Several notifications were ringing in Liam’s ears. As the quest ended and he received his reward he finally level up, reag level 12.

  He was the fourth among the party to do so.

  Simultaneously he admired the fishing rod in his hands, his brain automatically ing up with pces to use it in.

  A sed ter he calmed down as Gabe tinued speaking:

  “That’s it, adventurer. I will firav ahat idiot up. I don’t know when I’ll e back.

  Feel free to use this old hut of mine if you for anything.

  You know where to fiop by if you are in the area. Goodbye.”

  With those wabe tapped his hat, leaving carefreely without pag anything. Dorn Liam before scurrying after the older man.

  Liam watched them vanish into the jungle. He khat Gabe’s st words were hinting at the tinuation of the quest. Teically he could rent a ship in Duabalis Harbor and visit Gabe, Sentrav, and Dorn on their lonely isnd.

  But his level wasn’t quite up to par yet.

  Thus, Liam left calmly, returning to the novice vilge.

  Just as he was pting about what to do , a message reached him.

  [Serena: Liam! Liam!]

  Liam smiled as he received the message sent from Serena’s phone in the game. Making this possible was indeed a good deed by C, allowing him to chat with his sister while in the game.

  [Liam: Serena? What’s up!]

  [Serena: Don’t be like this! You kly what’s up!]

  [Liam: Did you receive a package?]

  [Serena: Yes! It’s a sole! You didn’t tell me you bought one!]

  [Liam: Surprise!]

  [Serena: But… isn’t this super expensive? I heard it’s close to impossible to buy at the moment. Do we have so much money?]

  [Liam: Of course. I received it for achieving first clear!]

  It took a few seds for the message to appear.

  [Serena: Please be careful.]

  [Liam: I will.]

  Liam sighed in uanding. Obviously, his little sister detested Colville strus. It proved Serena’s deep trust in her brother that she didn’t try to stop him from dealing with the pany.

  [Liam: Do you want to py now?]

  [Serena: Yes!]

  A smile unsciously found its way on Liam’s face. He chatted with his sister, helpio get started in the game while traveling to Duabalis.

  [Liam: Do you prefer any race?]

  [Serena: I want to be an elf! Everything is seous there.]

  [Liam: Ok. Then just choose the picture with an high elf on it.]

  Liam guided his sister patiently while feeling a headache ing up. High elves didn’t have a good retionship with inal nephilim, which prevents Liam from telep to their cities directly.

  From the moment he ordered a sole for Serena, he looked forward to pying with his sister. Thus, he racked his brain for any options to reach the elven cities.

  Soon, Liam came up with something. He took the teleporter to Svebrial, arriving in the important human city once more.

  Following the main street Liam quickly reached the high-css district.

  Beautiful manors with vast gardens could be found here housing the empire’s nobles. Stern-faced guards deterred every oner from even f the idea of approag.

  A bit further away an incredible castle could be seen, t over the city, emitting royal authority.

  Liam advanced in the dire of the castle before taking a turn to the left, approag a geous gate. Artfully crafted metal roses and butterflies were surrounded by sturdy bars which held all visitors away.

  The gate art of a pristinely white wall, enclosing a spacious pound holding multiple geous vils and perfectly trimmed gardens.

  Even the guards’ armors seemed more like art pieces than tools for battles.

  The tall soldiers barely moved as Liam approached, their fair, slim faces remaining indifferent.

  Only when the nephilim got too close did the guards cross their spears, spitting out a single word:

  “Leave!”

  Liam put on a polite smile, holding himself ba staring at the guards’ pointy ears, which would be sidered a grave insult for any elves.

  “I have something for the Great Archmage to see.”

  The guards showed ripples of ridicule in their eyes, just about to chase Liam away wheook out a small silver engraved with two devil horns.

  Immediately the elves’ bodies stiffened.

  “Wait here!”

  One of the guards ordered coldly before entering the pound, going straight to a certain vil.

  A few seds ter he returned, nodding at Liam.

  “Follow me! Don’t run around and don’t touything!”

  The moment Liam passed the gate, a notification appeared in his view.

