IBO -Chapter 105 Shocking! Tour Guide Attacks Tourists!

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The Festival of the Elven Song is Karendiel’s traditional celebration. On that day, elves gather around the largest elven lake in Karendiel to sing and dance.

From elves only a few hundred years old to those several thousand years old, all participate in the festivities.

Every year, the Elf King personally conducts the opening ceremony, and she also selects one lucky elf from among the crowd.

That lucky elf is granted a chance to make a wish to the Elf King.

As long as the wish is not excessively outrageous, it will almost always be fulfilled.

For example, wishing for wealth or fame, wishing to become one of the Elf King’s guards, or wishing to become her student.

Every Elf King has possessed extraordinary magical talent. In the past, several lucky elves who wished to become the Elf King’s students were indeed accepted as disciples.

However, some wishes are simply unacceptable.

For instance, there was once a male elf who wished to become the next heir to the throne.

His actions constituted treason against Karendiel. According to Karendiel’s laws, any elf present had the right to execute him on the spot.

That ignorant and arrogant male elf was immediately slain by the Grand Knight Commander.

No elf felt any pity for his death—they all believed he got exactly what he deserved.

In Karendiel, the monarch’s authority stands above everything.

Karendiel has always been governed under a monarchic system, but the throne is not inherited by bloodline.

Any elf with sufficient ability may compete for the throne. Every Elf King of Karendiel has personally fought their way to the top among countless competitors.

Only the strongest elf may ascend the throne.

That male elf had merely tried to take shortcuts. If he truly believed in his own strength, why didn’t he compete openly?

Too cowardly to compete, yet coveting the throne—trying to exploit the wish system instead. How despicable!

This incident occurred during the reign of the current Elf King—Her Majesty Wang Hu.

The male elf’s death did not dampen the atmosphere of the Festival of the Elven Song. On the contrary, the elves grew even more excited.

The Grand Knight Commander is Her Majesty’s trusted confidant, and his actions represent the will of the King.

The moment that male elf made his wish, the Grand Knight Commander executed him on the spot.

This meant only one thing—this was Her Majesty’s will.

Her Majesty would not even spare such a despicable elf a second glance. She is the King of Karendiel, and she would never display emotion for such a trivial wretch.

In her eyes, that kind of elf was nothing more than an ant.

A king does not become angry over ants, nor does she need to personally punish such despicable creatures.

She is the King. With a single look, her subordinates will eradicate those contemptible ants for her.

The onlooking elves were utterly awed by Her Majesty’s decisiveness.

Only such a resolute elf was worthy of being Karendiel’s King!

The male elf’s corpse was thrown into the elven lake by the Grand Knight Commander, eventually becoming nourishment for it.

Golden blood unique to elves spilled across the ground, yet instead of fear, it fueled the elves’ excitement.

They cheered and celebrated, every elf’s face alight with fanatic joy.

Their gazes toward the Elf King were filled with worship and submission as they surrounded her, chanting her name:

“Her Majesty Wang Hu! Her Majesty Wang Hu! Her Majesty Wang Hu!”

“Her Majesty Wang Hu is the best! Ahhh! Your Majesty, I love you!”

“Your Majesty Wang Hu! Ignore those despicable opportunists! You are the greatest—your words and actions are my guiding light!”

“Ahhh! Your Majesty, look at me! One day I will defeat all competitors and become your successor!”

“Your Majesty! Me too! I won’t be like that despicable male elf who relied on tricks—I’ll become your successor through my own strength!”

After this incident, the Elf King selected another lucky elf.

That lucky elf was Su’er.

When Su’er spoke of this, her expression was filled with nostalgia. “At that time, I was just over two hundred years old—and I was fortunate enough to be chosen by Her Majesty.”

“I’ll never forget that night. The dark sky was studded with countless stars. Karen flowers around us glowed softly, and the golden brilliance of the elven lake echoed with their light.”

“But none of it compared to the brilliance in Her Majesty’s eyes!”

