Chapter 692 - 384: The Gardener Elf’s Arcadia (Double-Length)

"Crossing the boundary’s mist?"

Upon hearing Rogel’s rather casual words, Sister Huahua felt a jolt in her heart, then once again carefully sensed Rogel’s aura, discovering it to be as mysterious and powerful as the pitch-black abyss.

Without a doubt, this is an extremely powerful person.

If he had any ill intentions, perhaps no one in Flower Lake could resist...

Thinking of this, Sister Huahua nodded silently, then said, "Since you are travelers, Flower Lake gladly welcomes you to rest here."

"A pleasure."

Rogel responded with a smile.

"Yay, yay!" Iya also cheered up, not at all shy, happily asking, "What delicious food do you have here?"

Hearing this, Rogel’s face darkened.

This little foodie is really embarrassing; who visits others’ territories and asks about food first thing?

Are you here to rest or to flee from famine and hardship?

"Really no ambition!"

Rogel grumpily stretched out his index finger to poke the little foodie’s cheek.

"You’re annoying!" Iya immediately glared at him, shouting loudly.

Upon seeing this, Sister Huahua seemed to breathe a slight sigh of relief.

As fellow Gardener Elves, they were quite sensitive to emotions, and if Rogel were a bad person, Iya probably wouldn’t behave so close to him.

"Come on, I’ll show you around."

Sister Huahua said.

Saying this, she began to guide Rogel and Iya on a tour around Flower Lake.

...

The area of Flower Lake isn’t large.

This small island isn’t even as big as Magrela once was.

However, the number of Gardener Elves residing here isn’t small.

On the outskirts of the island, there are fruit trees planted and nurtured by Gardener Elves, including apples, bananas, cherries, and even stranger fruit tree species, all available.

And under the branches of each fruit tree, green vines dangle, suspending one little wooden house after another, serving as the dwellings of Gardener Elves and allowing them to care for the trees more meticulously.

Additionally, there are many beehives flowing with sweet honey, living harmoniously with the Gardener Elves.

Outside the fruit trees, the island’s center is surrounded by countless blooming flowers.

They are of various shapes, vibrant colors, and some even poisonous, but Gardener Elves seem to treat them all equally.

The central Flower Lake is the source of all beauty.

Clean and clear, below the lake seems to have a marvelous spring, slowly gushing, with some crystalline mineral particles, making the lake even more magnificent.

However, perhaps due to its purity, no fish reside within...

Most Gardener Elves seem innately simple and lively, leading simple lives that aren’t dull or tedious.

This is evident from the uniquely decorated small wooden houses.

Every Gardener Elf puts effort into decorating their small home.

Additionally, Rogel found the petal lanterns carried by the Little Elves most interesting.

Petal lanterns are naturally made from petals, with glowing mineral particles from Flower Lake inside, emitting different lights depending on the petal color, small, delicate, and intriguing.

Another point to note is that among the Gardener Elves, there are no male Elves.

Or, more accurately, there is no concept of gender.

This is due to the reproductive method of Gardener Elves...

Rogel’s spiritual power enveloped the entire Flower Lake.

At this moment, he coincidentally witnessed this wondrous scene.

An old Gardener Elf, nearing the end of her life, with tearful eyes of two other Gardener Elves, came to rest beneath a flower bud.

Her tiny body leaned against the stem, then peacefully closed her eyes.

Soon, her body transformed into a sprinkle of glowing green lights, merging into the soil beneath the flower bud.

As the lights merged, the flower bud gently swayed, seemingly growing a little fuller...

"Actually, there’s a chance that the adjacent bud may also nurture new life."

Watching where Rogel focused, Sister Huahua slowly flew to Rogel’s side.

By this time, Iya was already enjoying the fruits and honey from Flower Lake, warmly hosted by other Little Elves, thoroughly enjoying herself.

Rogel turned his gaze to her.