  [Discovered Elven Ambassy, Svebrial. EXP: 60]

  Liam didn’t dare to explore the pce, however. Even the simple guards emitted incredible pressure. Some unbelievably strong NPCs resided in this ambassy, none of them especially fond of Nephilim.

  The stro of them all now stood before Liam after the guard brought him te vil huddled in a er of the ambassy.

  Great Archmage Ephnior was more than two meters tall, wearing an uncharacteristic white leather armor which shimmered from the powerful magic embedded in it. A thick, regal blue cape hung from his shoulders, adorned by a fluffy white hem.

  He looked down on Liam with cold, sharp eyes. Everyone seeing those would uand that this archmage was no schor but a battle-hardened warrior.

  “Nephilim, you came here with an infernal ?”

  “Yes, archmage. Here is it.”

  Liam didn’t dare to dey, handing over the silver he dug out of the infernal totem earlier.

  His eyes g the lifeless head of a greater demon pced within a magic circle in the er of the spacious, orderly room.

  Ephnior didn’t care about Liam’s thoughts as he took the in his hand.

  Suddenly it was as if the two devil horns came to life. A red light glimmered on their sharp tops. But Ephnior simply closed his hainguishing any movement.

  “Thinking of activating yi my presenaive!”

  Ephnior’s voice dripped with ridicule, but his perfect fad clear, blue eyes remaiionless.

  With a flick of his fingers, he threw the into the air. A magic circle made from the purest mana appeared on his palm. Even someohout knowledge about magic would feel attracted by the intricately woven runes, reizing the work of a master.

  “Deolhee!”

  Suddenly the magic circle spun around its ter. A rge amount of mana was attracted. It shot upwards, meeting the silver in midair.

  A rage-filled roar mysteriously spread from the , reverberating through the entire ambassy. Obviously, this was not an unon occurrence as not even the guards came to iigate.

  At this moment the silver was engulfed in a red light, struggling to keep the magic circle at bay. But it only held on for a few moments before shattering audibly.

  The evil atmosphere surrounding the vanished like an illusion.

  Ephnior caught the object, pying with it in his palm.

  “One less cursed item. One day I will eradicate them all.”

  A sharp glint fshed past the elf’s eyes before he addressed Liam again:

  “Nephilim, you approached an infernal totem and didn’t get bewitched.

  You did the right thing by destroying it and bringing the to me.”

  Liam nodded carefully, his back full of sweat. He almost couldn’t breathe from the mana still lingering in the air. At least he didn’t endure for nothing as a notificatio him know that his retionship with the high elves increased.

  Such was the influence of pleasing a mighty archmage.

  “Here, take this device. It will assist you in finding more infernal s. Bring them to me!”

  Ephnior didn’t eve Liam answer as he stuffed a small device looking like a pass in Liam’s hands.

  Afterwards the archmage called a guard to guide Liam out.

  Only after leaving the ambassy behind did Liam dare to pin, cursing the elf’s stinginess inwardly.

  However, at least he khat Ephnior truly offered some great rewards after brining more s.

  Liam grumbled all the way back to the teleporters. At least his dissatisfa lessened as he found a new destination avaible.

  With a thought he chose the elven city whiow granted him entry, Luphenour.

  When the light before his eyes receded Liam was immediately weled by a fragrant smell which rexed one’s mind.

  It emanated from geous red flowers pnted along the paths of the city.

  Maybe thanks to the help of these flowers, Luphenour was an incredibly peaceful city. The few visitors didn’t dare to behave ostentatiously, mingling with the serene elves strolling the city with measured steps.

  The streets and buildings didn’t appear overly luxurious but were perfectly , built from pristine white stone. However, some buildings clearly stood out, all of them having obviious characteristics.

  Liam khat those were temples dedicated to the goddess of the moon, Lupheya, which most of the high elves worshipped.

  Liam would’ve liked to take in the sights of this beautiful city but as soon as he appeared an elf in long white robes approached him.

  Not eager to listen to the priest’s teags the veteran quickly escaped towards another dire.