Chapter 573 I'll Go With You

However, before the word could come out of her mouth, the Soul-Devouring Vine had already wrapped around the Elven Queen's neck.

Her cries stopped.

The tip of the vines dug into her neck.

The Elven Queen thought he was going to kill her. She struggled desperately.

Unexpectedly, the Soul-Devouring Vine did not suck her blood. Instead, he injected some blood into her body.

It was the blood of the Soul-Devouring Vine.

The Soul-Devouring Vine came from the abyss. Not only was his blood extremely poisonous, but it also contained a powerful evil aura.

After this blood was injected into the Elven Queen's body, it quickly merged with her bloodline and surged throughout her limbs.

Her skin glowed with a faint grayish-black aura, and the temperature of her blood quickly decreased.

It looked like she was poisoned.

Xing Chen retracted his vines. He watched as the Elven Queen staggered and fell into the flowers.

Her vision gradually blurred.

The black-robed man standing in front of her turned into a black fog and disappeared.

When she woke up the next morning, Huanhuan felt much more comfortable.

Murphy brought back a large bundle of papers. "I bought these from the elves. Are they enough? If not, I'll buy more."

These papers should weigh about 50 kilograms.

But Huanhuan still felt that they were too little.

Paper was a consumable. It was better to hoard more.

Huanhuan wanted to buy more paper.

Murphy agreed readily. "Put these papers away first. I'll buy them now."

Huanhuan put the papers into her space. "I'll go with you."

Murphy disagreed. "You're still sick. You need to rest."

"I'm fine now. I want to go out and walk around for some air."

Seeing that her expression had indeed improved a lot, Murphy pondered for a moment and finally agreed to her request.

The two of them went out to buy paper.

There was a workshop specializing in producing paper among the elves. There was only one elf working in the entire workshop.

This elf was very strange. He had many pitted scars on his body and was extremely ugly. He also had a chain on his feet that was broken at the other end. He didn't seem to think of taking it off and just let it drag behind him. Every time he moved, the chain would clink.

The elves were afraid of him and did not dare to approach him. Every time they heard the sound of the chain, everyone would automatically move aside and try not to meet him.

Murphy was the only person in the entire elves who was not afraid of him.

After Murphy's introduction, Huanhuan learned that this strange elf was called Cyril.

Cyril was very strong. When Huanhuan saw him, he was carrying two very large barrels over his shoulder. They were filled with water.

He lowered the barrels to the ground, and his muddy gaze lingered on Huanhuan. "You're the fiancée Murphy brought back?" he asked hoarsely.

Huanhuan replied, "Hello, Mr. Cyril."

She was wearing a veiled hat, so her entire face could not be seen.

Cyril was very tall, about two meters tall. He looked down at the girl in front of him. "You look like a good girl, but you're a little short. You have to drink more cow's milk in the future to help you grow taller."

"…Thank you. I'll consider your suggestion."

Murphy explained his intentions, saying that he needed to buy a lot of paper.

Cyril said, "Didn't you buy a large batch of paper this morning? Why do you want to buy more?"

"Huanhuan wants to buy paper. She wants to buy more and bring them back to use."

Cyril was surprised. "She's leaving?"

"Yes, Huanhuan and I will leave soon. It should be difficult for us to return in the future. Perhaps we won't have the chance to see each other again."

Although Cyril rarely went out, he knew most of what was happening in the elves. He understood that the elves were repulsed by Huanhuan. If she was forced to stay here and live, it would worsen the conflict between her and the elves.

He sighed. "It's good for you to leave. The world out there is huge. It's perfect for you young people to make your way around."

Cyril asked Huanhuan how much paper she needed.

"At least 500 kilograms."

Cyril did not understand what 'kilograms' meant.

Huanhuan gestured with her hand. "I want 10 times more of the paper Murphy brought back for me today."

Cyril took out all the papers in the workshop and sold them to Huanhuan, but it was just half of 500 kilograms.

Cyril said, "You're asking for too much. I definitely won't be able to meet your request today. It'll probably take another two days."

Murphy looked at Huanhuan, waiting for her answer.

Huanhuan thought for a moment. "Alright, we'll stay for another two days. We'll leave after Mr. Cyril is done making the paper."

It was just two more days. It shouldn't be a problem.

Cyril agreed. "Then we have a deal."

He suggested to Murphy, "You can take your fiancée around in the next two days. The elves might not be good, but the scenery of Elven God Mountain is really good. In the future, when you leave, you won't be able to see it even if you want to."

"Yes, I understand."

Murphy and Huanhuan left the workshop.

As Huanhuan walked, she asked, "Mr. Cyril is working alone. Can he make that much paper in two days?"

"Don't worry, Uncle Cyril is very strong and efficient in his business. He's been supporting the entire paper workshop alone for so many years. There's never been a problem."

Huanhuan couldn't help but ask, "Why is he the only elf in the paper workshop? Does he have no family?"

Murphy shook her head. "I've never seen him with a family since I met him, nor have I heard him mention anything from the past."

"He sounds quite mysterious."

Murphy said, "You seem quite interested in him."

"I'm just curious. I'm bored anyway, so I'm just chatting."

Recalling Cyril's suggestion just now, Murphy's heart skipped a beat. "Remember when I wanted to take you somewhere before?"

"I remember, but we didn't get to go that time, right?"

"Yes." Murphy took her hand. "I'm free now. I'll take you to that place."

Unexpectedly, the two of them had only taken a few steps when they were stopped by a few elf guards.

The guard said to Murphy, "Her Majesty is sick. Please go over and take a look."

Hearing this, Murphy and Huanhuan were both very surprised.

Especially Murphy. The Elven Queen's credibility in his heart had fallen below the bottom line. Hearing what the guard said, Murphy instinctively had doubts. "When I saw her last night, she was fine. Why did she suddenly fall sick?"

The elf guards said they didn't know.

Although he had doubts, Murphy finally followed the guards to the palace to visit the Elven Queen.

She was his biological mother, after all. He couldn't leave her to die.

As for his and Huanhuan's plan to go out and play, it was put on hold again.