Elves Have Migrated to My Planter

Chapter 83-The Sky Clan (3)

Chapter 83-The Sky Clan (3)

“Aaron! I see elves over there.”

“That’s really fast.”

This is a forest near the Great Mountains where the Dwarf Kingdom is located. Aron, a kind of administrator appointed by the kingdom and in charge of a certain size area, has come to this secret meeting place, which is being put to good use with a few trusted colleagues.

It even has a lot of carts pulled by powerful yaks that they use as livestock.

Of course, the people they were waiting for were the elves, and the items they were bringing with them.

“See you soon. As you can see, I’m ready to take it.”

“The conditions are the same this time. More weapons, more armor.”

Yurea, who had brought a large amount of iron and was waiting for them, passed the items she had brought to the Dwarves. Their trade was very simple.

Elves provide the resources they want, and they supply the elves with items made from those resources. It was a deal that allowed each other to get exactly what they wanted.

“Don’t worry. Everyone is waiting impatiently. Making good things with good materials is a joy for artisans. The gold they earn is a bonus.”

“…”

Yurea frowned at Aaron’s smiling face. Although she is an elf awakened to a desire different from those of her peers, it was for authority and power, not greed for riches.

For her and the other elves, gold was still just a shiny stone.

“Come to think of it, I almost forgot to bring it.”

“…What is this?”

But just before the dwarves who received the goods left. Aaron hurriedly took something of her from her bag, as if she had forgotten for a moment.

It was something elongated wrapped in soft cloth. The total length from the tip to the tip of the handle was a large dagger that stretched from Urea’s fingertips to her forearm.

The black sword could guess what the blade was made of. However, the red jewel embedded in the golden guard and the circuit spreading around the blade centering on the jewel clearly contained mana.

“A dagger?”

“It is a gift from us. It is given in the hope of doing more trade in the future. It is also a relic of the Great War.”

Aaron pointed to the waist of Urea, who was flustered. In reality, she wore only a belt and light clothes, and wore a quiver and a dagger at her waist.

This dagger made by inserting magic stones made by humans into a dwarven dagger was a magic tool with special power.

“Take it to your queen.”

“I will do that.”

Urea clicked her tongue slightly and wrapped her dagger in a cloth again. She had no concept of magic tools, so she couldn’t recognize how precious they were, but still, a gift is a gift.

“Is this the heart of the dwarves?”

And Urea brought the dagger to Serenian.

Serenian drew his dagger and looked at it with interest. Moreover, his eyes twinkled when he heard that it was a gift with the hearts of the dwarves.

“It’s a well-made sword, but do you feel some strength?”

“It is resonating.”

Serenian recognized the power of the magic tool, the dagger, better. It was because the spirit of lightning within his body resonated with the dagger and informed him of the type of power it possessed.

“It will be useful.”

Urea saw that and snorted at her. However, Serenian still looked down at the spark crackling sword with a blank expression on his face.

“I will offer this to the spirits.”

“Huh?”

And right after that, he said something even more shocking. Until now, they had been putting it off because they didn’t have anything fancy to repay, but Serenian decided that this dagger would be enough to express their feelings.

“Like when you offered the sap of the World Tree?”

“No. It’s a little different than back then.”

He couldn’t just give away ordinary things. Offering the sap to the sky was literally just evaporating the sap.

But unlike that time, the World Tree, which has grown even further, has acquired a new power, the ability to offer its sincerity to the sky.

Serenian does not know the principle. He only knows it by communing with the World Tree.

“Can you be sure? Is that dagger enough? Wouldn’t it be better to think a little more carefully?”

“What must I offer to satisfy him? It would be impossible to lift and dedicate the entire continent. So what matters is the heart. This dagger is not just a gift. Isn’t that proof that we have changed and grown properly?”

Yurea had a face that didn’t understand that even though it was a magic tool, offering a single dagger to the sky, Serenian gave her own reasons.

This dagger is a kind of genuine product. The first thing the dwarves gave to the elves for a smooth relationship in the future to the queen of elves.