The current Elf King of Carendiel is named Wang Hu. It is said that she is the most powerful Elf King in the history of Carendiel.

There are countless speculations about Her Majesty Wang Hu’s origins. Some elves say she is the incarnation of the Tree of Elves.

Some say she has no mother or father and was born out of thin air—a true miracle.

Some say she comes from a mysterious elven family, but that family is so secretive that no elf has ever been able to find them.

The reason there are so many guesses about Wang Hu’s origins is simple: no elf knows where she came from, nor whether she has any relatives.

However, her wings and elven features prove that she carries elven blood.

When Wang Hu first appeared in Carendiel, she was just a lone elf, with no friends or relatives around her.

At that time, Carendiel was far from as prosperous as it is today. It was Her Majesty Wang Hu who, upon becoming Elf King, led Carendiel step by step to its current glory.

Many who don’t know her well might assume she is a strict ruler, but in reality, she is an extremely interesting monarch.

According to rumors, Wang Hu often barbecues in the royal palace’s back garden.

Sometimes she grills alone, and sometimes she invites the Grand Knight Captain to join her.

Her Majesty frequently strolls around Carendiel—sometimes buying snacks at small stalls, sometimes going to the Tree of Elves to make wishes.

Occasionally, she spends an entire night at the Lightsong Waterfall, doing nothing but gazing at the tranquil lake.

Some elves say she is contemplating Carendiel’s future; others say she just suffers from insomnia.

Her Majesty is very kind to her subjects. If she encounters a lost little elf, she personally escorts them home.

Some rumors claim she is tone-deaf, but Sur considers that absolute nonsense!

In Sur’s eyes, there is nothing Her Majesty cannot do. Anyone spreading such rumors must be trying to slander her!

Other rumors say that although Her Majesty is skilled in all forms of magic and martial arts, her favorite is the sword.

It is said that she often practices swordplay under the night sky, and her movements are said to be graceful and vigorous.

It is also said that the Grand Knight Captain secretly admires Her Majesty and even once confessed his feelings to her.

Sur says this rumor is not credible and warns not to take it to heart.

Her Majesty is exceptionally kind—not only to the local elves of Carendiel but also to aliens.

She once adopted cubs from interstellar societies, now properly called the Interstellar Empire.

At first, when Song Yiran heard these private rumors about the Elf King, he had already confirmed her identity in his heart.

The character of this Elf King closely resembled that of Sister Wang Hu. Coupled with the same name and appearance, there was no doubt—this was Sister Wang Hu!

When Sur mentioned that the Elf King had once adopted beast-form cubs, Song Yiran’s eyes lit up.

Xiao Zhong’er had said that the task of the Wang Hu agent was also to raise cubs!

It all connected. One or two coincidences might be chance, but so many details lining up could not be accidental!

Song Yiran immediately asked, “Excuse me, how can an alien visitor like me meet Her Majesty the Elf King?”

As soon as the words left his mouth, he felt he sounded like a spy attempting to assassinate the Elf King.

To prevent misunderstandings, he quickly added, “I have just listened to your account and am filled with deep admiration for Her Majesty the Elf King!”

“I feel she is an extraordinary monarch with a perfect personality. I am in awe of her!”

Song Yiran put on the expression of a little fanboy elf, “I just want to know if an alien visitor like me has a chance to see the great Elf King up close?”

“Hahaha! I also greatly admire Her Majesty the Elf King! I understand completely; it is perfectly normal to admire Her Majesty!”

Sur laughed brightly, her smile more dazzling than the blooming Caren flowers.

She only smiles like this when the topic concerns Her Majesty the Elf King.

Even when she received payment for Song Yiran’s luxurious seven-day tour package, she had never smiled so genuinely.

Sur said with a smile, “You’ve arrived at the perfect time—tomorrow is Carendiel’s Festival of Elf Songs.”

“Every year, the Festival of Elf Songs begins with a ceremony personally conducted by the Elf King!”

The Festival of Elf Songs is a traditional celebration in Carendiel. On that day, elves gather around Carendiel’s largest elven lake to sing and dance.

