Rebirth : The Alchemist's Path

The Bork Empire lies in the west of the Eslar Continent. Based on proximity, Sylvus decided to first head north and visit the Elven race.

On his journey, Sylvus wasn't in any rush. He flew leisurely toward the Elven lands, stopping occasionally to see interesting sights and enjoy the scenery.

After three full days, Sylvus finally reached the far north, arriving at a small town called Elven Town. Despite its name, there were no Elves in the town; it was populated entirely by humans.

Sylvus asked around and discovered that the humans of this town had once been saved by the Elves and had since settled there.

He found a large inn and strode inside confidently.

"Waiter, bring me your best food and drink," Sylvus said, tossing a magic crystal onto the counter.

The innkeeper's assistant, seeing Sylvus' generosity, quickly moved to serve him with enthusiasm. A single magic crystal was worth about a hundred gold coins. In this kind of inn, two gold coins were more than enough for a filling meal.

Naturally, Sylvus was considered a distinguished guest. After all, he didn't carry any gold coins with him; the cheapest thing he had was magic crystals.

While Sylvus sat down, the inn's patrons started talking among themselves.

"Did you hear? They say someone amazing appeared in the Bork Empire. His power is so great that even the Queen of the Elves fell under his control."

"I heard that too! Apparently, he's the owner of a small shop in Holy City, someone who has hidden his strength all this time. During the Emperor's birthday in the Bork Empire, he captured a God of Law level undead as a gift."

"That's impossible! I thought there were no more God of Law level beings left in Eslar. How could someone at that level suddenly appear?"

"Well, no one knows for sure, but everyone across the continent now knows that we humans have such a powerful figure. He's probably the strongest in all of Eslar."

Sylvus listened to their conversation, unsurprised.

For the past few days, whenever he stayed at an inn, people would talk about him. Some rumors even claimed that the Queen of the Elves was in love with him and that he had rejected her advances.

According to the rumors, the Queen had fallen into deep sorrow, weeping every day and losing her appetite.

The stories about him had grown increasingly exaggerated. Even Sylvus himself didn't know he was supposed to be this incredible.

The waiter interrupted his thoughts, bringing him food and drink with a respectful expression.

"Sir, here's your meal. If you need anything else, just let me know."

"Actually, there is something I'd like to ask. Do you know how I can find the Elven race?" Sylvus asked.

The waiter smiled slightly, as if this question was not unexpected.

"Every person who comes to Elven Town wants to find the Elven race, but not everyone is successful."

"Oh? What do you mean?" Sylvus asked, curious.

"The Elves don't like interacting with outsiders. It's almost impossible to enter their territory. However, there's one opportunity to meet some of the Elves. Whether or not you can enter depends on yourself."

"What opportunity? Tell me," Sylvus said.

"Every five days, the Elves send a group to Elven Town. They come to heal some of the human townsfolk and also to purchase supplies. This is the only chance to interact with the Elves."

The waiter smiled as he explained.

Sylvus frowned slightly. He had hoped to enjoy the journey and relax, taking in the sights along the way. He didn't expect that entering the Elven lands would be so troublesome.

If he had known, he would have asked Boone to notify Elina to come and pick him up.

"When do the Elves come to town?" Sylvus asked.

"You're in luck, sir. Tomorrow is the day the Elves are due to visit the town," the waiter replied.

Sylvus nodded. Since the Elves were coming tomorrow, he wouldn't need to trouble Elina just yet.

And if he couldn't get in tomorrow, he could simply use a grand summoning spell to call Elina. He still remembered her energy signature.

After finishing his meal, Sylvus wandered around the town for a while. It had been a long time since he had enjoyed such a peaceful life.

In Holy City, he was always busy with his shop and rarely had time to go out.

That night, he rested in the inn. The next morning, he woke up to the sounds of the bustling town.

When he stepped outside, he saw over twenty Elves attending to some sick humans.

With their magic, many of the seriously ill humans were instantly healed, expressing their deep gratitude to the Elves.

After more than half an hour, the Elven group took a break, and Sylvus walked over to them.

"Is there something you need?" one of the Elven women asked as she looked Sylvus over. He didn't seem to be ill.

"I wanted to ask how I could enter your Elven lands," Sylvus said with a smile.

Hearing this, the group of Elves resting nearby turned their attention to him, some of them showing signs of caution.

"Who are you? And why do you want to enter our lands?" asked an Elven man, who appeared to be the leader of the group. He was the strongest among them, having reached the level of a five-star Mage King.

"Your Queen invited me to come," Sylvus replied. He wasn't lying—Elina had indeed invited him.

"What did you say? Our Queen invited you? Do you really think we would believe that?" the man scoffed as he looked Sylvus up and down.

Their Queen was an extraordinary being. Why would she invite a human man?

And if it were true, wouldn't she have told him how to enter the Elven lands?

To the man, Sylvus seemed like another person trying to enter their territory for selfish reasons.

"Another one of those people after the beauty of the Elven women. I've seen many like him in this town," the man muttered.

"He didn't even come up with a good excuse. Claiming the Queen invited him? Look at him—does he really think he's worthy of such an invitation?"

The commotion drew the attention of the townspeople, who began pointing at Sylvus and whispering among themselves.

After all, no one here knew just how powerful Sylvus really was.

"I'm telling you, your Queen did invite me," Sylvus said, feeling a bit exasperated. He was just telling the truth, but they didn't believe him.

"Hmph, you claim our Queen invited you? Where's your proof?" the Elven man sneered.

"Proof?"

Sylvus paused for a moment, then flipped his hand to reveal a blue gemstone necklace.

"Does this count as proof?"

It was Elina's ancestral stone, which should be enough as evidence.