Death Notice Book 8: Chapter 9: The Elf Prince

Release Date: 2026-05-26 12:22:54

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“Iristin, you finally came back!” Seeing the arrival of the Elven Druid, several elves wearing gorgeous robes at the city gate smiled and stepped forward to greet her. A handsome, splendidly dressed elf emerged from the group, gently embraced Iristin, and touched his cheek to hers.

The Elven Druid stiffened, seeming a bit uncomfortable with his intimacy. But remembering her duty, she forced a smile and responded.

“Are you the messengers sent by Emma to ask for help?” After releasing Iristin, the male elf turned to look at Qin Lun and Longer.

This male elf had green hair and silver eyes, with an extremely outstanding appearance. Even draped in a loose robe, his tall and athletic build was still noticeable. His handsome face looked as if carved by a knife and axe, with distinct features. Compared to Qin Lun’s somewhat delicate Moonlight Elf appearance, he exuded a more heroic aura.

Emma? Upon hearing the male elf’s question, Qin Lun’s mind immediately raced. He didn’t know who Emma was. Before parting from Stark and the others, to deal with the possible interrogation by the Qiongda’er Elves, the team members had tried their best to pass on the residual memories of the deceased to Qin Lun, but Emma wasn’t among them.

Actually, according to the normal task process, when the Fortress Team entered the Elven Royal Court, all ten Apostles were already present, making any testing pointless. But now there were only two of them; the three missing Apostles hadn’t been found yet, and the guidance information provided by the Shattered Starry Sky was incomplete. Even if something seemed suspicious, they themselves wouldn’t know.

This was a problem inevitably encountered when taking shortcuts!

Qin Lun glanced inadvertently at Iristin beside him. Seeing no unusual expression on her face, he immediately made a decision. He bowed respectfully to the male elf and said in a grave tone, “Three days ago, a human knight troop stormed into our camp. Lady Emma was captured by them. The guards suffered heavy casualties. The remaining members have gone to Elbad town to rescue Lady Emma and sent us two back first to report.”

Iristin must have sent messages to the Elven Court during her previous outing and certainly verified his and Longer’s identities. Anyone would have done the same. But doing so made any further testing of their identities by the Qiongda’er Elves seem unnecessary. Moreover, even if there was testing, the Elven Druid should have known about it. Given her thin-skinned nature, it would be hard for her to conceal it perfectly.

Since her face showed no unusual expression, it proved that the male elf in front of them wasn’t testing Qin Lun and Longer’s identities again.

Actually, Qin Lun was overthinking it. Humans and elves differed too much in both ideas and actions, making it very difficult for either side to plant spies. Once the elves confirmed Qin Lun and Longer’s identities, they no longer suspected them.

“A knight troop, not a rogue troop?” The green-haired male elf slightly frowned, his silver eyes reflecting a crystalline light as he looked questioningly at Iristin.

“I haven’t questioned them in detail yet!” Iristin hesitated for a moment, then replied indifferently.

“Never mind, this isn’t the place to talk. Let’s go to the council hall to see my father first!” The male elf smiled friendly and waved to two elf knights nearby. “Take the injured for treatment. You…”

“Firal Moonlight is at your service!” Seeing the elf prince look at him, Qin Lun had a sudden thought. He bowed again and reported his name, specifically adding the surname representing the Moonlight Elf, which the original deceased story character did not have.

“Hmm, Firal, come with us to see my father!” The Elf Prince didn’t notice Qin Lun’s little scheme, just gestured for him to follow.

Longer, supported by the two elf knights, slightly turned his head to look at Qin Lun following the Elf Prince. He suddenly felt he had missed something. But at this point, he had no choice but to continue pretending to be the severely injured Mo Rui’en.

“Master Iristin, are we really going to see the Elf King?” Qin Lun quietly moved closer to the Elven Druid, showing a shy smile and asking softly.

“Since Prince Coris said so, it must be correct!” Iristin turned to look at the young man who was so excited he seemed fidgety, smiled, and comforted him, “Don’t worry, King Testiel is an approachable ruler. He probably just wants to understand the details of the elf merchant caravan attack.”

After speaking, Iristin seemed to remember something. A strange glint flashed in her beautiful gray eyes as she asked faintly, “Your surname includes Moonlight. Do you belong to the Moon Elf race?”

A smile appeared at the corner of Qin Lun’s mouth. He hadn’t expected the detail Prince Coris didn’t notice to be caught by the Elven Druid.

The Qiongda’er Elves belonged to a branch of the Kaeldomo Elves in ancient times, establishing the Saeopiya Elven Court and possessing a complete ancient elven inheritance. However, the name Qiongda’er Elves doesn’t represent this elf group’s race, but is named after the Qiongda’er Forest. In fact, the Qiongda’er Elves’ race can be further divided into Moon Elves and Green Elves.

