When night falls, the capital city of Elf, Alda, also lights up with scattered stars.

The range of the Elf's natural magic is quite extensive. It seems that as long as they are Elves, regardless of their talent, they can use a few tricks. So as the sunlight gradually weakens, various places in the city are illuminated with the brilliance of magic. Some are small magic gem lamps, while others use plants that emit fluorescent light directly.

Unlike the bustling and lively night scene of Gusteberd, the capital of Milanía, the night in the Elf capital is unexpectedly quiet and peaceful. Countless magic lights are like stars in the night sky. They are accompanied by the ethereal echoes of unknown instruments carried by the gentle evening breeze, which can instantly calm restless emotions.

"Yawn... I'm so tired, I mean, why don't we rest for now? It's not a solution to keep waiting like this all the time," Aya said, placing the book she brought from a human trading caravan, "Everyday Practical Elf Phrases," on her face and slumping half asleep on the armchair on the balcony.

"No, " Tiran yawned as well, but still clenched his teeth and refused to let go, "Angel won't be much slower than us. She should be arriving in the Elf Kingdom around this time. We mustn't let our guard down."

"But it's already very late, even if Angel really comes, we won't be able to fight her in the best condition, right?" Aya was almost in tears. On this day, the Fearful Dragon once again recalled the fear of being forced by her mother to study until dawn and crying while doing homework.

"Come on, it's the Golden Dragon after all. Staying up one night is nothing!"

"Report, I have neurasthenia. I might die suddenly if I don't sleep for one night."

In the end, they still couldn't sleep and spent the night looking at the night view from the balcony of a tree hotel with Tiran.

"So, this Angel you mentioned, why hasn't she arrived yet?"

"Well... today, she will definitely come!"

...

In an unknown region, in a small forest deep in the mountains.

"Hey! I, Wusong, will rid the people of this big pest today!" A young muscular man with bare upper body and bulging muscles glared fiercely. His left hand, like a pair of iron tongs, directly gripped the opponent's neck and pressed him to the ground, while his right hand formed a fist the size of a sand pot, ready to strike.

"Help, help!"

Under Wusong, a tiger yokai girl was desperately struggling with a face full of despair. The short leather coat that barely covered her body had been torn apart in the struggle, exposing her round and full breasts in the air.

"Scream all you want, even if you scream your lungs out, no one will come to save you!"

Wait a minute, is this the right style?! So Wusong fighting the tiger is part of this story? Damn it! Give my childhood back!

At this moment, a dazzling golden light fell from the sky, followed by a figure enveloped in holy light descending from the sky with flapping wings. The golden pupils hidden under the light looked coldly at everything happening on the ground.

Wusong and the foggy tiger yokai girl were both stunned, and both the struggle and the raised iron fist came to a halt.

"Where is this?" Angel pointed her sword at the two figures on the ground and asked calmly.

"The, the Eastern Continent." Under the pressure of Angel's gaze, Wusong instinctively answered.

"The Eastern Continent... Thank you." With a somewhat stiff expression of gratitude, Angel fluttered her wings and ascended into the sky again, leaving behind two completely bewildered guys.

"Weird, I was quite certain about the location of the divine mark, why..." Angel muttered softly, a hint of confusion on her face under the holy light.

At the same time, in another distant space, a floating screen in the sky was showing Angel's puzzled expression.

"Nana's having problems again... Should I remind her?" The unscrupulous goddess reclined her chin and smiled happily, "Hmm, forget it, after all, the world is round, it's all the same."

...

"Did we get played by that Angel... Maybe she never intended to come and trouble us," said a pair of master-servants with dark circles under their eyes, stumbling to the door of a shop on the streets of Alda.

"While I also hope it to be so, the mark is still there. According to the standards, an Angel summoned by the Temple Church won't return to Heaven until after completing the mission of judgment," Tiran shook his head hard and took out a round, tomato-like fruit from his pocket, offering it to Aya. "If you're really tired, have one?"

"What is this?" Aya took the fruit and examined it skeptically.

"It's a fruit that boosts energy, I think it's called coffee fruit. I just tried one over there, and it works pretty well," Tiran gave a thumbs up.

"Really?" Aya hesitated, then put the fruit in her mouth and chewed it vigorously, and then...

It was sour, so sour that her scalp tingled! Oh my god! Is this sourness from hell?! Aya felt not only her teeth, but even her jaw and skull were tingling with sourness.

"This is definitely not coffee fruit... What is this?" Aya knelt down on the ground, covering her mouth with one hand and tremblingly pointing at Tiran, looking like a victim accusing the culprit before dying.

"Well, I don't know the name, but it should be something used for seasoning. I saw the Elf in that restaurant cut this fruit and squeeze a few drops of juice to season some dishes," Tiran explained.

