Academic gathering with a lich-Chapter 794 - 735: Production and Combat

Her Majesty Tiffany, who received praise, was in a good mood but did not ease her pursuit of the negligent Druids. She did not become so overjoyed with praise as to forget herself; in this regard, she was much more excellent at the queenly duties than her mother, which is a cause for celebration. It seems that the mascot attribute genetic segment did not get passed down to her.

"Priestess Essena, the recent reports by the Moonwatchers mention that there are extraneous substances mixed with the moonlight, which concerns me as it might affect the Dream Elves’ lives. After all, the purity of moonlight directly influences the ripening of the crops..." The Elves’ original worship is their belief in the moon, and the early forest inhabitants preferred the moon over the glaring sun. The rise of the Druidic academia has propelled the belief in nature, but this does not conflict with the worship of the moon. Under Susanna’s education, Tiffany herself is not fanatic about the beliefs themselves, the valuable beliefs are more like tools to improve people’s livelihood for a queen, especially since her mother, Lady Irasongen, is a three-faith servant of the moon, nature, and dragons.

Essena stood up next to General Charles, her hands placed together in front of her chest, standing calmly; her robe glimmered in the eyes of others, adorned with stars. Essena looked at the Elf Queen with gentle eyes, her elegant and noble temperament not even inferior to the Queen’s. Faith fills the inner self, especially for a High Priest who faces the moonlight. All embodiments of religious faith seem noble and will be sought after if they are not inferior to talent.

"Those changes are harmless, Your Grace Tiffany." Priestess Essena raised her palm, and a globe of light, like a full moon, appeared in the center of the council chamber, "My modest experience can hardly be called Holy Light, this power similar to moonlight is thicker and more intense than our original beliefs. I tried to adjust the moonlight for one night experimentally, and the results showed that the Holy Light does not inhibit the accelerated maturing of plants. This foreign energy makes the vitality livelier and can even avoid pests."

Tiffany had already received a report about Priestess of the Moon’s experiment and nodded in understanding, "I know, insects that chew on leaves will self-combust within minutes, which indeed protects our crops. But I want to know if consuming these crops will burn through our stomachs or harm the well-being of my people. If they can’t be consumed, the crops will lose their value."

The effects of the experimental crops surprised Essena herself and perhaps due to the influence of the age of Holy Light, these plants can be said to be even more fitting as this era’s masters than the Elves. "Not at all, the Dream Elves can eat and digest these crops very well. Our bodies can absorb traces of the power of Holy Light, the only change being that consuming crops tainted with Holy Light will enhance our energy. This may be the only side effect, too much energy might shorten our sleep time..."

Understanding the details, Tiffany acknowledged that Essena’s work was not neglected and offered some encouraging words, and the Priestess of the Moon sat back down.

General Charles, who sat down next to her, cocked his head and whispered with a raised palm beside Essena, "Is this why you stood us up last week? Couldn’t sleep?"

The incarnation of the moon, drawn into mundane affairs, had her cold expression completely erased when responding to her playmates.

"Almost, my spirit was too focused on data recording, so I missed the time. I initially felt somewhat apologetic to you, but after you climbed trees and broke into my room in the middle of the night, that guilt disappeared."

Charles, completely lacking self-awareness about intruding on the personal space of an adult Female Elf, said, "That night we went to fight with the Assassin Squad, we needed you, it wasn’t the same without you!" The reality was they had recruited a Wild Priest who couldn’t handle the pressure and, after being killed several times by Kylo Servblade, had a meltdown and refused to come again; only Essena could endure such intensive pressure.

The next few Druids were not so lucky; they had indeed been negligent in their work and were punished with restricted gaming time by the Queen’s questioning. The related punishment schemes were also executed. The regulations about the dream game system gradually became clear, and Tiffany implemented only minor restrictions in the face of objections from the Druids, who looked as if they had lost their loved ones.

"Next! Oh, Doludo Moonscar, how has your sister Falanel been lately?" Mr. Berserker’s wife’s family belongs to the Queen’s faction and also shares some blood relations with Tiffany. However, the Witherer faction led by her brother Heinz has caused some awkwardness for the entire family within the Queen’s faction.

Doludo standing up caused a small commotion, Tree Monsters observed the large Elf with admiration, and there were even speculations whether he was a hybrid.

"Thank you for your concern, Falanel is doing well, often making small jokes with me."

"She enjoys playing pranks; that hasn’t changed at all," Tiffany shifted the conversation from pleasantries to another aspect, "However, your transformation is truly striking, our most popular instructor Doludo. The changes wrought by the Dreaming Game are visibly evident."

From educator to combatant, the physical changes brought by the Berserker are too conspicuous. In fact, Doludo has noticed his students becoming increasingly respectful towards him, and they were thoroughly astonished when they saw him break stones with his bare hands during a demonstration.

Doludo doesn’t think it’s a big deal; the Berserker hasn’t affected his intelligence, and he can still think quickly, it’s just that now, in many situations, there is no need to think.

"In fact, there is nothing wrong with your teaching, what really surprised me was the recent result of the Druid practice session."

Tinif picked up the report, his expression now weirdly amused, as he recounted the contents with an incredulous tone.

"In the Druid combat drills, your students performed excellently, managing to resolve battles in under a minute; the most frequently used spell was... Harden, throwing the Hardened Staff to knock out the opponent."

One could imagine, while other apprentices were still busy summoning the energy of nature to form energy spheres or controlling plants, a flying Hardened Staff accurately hitting the forehead or bridge of the nose, disrupting spellcasting with pain, followed by the pouncing apprentices swinging their staves thwack thwack thwack.

Tiffany gradually fell silent, all the Druids plunged into a hush – could this be the most brilliant upcoming generation of Druids? The Dream Elf was at a loss for words.

Doludo had his response ready, his expression calm as he highlighted the key point of Druid practice, "The purpose of practice is victory. By simulating complex situations in mock battles, we train the apprentices’ combat skills and adaptability. The drills are not about practicing spells, nor about who can create the prettiest, most dazzling fireworks."

"I recall that group of students are all novice Druids; they haven’t yet learned fast incantations like Voice of Nature, and the Nature Spells they have mastered are just a few simple auxiliary ones. They merely chose the most efficient method to defeat their foes, and I don’t think there’s anything to criticize there."

Tiffany muttered softly, "But that’s just too crude."

Doludo said nothing, humbly keeping his eyes lowered, his large stature exuding an innate sense of pride.

It is those who stand who are graceful.