Elves from a few hundred years old to several thousand participate in the festivities.

Every year, the Elf King conducts the opening ceremony and selects one lucky elf from the crowd.

This chosen elf is granted the chance to make a wish to the Elf King.

As long as the wish is not too extravagant, it is usually granted—whether it be wealth, fame, becoming the Elf King’s guard, or even a student.

Every Elf King has exceptional magical skill. Several lucky elves have wished to become the Elf King’s student and were successfully accepted.

Excessively outrageous wishes are forbidden. For example, one male elf once wished to become the next heir to the throne.

His actions constituted treason under Carendiel law. Any elf could have executed him on the spot.

The reckless young elf was immediately slain by the Grand Knight Captain.

No elf mourned his death; they only thought he got what he deserved.

In Carendiel, the monarch’s authority surpasses all.

Carendiel has always been a monarchy, but the throne is not inherited by bloodline.

Any capable elf may run for the throne, and every Elf King has fought their way to the position among the other elves.

Only the strongest may ascend the throne.

This male elf was merely trying to take a shortcut. If he truly had confidence in his abilities, why not compete fairly?

He dared not compete yet coveted the throne, attempting to cheat through a wish—truly despicable!

This incident occurred during the reign of the current Elf King, Her Majesty Wang Hu.

Her death did not dampen the Festival of Elf Songs; instead, it made the elves more excited.

The Grand Knight Captain is Her Majesty’s trusted aide, and his actions represent her will.

When the male elf made his wish, the Grand Knight Captain immediately executed him.

This demonstrated that the act had Her Majesty’s approval.

She would not even glance at a petty, despicable elf. She is Carendiel’s queen and never shows emotion over such trivial scum.

In her eyes, such a male elf is nothing more than an ant.

A king does not get angry over ants; she does not need to handle them personally.

She is the queen. One look from her, and her trusted aides eliminate the despicable ant.

The surrounding spectators were impressed by Her Majesty’s decisiveness.

Only such a decisive elf is worthy to rule Carendiel!

The male elf’s body was thrown into the elven lake, becoming part of the lake’s nutrients.

The golden elven blood spilled everywhere, but it did not frighten the elves; it exhilarated them.

They cheered, celebrating with wild joy on their faces.

Their eyes toward the Elf King were filled with admiration and awe as they gathered around, chanting her name:

“Her Majesty Wang Hu! Her Majesty Wang Hu! Her Majesty Wang Hu!”

“Her Majesty Wang Hu is the best! Ahhh, Your Majesty, I love you!”

“Her Majesty Wang Hu! Ignore the petty opportunists! You are the greatest! Your actions are my inspiration!”

“Ahhh! Majesty, look at me! One day I will defeat all rivals and become your next successor!”

“Majesty! Majesty! And me too! I will not be like that despicable elf, scheming for shortcuts. I will become your successor by my own strength!”

After this little incident, the Elf King selected another lucky elf—this time, it was Sur.

Sur reminisced, “I was just over 200 years old then, and I was fortunate to be chosen by Her Majesty.”

“I will never forget that night. The pitch-black sky was dotted with countless stars, the surrounding Caren flowers glowed softly, and the lake shone golden, reflecting the Caren flowers’ light.”

“But even all that could not match Her Majesty’s dazzling gaze!”

“I will never forget Her Majesty’s resolute eyes. In her gaze, there is the authority of one in power, yet also a gentleness toward her people.”

“Forgive my poor choice of words—no language can truly capture the soul-stirring power of Her Majesty’s eyes.”

“Her gaze shines brighter than any star, full of determination and the weight of experience, yet there is also a tenderness that draws you in.”

Song Yiran understood: Sul was a little fangirl of the Elf Queen.

At this moment, Sul was gushing nonstop, lavishing every possible compliment on Wang Hu’s eyes.

Song Yiran thought: the conversation has definitely drifted off-topic. If I don’t intervene soon, Sul could go on forever.

“By the way, Sul, what wish did you make to the Elf Queen back then?” Song Yiran asked, steering the conversation back.

