Chapter 91

The elves were frantically searching for Ang, especially after the consecutive deaths of two world tree saplings. Both Geralde and Kailandiel felt so guilty that they wanted to hang themselves, and they had even turned off the communication requests from the teleportation array due to lack of energy.

Anna used the excuse that the teleportation array was out of energy and was about to turn it off. Without a word, Geralde teleported a large bag containing over two thousand magic crystals, only asking Anna to keep the communication array running.

Such a rich person, two thousand magic crystals were enough to buy two bottles of diluted sacred essence liquid.

So the communication array remained active. As soon as Negris opened it, an urgent voice came from the other side: "Is it Lord Negris who has returned? Is it Lord Negris who has returned? I'll go call the queen right away, please wait a moment."

A few minutes later, Geralde's slightly hoarse voice came through: "Lord Negris, you're finally back. Please help me."

"Hey, little elf, why is your voice hoarse? Are you okay?" Negris was surprised. What happened? Did the world tree saplings die?

No, that thing is hard to kill once it sprouts. The sapling, which Ang never watered or fertilized, just kept growing vigorously under his care.

Ever since he learned about his title as a dragon hunter, Negris had always called her "little elf." Geralde didn't mind because she knew the person on the other side was definitely older than her.

And his seniority was definitely very high, as the names of the elves he casually mentioned were so ancient that they had long been turned into black-and-white portraits hanging on the tree walls.

"A bit anxious, we've been looking for you for over half a month. At first, we hoped you could guide us to save the world tree, but now we hope you can sell us another world tree sapling," Geralde said.

Negris exclaimed, "Really dead? No way, how could you kill something so hard to kill?"

As he said this, Negris thought of the world tree walls on the ground, which grew vigorously despite being exposed to cold winds every night, even the soothing winds. They grew so well that their caretakers had to prune them to prevent them from becoming tree balls.

However, those world tree walls needed watering and fertilizing, except for the one on Ang's head.

Negris's words made Geralde feel ashamed and her heart tremble. Because Negris didn't deny having more world tree saplings, but instead said, "So hard to kill," why did he think it was hard to kill? Had he grown it before? Had he grown it big?

Geralde wished she could crawl through the teleportation array and drag Negris and the world tree saplings over.

Sure enough, after sighing, Negris casually said, "At the same price as last time, but no elf beans. Change it to moon spring rice seeds. How many do you want?"

"How... how many?" Geralde was a bit confused.

"World tree saplings, how many do you want?" Negris said, sounding a bit like a wholesale store owner dealing with a retail customer.

"How many do you have?" Geralde felt the world was changing too fast. Could world tree saplings be sold in bulk?

Negris didn't know, he had just returned. After asking around, he awkwardly rubbed his little claws and returned to the teleportation array: "Uh, well, that... that... the saplings are gone."

"What!" Geralde shouted, her voice like a thunderclap, shaking the surrounding trees and scaring birds into flight. Deer over ten kilometers away perked up their ears in alarm.

The elf guards standing by winced, some covering their ears, others jumping to the side like frightened rabbits, looking at Geralde in fear.

Usually, this elf queen was tall and slender, with a flat waist and distinct lines, not at all like someone with great strength. But this shout truly revealed the might of a dragon hunter.

Negris's ears were ringing, and he quickly said, "Little tree, little tree, I'll give you a finger-thick little tree for free."

Geralde's anger was stuck in her throat, her eyes wide with disbelief. "You mean the saplings are gone, and you're offering a grown little tree instead?"

Is there such a good deal? No calves, but grown cows instead?

"Yes, yes, that's what I mean. Oh, after a month away, those guys grew all the saplings. I'm really sorry."

Geralde felt like spitting blood. Just when she had killed two saplings, the other side told her they had accidentally grown all the saplings?

"How many... world trees do you have?" Geralde asked, emphasizing each word.

Negris quickly covered his mouth. Trouble, he had slipped and said the wrong thing.

He had never dared to say how many world trees they had. Knowing the truth would definitely cause a stir among the elves. But he had slipped and let it slip: "This... that... this... that..."

Stammering, Geralde became impatient and asked directly, "Do you have ten?"

Heaven, the most powerful elf queen in history only dared to guess ten. If she knew the truth, she would crawl through the teleportation array. Ang had sprouted and grown 2,500 saplings.

"Uh, no, not that many," Negris hesitated.

"Five? Do you have five?" Geralde asked again.

"That... maybe... I'll check."

Saying he would check was to deceive Geralde. After a few minutes, Negris said again, "There are exactly five, all finger-thick and branched little trees."

"I'll take them all. Fifty thousand magic crystals each, plus one druid heart, one bottle of life essence, a nest of little elves, and a bag of moon spring rice seeds," Geralde offered.

"All of them? No, no, I can only sell you three, and I don't want the little elves." Negris's heart tightened. These elves had ulterior motives, trying to send the little elves over?

Those things had telepathy, and they might leak all the secrets here to the elves.

Hearing Negris refuse, Geralde realized he had misunderstood and quickly said, "It seems Lord Negris knows a lot about little elves, but the little elves I mentioned are a nest of wild little elves..." Wild little elves had no blood relation to domesticated ones, so they couldn't communicate telepathically.

"I don't want wild ones either. Change it to life essence, and I can only give you three." Negris refused.

Geralde said, emphasizing each word, "Changing to life essence is fine, but Lord Negris, you should know that we elves cannot let any world tree fall into others' hands. I hope you consider selling all five to us, otherwise, it might affect our friendship."

How would it affect their friendship? They would become enemies. These elves would search the world for his traces, and being remembered by a bunch of stubborn elves was not a good thing.

It was all an act to increase the credibility of "only five." Negris pretended to be hesitant and reluctantly agreed.

Two hundred and fifty thousand magic crystals was not a small amount. If they didn't have a magic crystal mine, it would take a while to gather them. Fortunately, the elves were a group of rich people with mines at home.

Half an hour later, two hundred and fifty thousand magic crystals, five bottles of life essence, one druid heart, and a bag of moon spring rice seeds were sent over in nine batches.

Negris originally didn't want the druid heart because he had a more powerful planting god at home.

But thinking that Deilu could transform besides farming and herding, he reluctantly accepted it.

Negris also dug up five world little trees, about finger-thick and a person tall, bundled them, and sent them over.

After the transaction, just as he was about to turn off the teleportation array, a dragon language greeting suddenly came through the communication: "￥%#@amp;, long time no see, how have you been? Come and chat."

The part others couldn't understand was Negris's name in dragon language.