Chapter 101: Sylvie’s Mission

“Ahhh! He killed my Dou Dou!”
“He’s killed Lili again!”
“He turned my Mei Mei into soup!”

In the Skyward Forest, every morning a furious roar echoed from the towering ancient tree.

A group of young Druids were fiercely battling on the nearby lawn. The defeated young elves left the battlefield disheartened.

“Why does the teacher yell like that every day?” one boy asked, glancing at the great tree. “What’s wrong with his pet?”

“Who knows!” others replied indifferently, fully immersed in their intense battle, paying no attention to the commotion.

“Three with one!”
“Damn it, I can’t hold on!”
“Don’t panic, teammate, I’ve got a bomb!”

On the lawn, three Druids huddled together, passionately playing cards.

A female elf named Bo Tao Xiong lay nearby, weary, while four or five elves fanned her desperately.

“Sylvie, what’s the secret to winning at cards?”
“Sylvie, what happened after the story you told last time?”
“Sylvie, have you learned anything fun from the forest elves?”

The elves eagerly attended to Sylvie, who had never felt so comfortable. Every day was a cycle of eating and sleeping, with someone always at her service—she was almost addicted to it.

“No wonder the young master wastes his days away…”

Sylvie accepted an apple from a nearby female elf and bit into it, juice flowing wildly—a true delight.

“Sylvie!” An eagle swooped down, clutching a bag woven from twigs, then transformed into a young elf beside her. “This is the contract payment from Taesil’s side.”

Sylvie sat up straight and collected the gold coins from the bag. “Three hundred gold coins. Don’t they like playing cards over there?”

“No... I think it’s quite popular.” The youth’s expression turned troubled. “But many don’t want to pay. They say these cards aren’t your invention, so why should they share their winnings with you?”

“What!”

Sylvie, now transformed into a gangster boss, stood up. “Ridiculous! If it weren’t for me bringing the cards back, they’d still be sleeping in caves!”

She resolved to reclaim the contract money.

Just then, a cold voice sounded in her ear: “Sylvie, come here.”

Startled, Sylvie sighed and said to the young elf, “The teacher’s calling me. Wait for me—I’ll come back and we’ll collect the contract money together.”

She transformed into a white leopard and darted toward the great tree, slipping into its massive hollow.

“Teacher,” she greeted Tyson, who dwelled inside the tree hollow. “You wanted to see me?”

Tyson was one of the ten great Druids of the primordial elves, and the only one capable of transforming into a colossal ape. At that moment, he appeared as a gray bear.

“Sylvie, you’ve seen the world and I trust you fully.” Tyson looked at her. “I am assigning you an important mission.”

Sylvie’s expression turned serious. “What mission?”

Tyson waved his bear paw, casting a soundproof barrier around them.

“The demigods plan to eliminate that evil Azure Dragon,” the gray bear said to the leopard. “They’ve asked for my assistance. Two great Druids have already agreed to send help. I intend to send you as well.”

Sylvie calmly agreed.

Tyson was pleased. “This mission is different from the usual ones. There may be injustice along the way—you need to be mentally prepared.”

He praised Sylvie, “You’ve changed a lot since you returned. I can see you’re different from those naive people outside.”

“You’ve grasped the true essence of justice. Sometimes, to maintain world peace, we must resort to special means.”

Sylvie was speechless—he might as well have said she’d gone bad, instead of dressing it up so nicely.

“Don’t worry, teacher. I will complete this mission.”

She accepted without hesitation.

Tyson nodded approvingly. “You’ve really grown.”

“But teacher, what’s the mission exactly?”

“Hmm…” The great Druid pondered. This was not something to reveal in detail, yet it was better to prepare his disciple mentally.

“That Azure Dragon’s reputation is extremely high. The entire world sees him as a hero.”

Tyson explained that because such a figure was so esteemed, the demigods would not strike without reason, as it would severely damage their own image.

Sylvie understood. “The demigods want to turn him into a villain?”

Tyson grew fond of his clever disciple.

“He has several other identities that complicate matters. We cannot act rashly. However, after some time, he will leave the Night Elf Palace. The demigods will create an opportunity for you to expose his true nature to the world.”

Sylvie thought to herself, that’s not his true nature at all. This is clearly a plot to frame the young master, then kill him openly and without shame.

“I swear to complete this mission!”

She accepted the duty without reluctance.

“Good. Then go prepare.” Tyson nodded satisfactorily. After Sylvie left, his eyes grew cold.

“If that guy dares eat the little birds I raise, I’ll ruin his reputation!”

Sylvie stepped out and transformed back into her original form. The young elf, noticing her sour expression, guessed the reason. “Sylvie, another mission?”

“Yes.” Sylvie nodded. “I might be gone for a while.”

“That’s great!” The youth looked at her enviously. He longed to go out and explore—the life here was too boring, mostly filled with constant training.

“By the way, Allen, do you know Mark?”

Sylvie suddenly asked. Since returning, she had been searching for that person. He had left a deep psychological scar on her, and she was determined to find him.

“No.” The young elf shook his head. The surrounding primordial elves gathered curiously.

“Mark? Who’s that?”
“Is he powerful?”

Their faces were filled with curiosity.

Sylvie gritted her teeth. “He’s a great Druid from our tribe. His deeds were written into a book, which is a bestseller worldwide.”

“Such a famous Druid in our tribe?”
“Amazing!”
“Who exactly is he?”

The primordial elves grew excited, their innocent eyes filled with wonder. Sylvie, however, felt a pang of guilt, unwilling to mislead them.

“Those books aren’t very good. Just pretend I never said anything!”

She said this, but the Druids’ curiosity only grew.

“But you said it was a bestseller?”

“I must have been mistaken!”

Sylvie waved them off and walked away.

The Druids watched her retreating figure, thinking Sylvie was not very loyal. She knew so many interesting things from the outside world but refused to share them.

Since she mentioned Mark, he must be a very powerful great Druid.

“Let’s find those books and take a look!”
“Sylvie underestimates us. If we want to find them, we definitely can!”

The Druids began planning how to retrieve Mark’s stories from the outside world.