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While welcoming this big team of visitors, a cheerful atmosphere permeated the streets in the entire city as if the elves were celebrating a grand festival.

"Welcome, Mr. Luther." The elves were friendly to any visitor who had the permission to enter their cities.

Cheers and elegant harp music floated in the clear sky. With squinted eyes, Luther looked around with his right hand behind his back in a loose fist as he walked forward with the sincerest smile he could muster.

"Elder Sewell." Luther dismounted from his winged lion and slightly bowed at the group of elves who were walking up to him.

"I'm pleased to see you, Mr. Luther." The leader was an elf woman whose age was indeterminable at first glance. With the spirit of a teenage girl, she had the calm presence and mature grace of a woman in her thirties. She had long blond hair resting on her shoulders, and she wore a deep green body-fitting robe which accentuated her elegant and slim figure. Each move of hers looked extremely graceful and wise.

Her tone was mild while she said, "I'm surprised that Mr. Luther would make a journey to our place in person. But as you know, we don't welcome missionaries."

"Of course," Luther said, "But I come to Silver Moon Forest as a merchant. I hope you don't have the wrong impression about the purpose of my trip, Elder."

"Oh...?" This female elf elder looked surprised. "I didn't know that you've changed your profession, Mr. Luther."

Since the elf clan wasn't self-sufficient with everything, they traded merchandise with humans while the relationship between the two races gradually eased in. It was true that they seldom mingled with humans, but this freedom-loving clan didn't impose many restrictions on the interchange of goods.

However, foreign missionaries were not allowed to preach in Silver Moon Forest. Although there were no written rules forbidding it, this behavior was frowned upon as a blasphemy to the elves' own god.

"I brought a brand-new cultivation mystical realm with me! It is so advanced that it will feel like it is from the next era." While they walked toward the Elder Council Hall in White Creek City, Luther announced in a loud voice, "It's the newest product of the Dulan Workshop. I think everyone can appreciate a good product, including elves."

"We welcome you as our guest, but I think we have our own cultivation mystical realms and don't need one from outside." Elder Sewell obviously had no interest in the new stuff since the elf clan had bountiful inheritances and great skills in making this stuff.

Luther seemed very eloquent with words. "Maybe... you can just try it and see if our mystical realm is as good as yours. If possible, I think the wonderful people of your clan wouldn't mind having another option."

Sewell's gaze wavered as if she were thinking of something.

At this moment, another elf said mildly, "Although I don't think we need it, I think Mr. Luther is right. Our people will make the choice for themselves. If it is truly an excellent product, we can't stop people from using it. Anyway, we are confident in our own crafts."

The speaker was a male elf who appeared to be in his thirties. With a smile, he said the words as if he were making a statement.

"Zizz is right." Obviously, many people agreed with this male elf. "We are confident in our own crafts, right?"

Elder Sewell frowned slightly since she had sensed the meaning behind Luther's words.

Proud and reserved, the elves had their own long-standing combat techniques and magic spells which enabled them to gain a high standing on the continent. They were proud of their own cultivation mystical realms and didn't think that they need to import such things.