Sister Huahua’s eyes were dim: "But ultimately, the Flower Lake is too small, and it’s difficult for us to leave this place..."

Undoubtedly, if the number of elves is too large, then the soil for survival will naturally be insufficient.

Upon hearing this, Rogel immediately understood her general idea.

"I can lead people through the boundary mist."

Rogel said, this problem is not difficult for him.

The thing to worry about is something else.

"My territory will also need your abilities, and can provide you with a new habitat."

"However, you should know that things outside are not all beautiful and friendly."

"Beyond the Flower Lake, there are many dangers, and it’s hard to claim that my place is safe; it might even be said that it’s fraught with crises."

Rogel said calmly.

He was not exaggerating, just stating the truth.

The abilities of the Gardener Elves are indeed useful. If they could live with humans, perhaps they could complement each other.

But, aside from the fact that every human’s temperament is sharply different, there are indeed hidden risks in his domain.

Not to mention the distant Extreme Night Stars Territory, just the nearby Mother Goddess Land and the surrounding divine spirits are also potential risks.

Once a war breaks out, the Black Tide Secret Society Territory could very well be affected.

In contrast, the Flower Lake.

Although surrounded by the boundary mist, with the Gardener Elves’ innate abilities, they can live very well here.

Moreover, the boundary mist, though a limitation, can also be seen as a form of protection, making it difficult for many creatures to enter.

But the only drawback is that Gardener Elves need to limit their numbers...

"I know, we don’t intend to give up living here either." Sister Huahua sighed, then turned to look at the young elves on the island: "But they really want to go out and see..."

"So... can I ask you this favor?"

Upon hearing this, Rogel pondered for a moment, then nodded slightly: "If that’s the case, alright."

Upon hearing this, Sister Huahua smiled relieved: "Thank you, Rogel."

Rogel shook his head, indicating it was nothing.

After that, he thickened his skin and enjoyed the unique cuisine of the Flower Lake just like Iya.

"I’m full, I’m full~" Iya said with a satisfied smile on her little face, her belly was so round she felt like she couldn’t fly anymore.

"Let’s go, big meanie."

She said contentedly.

Upon hearing this, Rogel smiled: "What, don’t you intend to stay here? They’re all your kind, I see you getting along very well with them."

Hearing Rogel’s words, the Little Elf immediately became alert: "What? Big meanie, what do you mean? Want to leave me here alone?"

Saying this, she zipped over to Rogel’s hand, hugging his finger tightly, refusing to be shaken off no matter how hard he tried.

"No! You’re not allowed to leave Iya here alone! If you dare run, Iya will bite you!"

"Lina won’t agree either!"

"Don’t leave Iya here, Iya will be good from now on and won’t call you big meanie anymore..."

She seemed truly anxious, tears welled up, her threat tinged with a plea, pitifully.

Rogel chuckled, speechless.

Looks like he was overthinking; Iya had spent a lot of time with them and had never seen her own kind before, so to her, Rogel and Lina were her family, and Gelin was her home.

The Gardener Elves in Flower Lake only made her feel familiar, nothing more.

Seeing this situation, although Rogel had no such intention, it was just a tease, he felt as if he had done something wrong, feeling quite guilty.

"Alright, alright, don’t worry, don’t worry, how could I leave you here..."

"I don’t believe you! Swear!"

"Okay, okay, I swear, I swear..."

"That’s better... boohoo..." The Little Elf turned around, wiping her tears with her little hand secretly.

"Oh dear..." Rogel felt very guilty then, certain jokes really shouldn’t be made lightly: "Don’t cry, don’t cry, I’ll make you something delicious later, alright?"

"Nonsense! I wasn’t crying!" The Little Elf glared at him with red-rimmed eyes, then hummed: "...I want osmanthus cake! And strawberry cake and honey cupcakes!"

"Alright, alright, eat, eat..." Rogel reached out his finger to pat her little head, helplessly amused.