"I'll deliver it to your doorstep once I'm done, and if you pay a bit more, that's the best compliment you can give me." The elf stood up, her bare feet like white jade floating in mid-air as she touched some scattered starlight and floated to the door to open it for her.

  Cynthia came out of the cubicle and asked her the last question, "Don't you go back often?"

  "I have been settled here for 100 years."

  Cynthia smiled and bid him farewell, Anthony opened the car door for her. "Looks like you two had a great conversation."

  "Yes, the atmosphere is pleasant, she is a good seamstress."

  The sun was setting, and the tomato-red afterglow dyed half of the sky. Their carriage was constantly being yielded to along the way, and they soon returned to the foot of Matchless Mountain.

  The wheels rolled over the cobblestones, and Cynthia sat in the carriage, jolting along.

  She leaned against the car window, gazing out at the lush green forest outside, and suddenly wanted to see its appearance when it was drizzling with misty clouds, remembering that it was as beautiful as a fairyland.

  Those waist-high ferns attached to the cobblestone road on both sides, the grass seemed to be blown by something, and it moved in the opposite direction of the wind.

  Cynthia gazed curiously until a particularly large pair of antlers poked out first, which made her eyes widen in surprise instantly.

  It is a rare silver deer horn, under the sunset as if there are countless tiny diamonds inlaid on it scattering out points of light.

  Right after that, a wild deer with a pure white body without any impurities appeared, it kept following the horse-drawn carriage and jumping in the forest, its posture was very elegant.

  Cynthia was almost drawn in by its beautiful antlers and fur, her mouth involuntarily shouting at Anthony who was driving outside: "Stop the car."

  The carriage stopped halfway up the mountain, and Anthony looked back in confusion, "What's wrong?"

  He doesn't seem to have noticed anything out of place in the forest.

  Cynthia came to herself, pursed her lips, opened the car door, lifted her skirt and jumped out, lightly coughing and saying: "I want to take a stroll here, anyway the castle is not far away, I'll walk back later."

  Anthony eyed her warily, then glanced at the forest beside them, where shafts of light were split by spruce and maple leaves. The view was indeed nice.

  "You'd better come back early then."

  Soon there was no one left on the cobblestone road but Cynthia.

  The white deer that had sunk into the pile of ferns reappeared, its long hooves striding through the grass to come before her.

  Cynthia could be certain that it was intentional to lure her off the bus.

  The deer raised its head to a height almost up to her neck, with a body covered in white short fur wrapping around strong muscles.

  Cynthia tentatively reached out her hand to touch its cheek, seeing that it was gentle and did not resist, she raised her hand again to touch its antlers, whispering softly, "What are you going to do?"

  The white deer seemed to understand her words, turned around and walked a few steps towards the forest, then turned its head and stared at her with one side of its black eyes.

  Is this where she's going?

  In the domain of Caius, Cynthia was not afraid at all. She was piqued with curiosity and lifted her skirt to follow this absolutely beautiful white deer into the forest.

  The orange glow gradually faded, and the road inside was not easy to walk on.

  The muddy soil stuck to her soles, and her long skirt was also scratched by the branches.

  It seemed to be annoyed that she was walking too slowly, and this deer finally lay down in front of her feet.

  "You want me to carry you?" Cynthia asked uncertainly.

  He just turned his head and stared at her.

  "Okay." Cynthia bit her lip and carefully sat on its back, hugging its neck with both hands, "Let's go."

  The white deer stood up steadily and started jumping lightly in the thicket, with a speed that was beyond imagination.

  Cynthia sat on it and didn't feel a bit of bumpiness, she was even more shocked to look at its feet.

  The running deer's hooves were completely off the ground, about half a meter away, just like the elves in the tailor's shop, with tiny sparks of light flashing under their feet.

  Wait... spirit?

  Cynthia's eyes suddenly widened, it wouldn't be a fairy's pet, would it?

  How did this end up on Mount Pitts? Got lost?

  Before she could make sense of what was happening, the wind rushing past her ears came to a stop, and the lightly leaping deer halted at the edge of a pool deep in the forest.

  A number of fireflies gather here, making the dark forest seem like a fairyland at night.

  Soft green light illuminates a small area here, and from time to time, some ripples appear on the water's surface as fish blow bubbles.

  Cynthia got down from the deer and soon found a person lying by the water pond.

  He had a head of silver hair that cascaded down his sides like a waterfall, some of which floated in the water, swaying with the waves.

  Dead?

  She watched as White Deer walked over and nudged the person's arm with her head, finding it somewhat strange.

  Cynthia looked around and finally decided to go forward and take a look.

  It's estimated that it brought her here for the purpose of saving people.

  But wouldn't it be better if Anthony mentioned this directly? She doesn't have any divine skills after all.

  Some fireflies lit the way ahead for her, Cynthia walked to the edge of the pond and squatted down beside this man who didn't know whether he was dead or alive, and after seeing his appearance clearly, she was shocked.

  If Kyrios is a combination of violence and aesthetics, then this one is more like an embracing peaceful beautiful angel.

  Cynthia's visual impact was very strong with frosty eyelashes and a face that seemed to have walked out of a mural.

  She reached out and touched his somewhat dirty silver robe with golden thread embroidery, which was covered with many leaves.

  One hand brushed off the leaves on his body, Cynthia looked at Bailu with a helpless expression, "You shouldn't have come to me for this, I don't have any divine techniques."

  She gently butted against the man's arm with her horns and let out a mournful "moooo".

  "Why don't you carry him and follow me back to the castle? If Caius is willing, he can definitely save your master." Cynthia persuaded.

  It seemed that the name Karius had struck a nerve in the man on the ground, Austin's tightly closed eyelids began to tremble, and his lashes quivered as he slowly opened his eyes.

  He didn't make a sound, quietly staring at the blonde girl who was squatting in front of him and communicating with the deer.

  Cynthia's mind was all on the white deer now, she reached out to stroke its neck and continued to persuade, "Even if it's dead, you can't let it rot outside as fertilizer, right?"

  Austin could no longer hold back, his low laughter sounding as melodious as the gentle trickle of a stream.

  The person lying on the ground spoke up, with their thin pale pink lips opening and closing.

  "What you brought back is a human being, not an elf."

  Cynthia's body stiffened, her head mechanically drooping, and collided with a pair of narrow, pale gray eyes.

  Light gray...

  It's hard to imagine how this pair of eyes that are as blind as a bat can be so incredibly bright.