlaid with 429 moonstones. "Ladies and ladies, it's my honor to introduce to you the architectural marvel of the elven kingdom, Lotham Silver Moon …" However, the man's passionate voice was interrupted mercilessly halfway through his speech.
"Don't listen to his nonsense. The Silver Moon Arch of Lotham is not to commemorate some great voyage. It's a fourteenth birthday gift from the honorable King Wickwood to his youngest daughter, Princess Lotham. The latter is the most precious treasure of the entire elven race. It's said that her beauty can make the moon pale in comparison."
A female elf wearing a Mithril armor jumped onto the deck. She had long silver hair and brown eyes, which was a characteristic of the Elven Royal Family.
When the two elven boatmen saw her face, their expressions immediately changed. They lowered their heads and greeted her respectfully, "Princess Promia."
"You have to admit that my version is more romantic. It's better than your story about the king spending money to make his daughter happy." The man shrugged.
The first Elven King, Wickwood, had a supreme reputation in the elven world and was loved by the elves. So when the two Elven boatmen heard this, they were furious. If not for Princess Promia's presence, they swore they would have thrown this annoying and arrogant man off the boat.
"Unfortunately, most historical stories are not too romantic. They are written by the victors, and those who are too romantic usually do not live to the end." The silver-haired female elf said lightly. "Am I right, President D 'Addarion?"
D 'Addarion saluted. "How have you been, Princess Promia?"
For the first time ever, a smile appeared on the silver-haired female elf's serious face. She returned the gesture. "I heard that you're married, but it's not to Olivia. What a pity."
"Yes, her loss."
"Heh, I thought you would become a little thinner after you became the president of the Sorcerer Association."
"As you can see, I just took over this position for less than three months. So, I guess I still need some time to adapt."
The ferry docked, and Promia got off first. "Come on. My father is waiting for you in the palace."
This was not the first time they met. When D 'Addarion first went south to challenge the masters of the Southern Academy of Magic, Promia happened to be in Gudilesi for a friendly visit. The latter was invited to be the notary of the battle between Olavia and D' Addarion. That was when the two met.
"You don't seem to have changed much," said the president of the Sorcerer Association.
"I almost didn't recognize you. If you walk on the street like this, you will probably be arrested by the guards."
D 'Addarion rolled his eyes. "I admit that life has changed me a little over the years, well … a little, but it's not to this extent."
Elves had an average lifespan of about 20 years, which was two to three times that of humans. The two were about the same age when they first met. After so many years, D 'Addarion had successfully evolved from a handsome man to a middle-aged man who changed diapers and washed milk bottles for his son, while Promia still looked like a young girl.
The silver-haired princess stopped. "No, it's not that simple. Because of what your teacher and President D 'Addarion did in Setta City, the current situation has become very tense. Father is considering terminating all activities with human countries, including trade, diplomacy, and may even expel immigrants. Now, there are more and more voices in the country proposing to take advantage of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to attack the human race."
"What does your father think?"
"I don't know. He has never expressed his opinion in front of everyone, but many of the advocates are my father's people, so many people think this is what my father wants."
"Well, it looks like this is going to be a very interesting journey."
D 'Addarion took out the magic hat that symbolized his position as the president and put it on his head. Then he asked the female elf, "Uh, should I buy a letter or something before going to see your father?"
"Believe me, that will only make the situation worse."
… …
Some people said that the dwarves were the race with the best craftsmanship in the entire Dawn Continent, but the elves had always scoffed at this statement.
As the oldest and noblest race on the continent, when it came to the understanding of art, if they claimed to be the second best, no one would dare to claim to be the first. However, the elves were sometimes too lazy and too obsessed with cleanliness. Few of them could spend their whole life with the fire like the dwarves, devoting their lives to the repetitive and boring work.
However, when they really wanted to be serious, they could still create masterpieces that were worthy of admiration.
For example, the Silver Moon Arch of Lotham at the port, and the Alkevis Palace where the previous Elven Kings lived.
The latter was located in the center of the city, a huge palace built on a giant tree, which could be called the pinnacle of elven architecture.
Promia brought D 'Addarion to the wooden ladder, and the elven guards on both sides saluted her.
The president of the Sorcerer's Association raised his head and said, "I've always had a question. Don't you find it troublesome to build the palace in such a place?"
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