And you made me eat the whole thing?!

Aya stared at Tiran in horror, thinking that after saving this guy once in the capital, he would be a little gentler to me... but Princess still remained Princess.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to. Actually, I was curious and ate the whole thing myself before, so I wanted you to experience the same pleasure," Tiran sincerely apologized, clasping his hands in front of his chest, his emerald eyes looking innocent.

Aya: "@!#@%*@#￥%......@#￥"

When Aya returned to the shop with a cup of tree juice in her hands, her face was still pale.

She rinsed her mouth for a full ten minutes before finally getting rid of the nightmare-like sourness, but her mouth still felt numb. The originally sweet tree juice tasted like plain water.

"If I eat anything you give me in the future, I'll be an idiot!" Aya said fiercely.

"Whatever, but the effect is still good, aren't you sleepy anymore?" Tiran smiled and put his hands behind him.

"After eating that thing, even if I'm sleepy, I won't be able to sleep, right?" Aya grumbled, "And why did we come here? This is... a weapon shop?"

Although surrounded by green trees and a pleasant atmosphere, the metallic aura emanating from the shop in front couldn't be concealed.

"We're here to purchase equipment. We need a handy weapon to fight against the Angel, and I've heard that the quality of weapons produced by the Elf tribe is quite good. I've been wanting to try them out," Tiran explained.

Naturally, the most famous weapons produced by the Elf tribe are their bows. Elves are the finest archers in the world, and their bow and arrow making skills are second to none.

But beneath the fame of bows, the quality of other weapons produced by the Elf tribe is also very good. The average person may have heard about excellent weapons coming from Dwarf craftsmen, but in reality, there is no distinction between Dwarf and Elf forged weapons.

Both races have their own strengths in forging weapons. Dwarves' superiority lies primarily in the weapons themselves. As a race that lives in the mountainous mines, Dwarves have access to large quantities of excellent rare metals as raw materials. Coupled with their inherited forging techniques, it is inevitable that their weapons are of superior quality.

On the other hand, Elf weapons may not be as good in terms of material, but they excel in another aspect.

Enchantments.

Magic is highly prevalent among the Elf tribe, and this is also reflected in their forging. Almost every weapon produced by the Elves is an enchanted weapon. As for the impact of enchantments on the value of weapons... using an example from the human world, a finely crafted iron longsword by a skilled craftsman would cost around two silver coins, but if it's an enchanted sword, even the lowest-tier enchantments of sharpness and durability would be valued at the level of gold coins.

"What beautiful knives..."

Standing by the shelves and looking at the various knives and shields, Tiran couldn't help but sigh softly. The Elf tribe truly pursued beauty to the core, even their weapons were so aesthetically pleasing.

In most races, weapon styles tend to be simple and fierce. Those that appear very magnificent are usually just for show unless they are epic weapons crafted by masters.

Only the Elf tribe manages to simultaneously consider both aesthetics and practicality. The armor and shields that appear delicate and covered in patterns are actually incredibly durable, possibly making attackers cry, while the glimmering cold gleam of the magically infused curved blades sends a chilling sensation through one's heart.Appreciation is one thing, but in reality, Aya doesn't think these weapons have much use. After all, they are not facing ordinary opponents, but Holy Rank experts who can use rules as their sword and armor. As for weapons, having one that can be used is enough.

Presumably, as a master who is stronger than himself, Tiran thinks the same...

"Are you trying to open a weapon shop or something?!"

Just as Aya turned his head, he saw that Tiran had already piled up a small mountain of weapon boxes beside him. The shop owner carefully took out the swords one by one and bundled them together.

"Hmph, rules are useless inside the World Tree. In the end, we will still have to fight with real knives and guns. I won't make the same mistake again! Last time, I was bombarded by that Angel Arsenal in the capital, and I will make that Angel feel it too!"

"Hey hey...those are all holy artifacts and divine weapons. Can regular weapons even compare?"

"It doesn't matter. What matters is the momentum we bring! At least we can't lose in terms of momentum!"

So, it turns out he doesn't have confidence and is looking for psychological comfort?!

...

Carrying two bundles of enchanted swords, they walked out of the weapon shop and turned into a small alley next to it. Suddenly, the master and servant stopped in their tracks.

"Aya, I suspect I have a special constitution." Tiran put down the bundle of swords in his hand and touched his smooth chin, lost in thought.

"A constitution that attracts strange things? Maybe?" Aya also began to ponder.

Finally, their gaze fell on what seemed to be a breathing body lying across the middle of the road.

What? Why would a body be breathing? How would I know? But are there any normal people lying on the road besides the body?