Chapter 419
A golden-haired elf walked through the streets of Florence, a faint, almost imperceptible smile gracing his face, much like a traveler enjoying his journey.
His gaze swept across the newly restored structures, their towering beauty accentuated by the vibrant flowers and vines which surrounded them.
“Truly perfect restorations.”
The golden-haired elf murmured with a hint of admiration.
His eyes shifted again, landing upon the elves bustling about within the vicinity in their traditional elven attire.
Their faces brimming with life and joy.
Seeing the elves around him, a trace of wistfulness flashed through the eyes of the blond elf.
As the traveler silently observed the crowd around him, he then noticed a group of elves, hurrying along whilst donning various ornate armors and robes.
Compared to the former group whose demeanor were more conservative and subdued, these peculiar group of well-equipped elves seemed more lively and uninhibited.