402 Gand City


    Selma Payne’s POV:


    Gand City didn’t have a prepared werewolf embassy like the Elf King’s, so we were arranged to stay in the pce’s guest rooms. Perhaps to show off their status, the guest room was decorated luxuriously. There were glittering crystals and gorgeous gold and silver threads everywhere. Gand City spared no effort to carve the unique family emblem on these luxurious decorations.


    The family emblem of Gand City’s mayor was just like the legendary gand, a vortex-shaped ring surrounded by all kinds of flowers and nts. I carefully observed the family emblem on the carpet and somehow felt that the pattern on it was familiar.


    Daisies, marigolds, irises, lilies...


    ... Although the style waspletely different, had I seen these flowers somewhere before?


    Counting, there were precisely thirteen kinds of flowers on the gand.


    Thirteen...


    Wait a minute!


    It was that stone b!


    To my surprise, I discovered that the flowers on the city’s emblem were precisely the same as those on Mullwica’s stone b. Not only were the thirteen flowers the same, but even the order of their arrangement was the same!


    In an instant, my back was drenched in a cold sweat. I wasn’t sure if it was a coincidence or if there was a deeper meaning to it. It was reasonable to say that the mayor’s family in the Elf Forest should not have any rtionship with the witch tribe of the Rocky Mountains, which was thousands of miles away.


    But there were thirteen flowers. There were tens of thousands of flowers in the world that could form the number thirteen, and how many ways did the thirteen flowers have to be sorted? How could it be so coincidental that twopletely unrted things would collide and create a simr one?


    Speaking of which, who was the demon that the witch summoned for revenge? ire didn’t mention his name.


    I immediately turned back to look for ire, who was on duty in the night’s second half. She was also confused by my question. “I don’t know either, Your Highness. The legends don’t mention such details. In fact, even the names of the male and female protagonists have yet to be passed down. Everyone blindly calls them ‘boy’,’ witch’, and ‘demon’.”


    “What’s with the family emblem of Gand City? Was this drawn ording to the gand left behind by the real Goddess of Nature? Or are the nts just local flowers representative of the area?”


    “The family emblem is said to be drawn ording to a real gand. It was said that many years ago, the mayor of the first generation who had picked up this gand was eager to show it off to the whole country, but he was afraid that the journey would be bumpy and the real thing would be lost, so he ordered to change his family emblem and created a wreath ording to the real appearance of the wreath to announce it to the whole country. You see, a small chip on the leaf is protruding out from the upper right corner of the family emblem. This is the piece that the boy in the legend bit.”


    She pointed to the upper right corner of the family emblem on the carpet. There was a round gap on the leaf, like a bite from an insect.


    If that was the case, could it be inferred that the real gand looked like this?


    So, if these thirteen flowers came from the Goddess of Nature, why would Mullwica, who believed in the Goddess of Fate, collect a stone b with the pattern of the Goddess of Nature’s sect? Could she have had some connection with the elves? But before I came here, numerous research associations had already briefly browsed through the books and notes left behind by Mullwica. There was no mention of any information rted to the elves.


    And that unknown demon...


    This couldn’t really be a coincidence. Neither the gand nor the stone b was an ordinary item, and their patterns must have special meanings. And this might be the answer I couldn’t understand, no matter how much I thought about it.


    I became even more determined to see the gand with my own eyes. Just as I was suffering from theck of a way to do so, a solution appeared in front of me.


    The next morning, the mayor of Gand City politely invited us to a breakfast banquet. During this period, his wife also attended. I saw an unexpected pattern on his wife’s luxurious long robe-the family emblem of Chena City’s mayor.


    “Pardon me, but do you have any rtives with Chena City’s mayor?” I asked.


    “Of course, my dear,” the mayor’s wife smiled kindly. “The current Chena City’s mayor is my grandnephew. That child even lived in Gand City for a few years when he was young. Tsk, tsk, he was a lively and smart child. His wife died early, and my poor great-granddaughter... It’s a pity that such a good child’s life is full of misfortunes. s, I’m old, and I like to talk about trivial things. I hope Your Highness can forgive me.”


    They were so closely rted by blood! ording to the low reproduction rate of elves, a family of three generations could have at least ten people, which was considered a full house. And ording to the mayor’s wife, she was close to Chena City’s mayor.


    I was surprised by this unexpected surprise – the lobbyist was here!


    After breakfast, I immediately sent a text message to Chena City’s mayor, asking him to help me persuade his great-aunt and uncle. It turned out that this was the right decision. In the evening, the mayor of Gand City agreed to let us see the legendary gand.