Chapter 61

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Chapter 61: What a Wonderful Face

Bulwo really came to say goodbye, just as he said.

After placing the bunch of light purple flowers into Lin Lin’s arms, the man in the suit stepped back.

"Please say goodbye for me," Bulwo said, with a busy crowd preparing for the festival behind him, "and I wish you a happy Autumn Harvest Festival in advance."

"You should say it to them yourself," Lin Lin stepped forward, thinking that if she were repeatedly abandoned by the same elder, she would be angry.

Bulwo raised an eyebrow at Lin Lin’s bold move, once again amazed by the reckless courage she shouldn’t have.

"Alright, little girl," Bulwo sighed lightly, "if we meet again next time, I will take your advice."

Lin Lin always felt that his words held a deeper meaning.

Sure enough, Bulwo continued, "But perhaps our meeting isn’t a good thing."

The adult orca did not stay long and quickly turned to join the crowd, no longer visible.

Bulwo knows about the Autumn Harvest Festival, Lin Lin thought.

That was natural, because Bulwo had been at this harbor for a long time. Lin Lin remembered that Arthur had told her that this cousin was freer than most orcas and did not like to rest.

The sky was gradually getting darker. Lin Lin was not very hungry, so she bought a bread near the fountain and sat on a bench in the square to eat.

One or two pigeons flew down from the sky, landing on the armrest of the bench, their black bean-like eyes staring at the bread in Lin Lin’s hands.

Although the pigeons in the square were plump from being fed by tourists, they remained cautious, and as Lin Lin reached out to offer them some bread crumbs, the pigeons spread their wings and flew away to a spot farther from Lin Lin.

The pigeon pecked at the ground, signaling Lin Lin to throw some bread crumbs in front of it.

Lin Lin was shocked by the clever movement and sprinkled some bread crumbs.

Then three or five pigeons that had been far away also flew over to compete for the food.

Lin Lin listened to the soft cooing sounds as they walked back and forth, eating bread and gazing into the distance.

During sunset, warm orange sunlight spread across the land. No longer needing to hide from the night’s heavy rain, the people welcoming the evening looked relaxed and at ease.

The bread tasted simple, with just a hint of sweetness. Having satisfied her hunger, Lin Lin prepared to return to the inn.

She scattered the remaining small piece of bread evenly, and the pigeons that were flying high came down together. In an instant, Lin Lin had a colorful gathering of a dozen pigeons in front of her.

While Lin Lin was still looking around a bit bored, she saw a person in the sunset.

What a magnificent face, Lin Lin marveled.

Even though Lin Lin had seen all kinds of handsome monsters at Demon King Castle, when she looked at the male elf standing in the center of the square, she had to admit she was a wordless admirer.

Lin Lin recognized that the tall man with pointed ears was an elf.

Like Dark Elf Felix, this elf also had long silver hair, but his skin was pale and almost transparent. His eyes were a forest-like emerald green, and the cool green made him appear refreshing and calm.

The elves have always been a beautiful race gifted by the Creator.

If Felix is a darkly handsome figure with an added charm, then this High Elf is the kind of flawless beauty that most races admire.

An irresistible beauty. This elf doesn’t even need to show any expression or move; just standing there like a vase is enough for people to fall in love.

Elves have very sharp senses. When Lin Lin’s gaze lingered on him for just a few seconds, the elf dressed in soft fabric, with a small violin on his back, turned his head to look at Lin Lin.

Unlike Lin Lin, the pigeons in the square were not startled by the elf’s movement. Instead, a beautiful white dove landed on the elf’s thin shoulder and bent down to tidy its feathers.

Lin Lin exchanged a brief glance with the elf.

Lin Lin suddenly realized that this elf must have used a spell, like a confusion charm, to display his beauty so freely while many people passed by without paying much attention to him.

The silver-haired elf tilted his head slightly, his gaze clear and pure, as if he were a curious little bird showing some interest in her.

Lin Lin immediately stood up, causing the pigeon pecking at crumbs to flap its wings. Not only was the startled pigeon affected, but also other pigeons flew up along with it.

A flock of doves took flight, even the white dove perched on the elf’s shoulder, preening its feathers, flapped its wings, stirring a few strands of silver hair and revealing the elf’s slender pointed ears.

In the twilight among the flying doves, the Moon Elf Royvald saw a human woman turn and walk away.

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Lin Lin returned to the inn, but the others had not come back yet.

The dwarf Duriel, usually at the front desk, was also missing, and the barrel of drink on the low table was still full.

Not wanting to be alone in her room, Lin Lin took a book and spent time in the hall.

It was a book given to her by Sharon, containing the most basic teaching materials from a magic book; boring, yet simple to understand.

Sometimes Lin Lin had to read a sentence two or more times just to force herself to focus.

At that moment, Lin Lin felt a bit envious of Arthur’s focus; that guy could read ten lines at a time in every book.

Not long after she started reading, the sound of the hotel door opening echoed from outside, and Lin Lin smiled as she looked up.

An unexpected guest.

Like his taller orca brother, the elf also had to bend slightly to enter through the door to avoid hitting his head on the doorframe.

Lin Lin closed the book in her hands, feeling a little unsure about what the elf was here for.

"The owner of the hotel is out," Lin Lin said.

For tomorrow’s Autumn Harvest Festival, dwarf Duriel went to pick up the barrels of beer that had been ordered long ago. He said that the Autumn Harvest Festival would bring a lot of visitors, and even for just two nights, they could earn five times more than usual.

The elf’s gaze swept across Lin Lin’s face once more, and Lin Lin guessed he recognized them from their meeting in the square.

"I’m waiting for him here," the elf replied, his voice clear and calm, "I brought back what he wanted."

Oh? Are they old acquaintances? This piqued Lin Lin’s interest.

As far as she knew, both High Elves and dwarves were long-lived races, but some subtypes of elves might live even longer.

"What is it?" Lin Lin asked.

The elf’s gaze turned to the wilting green plant on the windowsill, and he shook his head slightly, "It’s a seed."

This fit well with Lin Lin’s stereotype of elves; to her, elves were naturally more interested in plants and seeds.

However, Lin Lin did not know that there were also delivery services among the elves, "When did Duriel give you the seeds?"

Generally speaking, a race like elves, who have a unique sense of time, would not be suitable for delivering things.

To Lin Lin’s surprise, the elf effortlessly took a large beer mug from the front desk, moving as if he had done it many times before. After cleaning the mug, he poured himself a full glass of beer.

The elf sat down on one side of the table, his bright green eyes fixed on the beautiful beer, and answered Lin Lin’s question, "Twelve years ago."

Forget the seeds; just bring a tree over. Twelve years is enough time for them to grow.