Quick Transmigration: Survive to the End

Chapter 551 World 9

After temporarily parting ways with the dragons, Stella returned to the Elf Forest with the Elf King using a magic circle. Her eyes were still sparkling.

Garcia thought she was happy because she went out to play, and he specifically warned her: "If no one is with you, you must not be naughty and leave the tribe's territory."

“Okay,” Stella agreed with a smile, without explaining anything further.

The Elf King knew, but he was even less likely to explain.

In the presence of elves and fairies, he was an elegant and majestic king.

Stella's credibility was sufficient among the elves, so when she agreed, Garcia believed her.

"Do you want to go into the amusement park first? They're all still inside."

Stella shook her head: "We can play sooner or later. I'm going out with the King in a couple of days."

Once she goes in, she won't come out for at least several days. She wanted to see how the Elf King and the people from the Dark Temple would negotiate.

Stella was more interested in the king who was both sarcastic and "lively" when he was out in public than in the emotionless king in the elven palace.

"Going out again?" Garcia seemed to understand something. "No wonder you're so happy."

Clearly, this was because Stella was happy only because she was going out again in a couple of days.

Stella mumbled something vague and then followed the Elf King.

Upon returning to the palace, the Elf King said, "We won't be heading to the Dark Temple for another two days, so you can go have some fun now."

Stella stood on his shoulder and said firmly, "But right now I just want to stay with the King."

Seeing Stella's insistence, the Elf King didn't say anything more, but his mood index clearly rose by several points.

The Elf King continued with his own affairs, while Stella opened the thick history books of humankind, striving to learn more about the world.

She had actually read quite a bit of the book, but it just wasn't that great.

Despite the fact that the world is divided into so many countries, the royal families of each country can actually be related in some roundabout way.

An uncle beats his nephew, and the nephew pulls his uncle off his horse... National wars are nothing more than power struggles among those in positions of authority.

As for the newcomers... one can only say that the nobles and commoners of this world are clearly divided.

In this history book of humanity where bloodlines reign supreme, Eugene is a rare exception who, through his talent, rose from humble beginnings to stand at the pinnacle of humanity.

Stella was a little confused.

Since Eugene comes from a commoner background, does he really not see the extent of the impact his actions will have on ordinary people?

Or is it that the dragon slayer eventually becomes the dragon himself, having long been assimilated and become the true ruler?

Seeing that Stella hadn't turned the page for a long time, the Elf King asked, "Is there something you can't figure out?"

Stella asked, "Your Majesty, do you know what kind of person Eugene was in the past?"

“Why did you suddenly think of this?” the Elf King said, then gently spoke to Stella about Eugene from the past, and concluded, “He was an ambitious and thoughtful human being.”

"I originally thought that he would be a friend worth having throughout his life."

Stella was a little worried after hearing this.

The Elf King clasped his hands together, leaned slightly against the armrest, and said to Stella with a profound expression, "Stella, even an immortal species like the elves needs friends from all races."

Stella understood.

The Elf King needs human friends, and Eugene is his friend.

Before Eugene, there must have been Eugene I, Eugene II, and Eugene III.

The only difference is that the previous friends remained the Elf King's sincere friends until their deaths, but Eugene is no longer.

As for why we need friends from all races, it's because no race can truly live in complete seclusion in this world.

Stella admired the Elf King's foresight even more: "No wonder during the hundred-day celebration, the other races all said that you, King, are the most beloved creation of all the gods."

“No,” the Elf King looked into her eyes, “not all gods, the God of Light has a more beloved creation.”

“How could that be?” Stella retorted instinctively. “Who else could be more favored by the God of Light than you, Your Majesty?”

The Elf King showed no intention of answering her questions. He glanced at the sky and reminded her, "Stella, you should rest."

Stella knew that if he didn't want to talk, no one could get the answer out of him, so she decided not to waste her time.

She flapped her wings and returned to her luxurious little villa, pulling the blanket over herself: "Goodnight, Your Majesty."

"Good night," the Elf King said to her, then, with no interest in his official duties, picked up a book to read.

If Stella were here, she would definitely recognize that this is a collection of myths.

This book is not a complete history of the gods, but rather contains many things passed down orally by humans, and even many little stories that have been made up from who-knows-where. It was one of the gifts Eugene gave her when they first met.

After reading it once, Stella casually placed the book on the Elf King's desk, mixing it with other books she often read. However, the Elf King has now accurately picked it out.

The next morning, when Stella awoke to the melodious songs of birds, the Elf King was nowhere to be seen.

Everything in the room was as usual, and the table was neatly tidied.

Stella flew to the table, stretched, thought for a moment, then pushed open the window and ran to the mother tree.

The leaves rustled, and Stella took it as the mother tree greeting her.

She leaned closer and gently placed her palm on the trunk of the mother tree: "Good morning, may today be a pleasant day."

After saying hello, Stella flew around the mother tree once, as usual.

Wait a minute, I'm looking at this too quickly and it seems like I've missed something.

Stella flew back and observed carefully.

Ok……

Isn't it said that the Elven bloodline is difficult to produce, with only one offspring appearing every few hundred years?

Damian has only been born for a short time, and yet another fruit is already showing signs of developing into an embryo.

If Damian's pace continues, won't there be a second elf cub very soon?

"Wow, that's really something."

Stella sighed, and without lingering, flew back to the Elf King's study.

"Your Majesty, great news!"