Sul fell into a nostalgic reverie. “Ah, I’ll never forget how wonderful that day was!”

“It was the luckiest day of my life as an elf! That day, I wished to dance with Her Majesty at the Festival of Elf Songs.”

“Her Majesty granted my wish—I’ll never forget that dance she led me through!”

Sul’s eyes shone with memories of that day and admiration for Wang Hu.

Song Yiran quietly observed, occasionally murmuring in agreement.

When Sul was young and naive, her wish was simply for Her Majesty to dance with her.

Now that she had grown, she felt a tiny bit of regret—her wish had been too simple.

If she had wished to become Her Majesty’s student, could their relationship have grown closer?

If Her Majesty had been her teacher, they would have had more time together, and their bond might have deepened!

But she only felt a faint regret. That dance with Her Majesty had nourished her for many years.

When she doubted her magical talent, when she repeatedly failed her finals, when she lost her first alien friend, when she struggled…

Elves live for a long time. Sul had lived for 1,500 years, and in all that time, she had faced many difficulties.

She had been a slow learner, repeating grades hundreds of years in magic school.

A simple basic spell that other elves mastered in a few tries took her hundreds of repetitions.

She had doubted her own abilities, questioning whether she truly lacked magical talent…

When she was young, she had a friend from another planet—but hundreds of years later, that friend had passed away.

Hundreds of years are short for elves, but for shorter-lived aliens, it could be their entire life.

When Sul was still cuddled in her mother’s arms, so was her friend.

When Sul entered magic school, her friend began school too.

When Sul repeated a grade for failing finals, her friend graduated.

When Sul repeated another grade, her friend started working.

When Sul repeated yet another grade, her friend became a workplace veteran.

When Sul repeated again, her friend retired.

When Sul repeated once more, her friend entered old age.

When Sul repeated yet again, she received news of her friend’s passing…

Is a long life a blessing or a curse?

A long life allows elves to do much in their lifetime, but it also means forming bonds with aliens is difficult.

Most aliens live short lives, rarely reaching even a few hundred years.

But Karendiel is a major tourist planet, welcoming tens of thousands of alien visitors every year.

When these aliens arrive, can young elves really resist befriending them?

In those difficult years, Sul often recalled that night dancing with Her Majesty.

Her Majesty’s hands were strong and steady, lifting her into the air as they twirled.

Her Majesty’s gaze shone brighter than the brightest star in the sky.

After the dance, Her Majesty ruffled her hair with those broad hands. “Little one, I have a feeling you will grow into an extraordinary elf.”

Sul looked up in awe. “Really?”

Then she hurriedly added, “Oh, Your Majesty, I don’t doubt you—I just…”

She just lacked confidence in herself.

Her Majesty didn’t mind her imperfect words, instead laughing. “Haha! Trust me, you will become an excellent elf!”

Years later, whenever Sul faced difficulties, she recalled that night.

She remembered being chosen by Her Majesty, dancing with her, and the hope Her Majesty held for her future.

Her Majesty said she would become an outstanding elf.

And she would. She had to become an outstanding elf, so as not to disappoint Her Majesty.

Then Sul launched into another long string of praises for Wang Hu.

Her longing, her fluent words, her elegant expressions left Song Yiran wide-eyed.

Incredible! This was absolute fangirl obsession—on par with Xiao Zhong’er’s worship of the God of History!

No, Sul’s devotion was even stronger than Xiao Zhong’er’s fervor.

Suddenly, Sul’s holocomputer beeped. After checking it, she said something to Song Yiran that made no sense.

“Sorry, guest. This transaction ends here. The travel package fee and my penalty have been transferred to your account.”

Song Yiran still didn’t understand what had happened, looking bewildered at Sul.

“Ah? What? You’re not continuing this transaction? Did something happen on your end?”

If something had happened, he could have waived the penalty.

Sul offered no explanation. She summoned countless vines from the ground, wrapping Song Yiran completely.

He was now entirely cut off from the outside world.