The lord's office hall could not escape the fate of being wrapped in vegetation like other buildings, but the luck of this building was obviously better. What covered it was the green grass of a giant tree. At this time, the trees were full of white flowers. When the wind blew, the large petals fell on the gray bricks, adding a more lively atmosphere to the originally serious building.

Atsk led Cyril into this place with familiarity. Along the way, Cyril's uncovered elf ears attracted many people to look at each other, but Atsk had no intention of explaining, so he led Cyril to the conference room on the second floor inside and sat down, and closed the door.

The conference room itself is very old, and there is a lot of dust accumulated in places like the corners of the wall, but the tabletops of the long table are spotless.

"Lord...No, it's the Baron, at this time, he should be on his way back to Siliki from Yevwind. I think he should be here soon."

Atsk said naturally, and at the same time, he bent down and carried out a stack of stacks of paper from the cabinet beside him - made of special tree bark and is considered a specialty of the Amasir region.

"You don't seem to care that I will take away the position of the Lord Lord. You are his aide-" Cyril couldn't help asking. Although Atsk's straightforward attitude towards things and analytical skills satisfy him, the other party's seamless attitude made him feel a little uncomfortable.

"Assistant?" Atsk shook his head in confusion, "No, of course I am not. I just tried to contribute a little to the city where I live. What the soldiers told you?"

When Cyrill recalled the soldier's words, he did not list "lecturer" and "Baron" as subordinate, but instead was parallel.

Atsk continued at this time: "In fact, Lord Lord... Oh, it's Baron, forget it, I'll just call it by name so as not to get confused - in fact, Baron Gene was kicked here from home, I think you should know his father, Duke O'Connor. If Duke O'Connor is a little better to his fourth son, Gene, he wouldn't have to be a baron in such a poor, broken and unlucky place..."

"Baron Gene has been working on this matter for two years, and he is almost collapsed. I think he wishes someone could take over him, so it's great that Solconan has the newly-delegated Earl of Silici now."

He then clearly understood Gene O'Connor's relationship with the city in a few words. Cyril nodded slightly and then asked Atsk for information. However, Atsk did not hand over the paper at all. Instead, he flipped it out in his hand, picked out the middle piece, and handed it to Cyril alone.

"I think you should first understand the whole story of this incident. It happened two years ago, and the outer edge of the Ellekin jungle changed, and the trees became tall and large, and we didn't even care about it at that time-"

The Elekin Jungle is the name of the forest close to Siliki, Yevwind and Somi. It is a Gao'an area - Gao'an area refers to a safe, natural and orderly area. Travelers will rarely suffer more than imagined when they walk here.

The Ellekin Jungle goes deeper to the northeast and is a black forest, which is the so-called low-security area. It has low safety and is extremely easy to die suddenly.

Cyril looked at the paper in his hand, which recorded what Atsk was telling, but it was necessary to be more detailed and recorded the words of witnesses.

"At first, no one cared about this, but soon the unusual trees began to expand on a large scale, and even hurt the walls of Somi City. At that time, everyone noticed something was wrong."

"Somi City organized a team to enter the forest, trying to find the reason, but was stopped by the elves without going far. It was still within the legal hunting area of ​​human beings, but the elves did not allow them to go deeper. So humans and elves rubbed against the elves, and most of the people in Somi City were injured and fled back to Somi City."

"The situation did not change. Next, the farmers found that they could not plant it. The crops they planted would soon be replaced by naturally growing grass or trees, and the farmland that was not originally large was replaced by new plants."

Cyril finally understood why the villagers had pale faces and skinny skin, and even said they could only eat grass, because they could not grow them at all.

"So humans and elves have another friction, but the power of Amasil, a corner of the northeast, can be imagined. The frontal breakthrough is fruitless and I want to send wanderers to infiltrate, but humans in the jungle can compare with elves. Those elves are guarding against things in the forest, which makes us convinced that it is the elves that cause all this - although they themselves may also suffer the consequences."

Cyril roughly finished the whole thing, looked up and asked, "So those kids are afraid of elves?"

"It can be said that although the elves actually did not harm us through force, somehow, the elves became something that children in the Three Cities feared."

Atsk folded the remaining stack of papers on the table: "Although I'm very interested in why Solconan sent an earl here, I have to say that you are the most unlucky count I have ever met - and when I came up with such a mess, there was no one else."

"Oh? So it seems that you have been to the capital?" Cyril asked again as he looked at the clues of the mission he had just passed.

Atsk seemed to see the boy's temperament clearly - although he was a young and high-ranking nobleman, it was not difficult to speak at all. Instead, he was more like a member of the adventure group, and could speak easily. So he simply pulled open his seat and sat down, continued to select useful content from the paper, sorted it out, and said:

"I am a graduate of the Kingdom Military Academy, but I'm not doing it very well. Is the Earl also a student there? Depending on your age... it seems... it's only been a few years since you graduate?"

But he didn't notice that Cyril's eyes lit up, and the half-elf boy did not answer his question. He stopped and raised his head and asked, "Graduate from Kingdom Military Academy? What are you majoring in?"

"It's...tactical." Atsk was a little confused, for some reason why Cyril suddenly became excited.

"You trained the militia in Ciali?" Cyril continued excitedly, looking at the young-looking lecturer nodding, he suppressed his inner excitement-

At this time, Cyril even felt that he could wrestle the wrist with the dragon. After winning, he threw the dragon over his shoulder and threw it to the ground!

If Atsk just now showed his knowledge and intelligence-related abilities, the other party's identity as a "Graduate of the Kingdom Military Academy" was like a shining golden light surrounding him, and he almost wrote the three big words "SSR" on his face!
Chapter completed!