In the past, there was almost no exchange between other races and ethnic units, and it was such an unimaginable thing. In other words, what Serenian wants to offer to the sky is not just a magic tool, but a kind of symbol contained within it.

“Convinced.”

Urea nodded her head.

If it was a concept rather than a material, it was definitely worth giving.

“Prepare the ceremony.”

Serenian prepared a ritual for the elves. When Serenian was alone. When Ren and Leah siblings joined and were three.

After that, several more joined and the number gradually increased until now.

Originally a prayer to the World Tree, this ritual to the sky has been a tradition that has been passed down from the beginning in the young society of Eden, which is constantly changing.

Even Serenian, who focused on change and growth, did not intend to abandon this single tradition. Rather, I wanted to grow more.

***

“Huh?”

The elves are trying to do something. After dinner, I went to look for flower pots and saw them tightly gathered in front of the World Tree.

Hundreds of elves filling the space now. They were going to do what they had done many times before. It is the elf’s prayer.

‘It works well.’

I watched it with interest. I’ve seen it a few times already, but it’s always new. Above all, I could notice that the act had now become a kind of political ritual for the elves in the pot.

Through that act, the elves in the pot are united as one. Newcomers to elves who have just moved in and feel insecure, once they experience that, assimilate into one with a complete sense of belonging.

Continuous consciousness and collective action with everyone. With that, Serenian brought together the thoughts and actions of the elves and realized his will.

Of course, that is only possible because there is a firm focal point. Thanks to me, the being they believe to be the god of the sky.

[Elf’s Prayer – Return]

‘Are you trying to give me something?’

The intention of their gathering and prayer was to repay gratitude. Just like when he gave me the sap of the World Tree.

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However, what was given this time was not the miraculous sweet water. In my eyes, I saw a dagger that Serenian was holding dearly. She carefully placed it on the altar she had made in front of the World Tree.

As the world tree grows, we get a new opportunity, the inverse scaling adjustment. Want to try that

[Scale adjustment]

It was a bit disappointing. I didn’t really want anything right now, so I wanted to save the 3rd chance.

However, just blindly cherishing an opportunity is not enough. If this is her choice, I respect it, and I wanted to know what that dagger was. Judging by its appearance, it was absolutely not made by elves.

“—–. —-, —– — ——.”

Serenian was talking at length about her. Maybe that’s what you’re saying to me? I’m sorry, but in this state, she couldn’t hear her words.

“Mmm.”

Soon, the dagger floated into the air and began to soar into the sky in an instant.

The dagger that towered like that gradually increased in size, and after crossing the boundary that I could not touch, it changed to a large size and floated in front of my eyes.

Perhaps the elves won’t see the dagger growing, and the ceiling of this veranda will look like an ordinary night sky. It looked like that because it was filmed with a drone.

I held it in my hand.

‘Magic energy resonates.’

The moment I grabbed the handle, the red jewel embedded in the guard glowed red and reacted with my strength. The power of the Hunter that rode through my heart and circulated throughout my body.

Even though it’s been a long time since I left the field, I still work in the same field, so there is information I hear. I had never even heard of such a thing as that information.

‘I gave you something strange. What should I give you in return?’

Elfs don’t do this kind of thing to me specifically because they want something in return, but I wanted to give them something more. Their reactions are fun, and with my help, it gives me great satisfaction to see them overcome a crisis and grow.

The problem is that I’ve given away pretty much everything, so I can’t think of anything to give. I didn’t order it in advance, so I just looked around and searched around.

“This can’t be.”

There was one thing that caught my eye. The stuff I put in between the clutter. Something I accidentally got in my hands when I was active as a Hunter. Now that I think about it, I did crazy things at a young age.

Perhaps it was an item obtained by digging through the corpse of a cop whose head was cut off after being attacked by a giant parasite. I rolled the small bullet in my hand.

This bullet is just a shell. I disassembled the bullet and looked at the gunpowder inside. Black powders that made a big mark in human history.

…Will this really help the elves?

In the end, I put the gunpowder back in and put off answering the elves until later, but the thought never subsided.