Qin Lun didn’t yet know how the Moonlight Elf bloodline he possessed related to the Moon Elves of Faerûn, but that didn’t stop him from using Moonlight as his surname.

After undergoing transformation by the Forest Goddess Anna Artemis in the Nals World, the Moonlight Elf bloodline was definitely a very pure high elf bloodline. Qin Lun deliberately added the Moonlight surname after the name Firal, hoping to gain some extra benefits.

Seriously speaking, the elf guards hired by the merchant caravan this time were all elf mercenaries from the Qiongda’er Forest, venturing into the human world for experience. Most had no relatives or friends, and their social circles weren’t in the elf city, but were distributed among the small elf tribes throughout the Qiongda’er Forest.

Firal, the deceased story character, was such an elf descendant from a small tribe in the Qiongda’er Forest, with mixed bloodlines.

Of course, Qin Lun’s high-profile display of his surname also didn’t rule out the possibility of being recognized by familiar elves in the future. But the young man didn’t think he would stay in the Magic Cup Court for many days, so he had no concerns in that regard.

Seeing Qin Lun not directly answering her question, Iristin slightly frowned. She extended a slender finger and lightly scratched the young man’s arm with her fingernail, drawing a drop of blood.

“Mandola!” A halting, tongue-twisting incantation sounded from the Elven Druid’s mouth. The blood drop on her fingertip actually emitted a faint fluorescent light. Seeing this soft and pure fluorescence, Iristin’s pupils slightly dilated as she turned her head to look at Qin Lun in surprise.

Did this backfire? Qin Lun smiled awkwardly, muttering under his breath.

Iristin quickly composed the surprise on her face, wiped the blood drop from her fingertip, but still looked somewhat puzzled, frowning slightly as she fell into thought.

He couldn’t get a definite conclusion from the Elven Druid’s expression, but since Iristin didn’t ask further, Qin Lun thought the Moonlight Elf bloodline must be somewhat similar to the Moon Elf race, at least not a completely new elf bloodline.

Seeing Iristin somewhat distracted, Qin Lun felt secretly pleased. Knowing this was the best time to gather information, he occasionally asked seemingly unrelated questions that easily led to deriving other information.

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The elf castle wasn’t actually as small and delicate as it appeared from outside. This was mainly because the World Tree enveloping the entire city was too massive, making the castle seem somewhat insignificant.

The castle gate was a stone slab over a foot thick. Compared to its five-meter width, the twenty-zhang height seemed particularly disproportionate. Viewed from afar, the elf castle gate resembled a narrow gap between two cliffs.

Crossing the gate, the grandeur inside the elf castle once again amazed Qin Lun. There was no red carpet like in human castles, no exquisite oil paintings for decoration. The floor was paved with large, smooth, mirror-like blue stones. On both sides stood two neat rows of jade pillars so thick it took three people to embrace them. The vast hall, with its dome dozens of zhang high, made Qin Lun feel as if he were in the heavenly hall of Titan Giants, feeling so small and humble.

At the end of the castle hall was a broad stone staircase. The steps were quite high and wide, each almost half a meter high and about seventy to eighty centimeters wide. If Qin Lun didn’t know the Magic Cup Court had always belonged to elves, he would have thought it was built by giants.

Following the group up the stairs, Qin Lun discovered the reason the steps were shaped this way. Each step was carved with a relief, most depicting the Qiongda’er Elves at war with magical beasts and other races.

These magical beasts and foreign races included Creator Races, Titans, Dragons, and Lizardfolk from ancient times, as well as elemental beings, Trolls, Goblins, Dwarves, and Humans from recent eras, and even a few evil gods and other elven races.

Looking at these reliefs, Qin Lun felt an aura of vast age and antiquity washing over him. Amid the chaotic scenes, the young man could fully appreciate the deep emotions within the Qiongda’er Elves and the pride engraved in this race’s bones.

Compared to the Qiongda’er Elves, the Moonlit Elves of the Shattered Starry Sky, who had lost their ancient inheritance and only maintained superficial elven etiquette, were completely like a group of country cousins, exuding rustic air.

“Firal, what’s wrong?” Qin Lun, deeply impressed, was somewhat absent-minded. Only after Iristin beside him called his name several times did he snap back to attention.

“Oh, sorry, I was a bit distracted!” Qin Lun scratched his head and said apologetically.

“Hehe, it’s okay, I understand!” Iristin waved her hand with a smile. “When you see King Testiel later, don’t be so rude!”

“Master, please don’t remind me anymore. I feel even more nervous now!” A blush appeared on Qin Lun’s face as he said dryly with a bitter expression, causing Iristin to let out a series of clear, bell-like laughs.

Prince Coris, leading the way ahead, turned back and looked at Qin Lun and Iristin in surprise, a complex, unreadable glint flashing in his eyes.

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