Elf Kingdom: Game of the World Tree-Chapter 1245 - 807: Elf and Dragon

Those were two elves dressed as adventurers, but their equipment was much more exquisite than any adventurer Old John had seen.

No, perhaps exquisite wasn’t the right word; to Old John, their equipment looked more like finely crafted artwork.

Glittering, majestic.

Whether it was the robe-wearing Druid or the armored warrior, both were the same.

Damn, now he could even distinguish between a Druid and a Mage!

He had to thank that Druid Apprentice who often came to the tavern for drinks for the enlightenment!

Looking at the gorgeous robes adorned with distinct Druid patterns on the elves, Old John couldn’t help but grumble silently in his heart.

Then... he couldn’t resist stealing another glance.

He couldn’t help it, these two elves were just too good-looking.

Even though they were both male, their delicate jaws and skin smoother than milk made it hard to look away.

Old John swore, even those pampered noblewomen didn’t have skin this smooth!

However, when the elves’ gaze swept over, he quickly lowered his head, not daring to make eye contact.

It’s said that elves are powerful professionals, able to master strong magic naturally.

And ordinary people always feel a sense of awe in front of professionals.

Although Old John was just a mortal, he could still sense the powerful aura emanating from these elves.

They seemed like noble beings from another world, completely out of place in the chaotic tavern environment.

Hiss... damn, the wound hurt again.

Old John felt like the wound on his back had been torn open again; he trembled as he touched it, his hand coming away bloody...

"Shit!"

He couldn’t help but mutter a curse under his breath.

However, this crude slang was so clear in the silent tavern that everyone turned their attention to him, including the elves.

Feeling the elves’ gaze, Old John’s face turned pale.

Professionals are high and mighty; to them, ordinary people without power are like weeds by the roadside.

Offending a professional leads to a miserable end.

Even if it’s an elf!

Old John had heard that elves are no longer as merciful as the legends say; he had heard minstrels tell stories about Elf Adventurers many times.

Decisive in killing, extremely powerful.

Anyone who stands against them meets a bad end!

Of course, the reputation of Elf Adventurers is quite polarized; some speak well of them, others not so much.

But no matter what, as an ordinary person, he just wanted to live quietly.

Old John was trembling, his throat dry.

He wanted to apologize, to explain that his earlier words were not directed at the elves, but he was too nervous to speak...

But before he could muster the words, the elves withdrew their gaze.

They didn’t seem to care about him.

Nothing... nothing happened?

Old John was stunned, feeling as if a great weight had been lifted from him.

Then, he quickly shrunk back into the tavern, trying to hide himself in the shadows, becoming a little transparent.

Of course, he couldn’t help but secretly observe these beautiful long-eared beings.

Never seen them before, curious.

The two elves entered the tavern, walking up to the bar.

Before they could sit down, seats were immediately offered to them.

People were accustomed to this sort of thing.

When faced with powerful professionals, ordinary people only avoid making mistakes by treading carefully.

Especially after the resurgence of magic power, it seemed like almost every day there were rumors of professionals killing people in taverns, incidents even the City Guard was too lazy to manage.

Even with elves, no one dared to take the risk.

"Three cups of Elf Flower Tea."

The leading Elf Druid said to the bartender.

Three cups?

Old John was slightly stunned.

But in the next second, the tavern’s door was pushed open again, and another elf walked in.

It was a woman.

Her appearance was even more stunning than that of the male elves, so much so that people found it impossible to look away; Old John even heard the sound of someone taking a breath in the tavern.

She first frowned, seemingly uncomfortable with the tavern’s smell, but quickly her expression returned to normal.

"Dongdong, over here!"

The red-haired warrior next to the Elf Druid excitedly waved, patting the seat beside them.

The female elf gave him a sidelong glance, disdainfully pursing her lips, then sat down beside the Elf Druid.

In that moment, Old John thought he saw the elf warrior’s smile stiffen slightly.

The elves sat down, exuding a powerful aura.

However, upon hearing the elves’ request, the bartender’s expression became somewhat awkward.

He cautiously glanced at them and said apologetically:

"Esteemed Elf Lords... um, I’m sorry, we don’t have such high-end drinks like flower tea here; the only place in all of Luck City that might have it is the noble bar in the Inner City District..."

The elves raised their eyebrows.

The leading Druid waved his hand, indifferent, and said:

"No problem, just bring us the best quality drink you have here."

Saying this, he handed over a gold pound.

"Gold pound!"

The bartender’s eyes widened, his expression quickly becoming ingratiating:

"Yes, Elf Lord, please wait! I will arrange this for you immediately!"

After a short while, three glasses filled with a clear spirit were placed in front of the elves.

Old John recognized it as what the tavern’s owner had as Er Guotou, said to be bought at a high price from a black market merchant.