I Am Stuck In A Beta Test For 1000 Years

Chapter 134. I Want To Climb The Tree!

"What?"

Esylian thought she had heard wrong.

"Can you repeat that?"

"I want to climb the tree. I'm taking someone to the Court of the Holy Tree," Char repeated.

"Who?" the Queen asked warily.

"A Dark Elf," Char replied.

Esylian fell silent again.

It wasn't because there was no room for discussion but rather because it was too simple.

The Court of the Holy Tree was right below the Holy Tree. It was the burial ground of all the Royal Elves, and its periphery was the cemetery.

Since it was the royal family, there were other elves besides the Sunfire Royal Court. For example, before the Dark Elves were exiled, all the elves who became Queens were buried in it. The first " Queen Laurel" was also buried in it.

The elves of the royal family carried the Holy Tree's blessing, which was both a gift and a curse. If they died with resentment outside the Court of the Holy Tree, they would become vengeful souls that could not dissipate. Even if their bones were ground to ashes, the vengeful souls would attach themselves to a speck of dust.

Thus, the Court of the Holy Tree was both a forbidden area and a Holy Land.

Therefore, that place was dangerous.

For the Queen, visiting the grave once every ten years was no easier than going on an expedition.

How does one think the Sunfire Personal Guards were trained? They were the elites who had survived ancestral worship.

The danger did not come from the elves but from the elven ancestors within the court. There were level 90 mages and level 100 Sword Saints among them. Even in death, their powerful will would combine with the Holy Tree's power, forming heroic spirits that guarded the Holy Land. If one were not royal, one would be attacked.

Elfheim was forced to connect with the outside world a hundred years ago, but the Rime Family blew up the Court of the Holy Tree fifty-two years ago. Why?

They had been preparing for this plan for more than fifty years, and in the end, all the elves who had participated died in battle.

One could only imagine how powerful the Court of the Holy Tree was.

And now, there was one more rule. The exiled Dark Elves would be the first to be attacked.

It was a curse that the exiled Light Elves had cast on their compatriots. Their purpose was to make them forever distorted and corrupted and never have peace, even when they died.

Char's request was no longer to throw his life away but to jump off a cliff with a time bomb tied to him after taking sleeping pills, afraid that he would not die.

...

"Are you crazy?"

"Since you made such a request, you must know what it means," said Esylian. "Do you want me to lead the Sunfire Personal Guards to go with you two?"

"There's no need for that." Char waved his hand and said, "Alright, I missed out on one point. First, I have to bring someone in. Then, no matter what I do inside, you must guarantee in the name of the Queen that I won't be hunted down byElfheim."

Esylian was even more curious.

The Court of the Holy Tree had nothing but heroic spirits and graves.

The person in front of her, on the other hand, had nothing but his brain.

He was so weak that any Sunfire Personal Guard could easily take his life.

However, he sounded as if he still wanted to come out alive.

What did he want to do inside?

No, that's not important.

The important thing was, what could he do in there?

He couldn't do anything.

When a person had two little puppies, they would lock the door to protect them.

But when a person had two adult pit bulls, they would lock the door to protect others.

Char was the brat who wanted to enter the door, and there was more than one pit bull behind the door.

Esylian couldn't figure out what he was planning.

"The Dark Elf you're talking about is..." She asked out of curiosity.

"The Royal Dark Elves," Char replied.

- Oh...

- I understand.

Not only did Esylian understand, but she came to a sudden realization.

It was probably a story between a loyal servant and a royal who desired to return to the Court of the Holy Tree.

Char was probably referring to the Dark Elves' burial in the court, which was why he was worried about angering her and the entire Elfheim.

It was a matter of the afterlife.

At the same time that she understood, she also felt a little emotional.

Why can't I meet such a loyal servant?

He was loyal and smart.

And when the two were at odds, he chose loyalty.

"I promise you. I can arrange for you to enter the Court of the Holy Tree immediately, but you have to pay half of the 'down payment' first," She replied.

Char shook his head.

"I refuse! It doesn't matter where the money is. What's important is that it's not in Elfheim. Only in this way can our fragile friendship not capsize."

Seeing that she was about to get angry, Char immediately said, " "Don't worry. I'll be there for ten days. If I don't come out after ten days, I'm most likely dead. You can find the money in the Court of the Holy Tree. If I come out, I won't be able to escape either. Are you worried I'll disappear from the Court of the Holy Tree without anyone knowing?"

"Alright, I'll give you ten days. Do we need a contract?"

"No, Your Majesty," Char smiled. "The elves' promise - the promise of the Queen. To me, it's more brilliant than a diamond. I believe in you."

Esylian smiled noncommittally.

"Tonight, bring your men to the palace and find me. The password is 'Golden Rose and Dark Lily.' I will arrange for you to enter the Court of the Holy Tree."

"Then I'll be waiting for your news, Your Majesty."

Char bowed slightly and retreated to the corner, once again seeping into the floor like liquid.

After watching him leave, Esylian finally heaved a sigh of relief. She felt tired after a long time, but she was also relaxed.

She was happy with her choice and full of anticipation for the changes about to happen in Elfheim.

...

Esylian was efficient. When Char left the prince's mansion and walked around the streets, the magic bulletin board at the intersection flashed with words: The martial law of the 17th city, the investigation of the Morgenlight Chamber of Commerce, Prince Yasuo's suspected collusion with monsters, Prince Alaite's involvement in large-scale smuggling, and other major news were all released, and without exception, they all pointed to the United Holy Kingdom.

An aura of foreboding suddenly filled the heart of the forest and spread from there, slowly covering the whole of Elfheim.

At the same time, the news of the dissolution of the Council of Elders and the important position of the Senate spread like wildfire.

In less than an afternoon, the high-level elves had experienced a drastic change. The Queen had suddenly shown her iron-fisted side, which made the elves happy and sad.

They were happy because everyone could see that this was to cut off all ties with the United Holy Empire and get rid of their political interference.

That was also the worry.

Can they cut them off?

If Elfheim could withstand such a drastic change, would the revenge of the United Holy Kingdom be far away?

The proud Light Elves had gradually been tamed. If it had been a few generations ago, they would not have had such a worry.

Sometimes, blind confidence was also a kind of integrity. Once lost, it could never be picked up again.

Of course, these changes had nothing to do with Char for the time being, and it was now Esylian's business.

In the evening, he appeared at the side door of the palace wall with Evelyn. At a glance, he found a high-level sentry among the vast number of level 60 sentries. He then approached him.

"Golden Rose and Dark Lily," He said.

The high-level sentry glanced at him and nodded like a brother secretly selling discs under the wall.

"Follow me."