Daili quickly interjected, “They insist that Anna is their princess, but Anna absolutely denies it, claiming she doesn't know them.” Mo Han understood immediately that the situation was far from simple. With this thought in mind, Mo Han signaled for them to remain calm, slowly approaching the hostile elves.

He spoke with a smile, “Esteemed elves, I believe there might be some misunderstanding between us. Perhaps we could first put down our weapons, and then discuss things clearly to avoid souring the atmosphere?” No sooner had Mo Han finished speaking than a young elf dressed in green spoke up, “You humans are the most cunning.

Are you trying to trick us into lowering our weapons so you can attack us? Don’t dream about it.” Mo Han felt both amusement and exasperation, retorting, “We currently hold the advantage; there seems to be no need for such an unnecessary move, does there?” The young elf simply replied, “That’s because we don't wish to harm the innocent.

Otherwise, do you think the likes of you could possibly hold us captive?” Hearing the elf’s answer, Latin and the others bristled with anger; only Mo Han’s prior warning prevented them from charging in to fight immediately. Just then, the elderly elf spoke, “Karul, mind your manners.” He then turned to Mo Han and continued, “I presume you are the leader among these people?

Approach us. Only if you come over will we be willing to negotiate with you.” Hearing the old elf’s suggestion, Daili and the others quickly tried to intervene, fearing Mo Han might walk into danger.

These elves clearly did not look like they would be easy to deal with. If Mo Han went over alone, wouldn't it be incredibly perilous?

When the green-clad elf heard Daili’s protest, he simply stared at Mo Han with disdain. In his mind, this cunning human would certainly not, and dared not, step forward.

Unexpectedly, Mo Han merely waved his hand lightly, silencing the still-protesting Daili and the others, and then smiled as he walked towards the group of elves. Seeing Mo Han’s action, surprise flickered in the eyes of all the elves; they couldn't discern whether Mo Han genuinely intended to negotiate or was simply brave without forethought.

As Mo Han approached, the elves on the perimeter automatically parted, creating a pathway for him to enter. However, their eyes remained fixed on him; any rash move from Mo Han would instantly provoke their attack.

Seeing Mo Han approach him with an utterly composed expression and a smile, the elderly elf’s eyes showed a look of appreciation as he spoke, “Are you not afraid that we lured you here to harm you? Or do you believe you are strong enough to handle us?” Mo Han quickly shook his head, saying, “Of course, I cannot defeat you all.

It’s just that if even you elves cannot be trusted, then perhaps no one can be. I believe elves are always the most honest and benevolent race.” Hearing Mo Han’s words, the surrounding elves couldn’t help but smile.

This bit of flattery from Mo Han had struck a chord, significantly boosting their goodwill toward him and lessening the hostility in their gazes. The elderly elf, however, smiled and said, “Young man, you are clever, but such words don’t sway an old fellow like me, haha.” Mo Han promptly shook his head, replying, “Everything I said is the truth, Elder.

If you don’t believe me, there’s nothing I can do.” The old elf merely smiled without answering. Seeing this, Mo Han awkwardly broke the silence, “Right, what exactly is going on with Anna?” He then looked at Anna, who seemed to be immobilized by some magic, able to do nothing but gaze at Mo Han with a wronged expression, pleading pitifully, “Brother Mo Han, ignore them!

Hurry and save me! I don’t know them.” Hearing Anna, the old elf shook his head helplessly, saying, “Your Highness Princess, nothing you say today will matter.

The Queen has already informed us: if you do not return, we are mandated to capture you and bring you back. So, stop hatching any schemes.” Listening to their exchange, Mo Han asked, “What is actually happening here?” The old elf, hearing Mo Han’s query, replied, “I am Eire, an elder of the Elven race.

I have come under the command of our Queen to search for our runaway princess, Her Highness Anna. Her time for wandering is over; she must return to participate in our coming-of-age ceremony.

The Queen has summoned her repeatedly, but the Princess refuses to come back, so we had no choice but to come and escort her home. We hope you can grant us passage.

Our Elven race will never forget those who have helped us.” Mo Han responded, “Elder Eire, may I speak with Anna privately? I believe it might be beneficial for all of you.” Hearing Mo Han’s request, Eire pondered for a moment before replying, “Very well.

I hope you can persuade the Princess to change her mind; that would make things much simpler for us.” Mo Han nodded, ceasing to speak, and walked directly to Anna’s side. He noticed she was only held by a binding spell—several blue circles of light encircled her feet, nothing more.

Mo Han slightly raised his palm, murmured a low sound, and after a flash of white light, the blue rings restraining Anna vanished. Witnessing this display, a look of surprise appeared in the eyes of the Elven Elder Eire.

He knew exactly the power of the binding spell he had cast. A spell cast by a Great Magister like himself could not be compared to those of ordinary mages, and he had even improved this binding spell.

Despite it being a common spell, Mo Han had effortlessly dispelled his restriction, suggesting Mo Han was at least at the Great Magister level. Yet, Mo Han’s age was so remarkably young—it struck Eire as incredible.

Had human progress advanced so drastically in recent years? For someone so young to possess the cultivation of a Great Magister was astonishing news.

Eire secretly resolved that he must thoroughly investigate these matters. As for Mo Han, the subject of the moment, he was completely unaware that the skill he had inadvertently revealed had exposed his true strength to the experienced old elf.

He simply took Anna’s hand and started to lead her away. Jump to