Chapter 1063: 1045 Holy White Conference

Chapter 1063 1045. Holy White Conference

Mrs. Galadriel, before he came to this world, Lann was entrusted by the Lady of the Lake with the task of ‘greeting this old friend’.

But it had been more than a month and almost two months in this vast world full of dangers and strangeness, before Lan En officially met the person he was looking for.

But to be honest, Lan En felt in his heart that just seeing the elf queen in front of him seemed to make all the trouble and danger he had endured worth it.

Mrs. Galadriel in front of me, her holiness and nobility seem to be natural, and are no less than the sun and moon in the sky.

“I heard that you have been looking for me, Adanisil.”

Galadriel walked slowly from under the stone arch facing the cliff and said with a smile on his face.

It seemed that he had deliberately suppressed his own extraordinaryness. When Galadriel spoke at this time, his voice was no longer as ethereal and distant as when he first met him, it was just plain pleasant.

Her extremely eye-catching and beautiful long hair no longer gave off the shocking golden and silver shimmer.

She walked up to Lan En and looked up at the young demon hunter's face under the moonlight. Her expression showed joy and appreciation after seeing beautiful things.

“Ah, you really fit this title.”

Lan En felt a little nervous, which was rare. He took a deep breath.

“I have been asked to bring you greetings, Lady Galadriel. She is an old friend of yours.”

As he spoke, the young witcher took out the sheath of Arondette from the left side of his waist and held it in front of him.

“Please take a look.”

The Elf Queen was startled. This was the first time she had an unexpected expression since she appeared in front of Lan En.

This slightly reduced her natural divine temperament in Lan En's eyes, but made her more approachable.

She raised her fingers slightly, but did not pull out the Sword of the Lake Lady. Instead, she lightly tapped the hilt of the sword with her fingertips. A look of surprise and a smile immersed in beautiful memories appeared on her face.

“That’s it, I know.”

She retracted her palm and raised her eyes to look at the young witcher.

“We are indeed old friends. We can talk about it later.”

 Lann could see that Galadriel was happy to hear the news about the Lady of the Lake, but this meeting was to discuss business, so the private reminiscing could be postponed for a while.

The Elf Queen is a person who has a great perspective on the overall situation.

“Long time no see, Mithrandir.”

Turning his head, Galadriel spoke a string of beautiful words like poetry to Gandalf.

 This is the Elvish language. During the two weeks in Rivendell, Lan En has roughly mastered this ancient and elegant language through Mentos's recording ability and his own learning ability.

So he can understand.

“It’s a great honor, ma’am.”

Gandalf bowed humbly and sincerely, and smiled like an old friend.

"It's a pity that I don't have time, otherwise I would of course go to Lothlorien Forest to catch up with you."

Gandalf looked back at Elrond again: "I didn't expect that Lord Elrond would actually invite you here."

But the sound coming from the other end of the open-air mountaintop platform made Gandalf's relaxed expression suddenly darken and become tense after seeing his old friend.

“He didn’t invite.”

It was a smooth, calm old male voice. An old man with a hooked nose wearing a white robe, with long pale hair on his head, and holding an iron staff walked up from there.

“I invited you.”

Galadriel's voice was calm and unhurried.

She did not respond to the rejection implicit in Saruman's words.

“It is a good thing, Saruman.”

“As I bear witness, he is a good and wonderful life.”

This is equivalent to a unanimous vote.

Saruman's face remained unmoved, as if he didn't care about being contradicted.

“That’s it, let’s start the discussion.”

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After a group of people finished negotiating, Saruman and Gandalf sat opposite each other on the only stone table on the platform, obviously looking like they were being questioned.

The other three people stood nearby without fixed seats.

The dwarves took down the elven furniture and lit a barbecue party, which lasted until late into the night.

When the small meeting was held, the sky was already dark. After sitting down now, the warm and genial sunshine of dawn mixed with the moonlight that had not completely faded and shone down.

But everyone present is not an ordinary person, and a whole night of sleeplessness will not affect anything at all.

This meeting started because of the dwarves' restoration expedition, so as the person in charge of raising the entire team, it was natural for Gandalf to accept the question.

“Tell me, Gandalf.”

As the questioner, Saruman sat calmly and spoke calmly.

“Do you really think that no one knows about your plans and actions? No one sees through them?”

Gandalf put his elbows on the stone table and carefully considered his words.

“I won’t be so self-righteous and think that no one can see through my plan. At least the orcs have already bitten my team. But I must emphasize at the same time: everything I do is necessary.”

“Is that really necessary, Gandalf?”

Standing on the edge of the platform, Galadriel said softly, looking at the mixture of dawn and moonlight.

"I know that you are always worried about the evil dragon in Gushan. Will this disturb your judgment?"

Gandalf nodded without hesitation.

“Grudge, yes. Smaug is the common enemy of all good and beautiful beings. He is the descendant of an evil race created by the ancient shadow.”

"The reputation of dragons has been passed down through the ages. Morgoth's first trial work, the flightless but evil-minded Glaurung. Later, the pinnacle of evil creativity, the dragon that can cover mountains with its wings, Ankara Gang ”

"Of course, the ancient shadow has been exiled into the void by the Western powers after the war of the First Era, but his creations are full of poison, just like Smaug."

"Although it will not really take orders from anyone except the creator of its race, we must still be careful about it joining our enemies as a collaborator."

“The harm that will bring will be incalculable!”

Both Lann and Elrond were listening quietly. They stood very close to each other. Lann leaned against the exquisite marble pillars of the elves with his arms folded.

Even in the records of the elves, there are only a few fragments of these stories from ancient times.

Everyone present, except Lan En, seemed to have experienced it personally, showing extraordinary familiarity.

 Among them, Elrond, who was closest to Lann, had a flash of memory in his eyes when he mentioned [Ankaragon], an outrageous evil dragon that could cover the mountains by just spreading its wings.

And subconsciously looked at the sky.

Elrond and Galadriel, the two elves, were pacing in thought during this questioning.

Lan En always stood in a position where he could see the entire scene, watching the questioning proceed.