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SailinStep by step, as he approached, the moonlight revealed his mysterious and dangerous aura. He was a blood elf, with a tall and elegant figure, dressed in a black cloak that covered him from head to toe in dark fabric, revealing only a pair of bright and sharp eyes.
Ancient symbols were embroidered on the black cloak, and delicate fabric wrapped around his body, seemingly serving a mysterious purpose. Beneath the fabric, faint tattoos could be glimpsed, vividly recording adventures and stories on his skin. Each tattoo was a puzzle, an unknown story.
Sailin's face is handsome and delicate, with a high nose bridge, deep eyes, and a strand of short hair gently swaying in the breeze. His lips curve slightly upwards, revealing a confident and enigmatic smile. His posture is graceful and elegant, like a dancer in motion, but also exudes a dangerous aura, as if he could control the situation at any moment.
Sailin wears two curved swords at his waist, their blades shimmering with a cold light. This is not just for decoration, but a symbol. The curved swords have elegant lines and sharp edges, full of artistry, but each blade bears countless battle scars.
His twin swords seem to be his soulmate, tightly bound to his waist, symbolizing his identity as a swordsman. These two curved swords are not for decoration, but for survival and combat. They have witnessed countless battles of Sailin, guiding him through dangerous situations and protecting him from harm.
As Sailin moves, his swords sway gently, as if following his every step, always ready to face new challenges. His body language shows familiarity and confidence with these weapons; he is a true swordsman.
Sailin's approach made Alserel nervous, and he instinctively took a few steps back, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword. However, Sailin's actions surprised him; he knelt down respectfully, performing the noble etiquette of the elves. This behavior gave Alserel a strange sense of familiarity.
"Prince, please don't worry. I am just a wanderer with no ill intentions towards you," Sailin spoke with sincerity. His words carried a simple and genuine sincerity that made it hard not to trust him.
Sailin continued, "I usually live in the mountains and forests. Today, while gathering fruits, I happened to catch a glimpse of the prince and his entourage. The prince seemed troubled, with a furrowed brow, and I couldn't help but speak up, hoping to help him with his worries."
Alserel let out a sigh of relief, but remained cautious. "You are a blood elf, and our relationship with the elf clan has never been friendly. I can't easily trust a stranger."
Sailin smiled and said, "It's only natural, Prince. The conflict between Blood Elves and High Elves has a long history. But I am just a wanderer seeking peace and freedom. It would be my honor to help you with your troubles. If you don't trust me, I can leave and not disturb your journey."
Alserel suddenly asked in a stern voice, " Sailin, based on my observation, you must be a noble, right? Your demeanor exudes an elven aristocratic atmosphere. I'm curious, why become a wanderer? Although the relationship between Blood Elves and High Elves is not very harmonious, the status is still relatively high in our kingdom, isn't it?"
Sailin slowly stood up, still maintaining a respectful attitude. He smiled and replied, "Yes, Your Highness, you are right. I was born into a noble blood elf family, enjoying a high status and possessing all the privileges of nobility. However, my heart has always yearned for freedom and adventure. I felt the call of nature, wanting to leave the bustle of the city, enter the forest, and experience the true essence of the earth."
His voice became deep and powerful, "However, I gradually came to understand the vastness of the world, not just limited to where I was born. So, I made a decision to completely leave the blood elf territory and become a wanderer. I chose a life of freedom, determining my own destiny, free from the constraints of a fixed social class."
He looked at Alserel with determination in his eyes, "I may have lost my noble status, but I have gained freedom. That's why I chose to become a wanderer."
Sailin suddenly twitched his ears, then retreated into the shadows, leaving only the reflection of his eyes. He said, "Your guards seem to be coming, my prince. I cannot reveal my identity. I take my leave." Alserel nervously asked, "Wait! Can I see you again?" Sailin's voice came like a whispering wind, "When the moonlight shines upon the earth again, call for me, and I will appear."
The footsteps of the Chief Guard, Elmas, and the Ranger, Raven, gradually drew near. Seeing the prince gazing up at the moon, the two finally let go of their tension. Elmas approached and asked with concern, "Your Highness, are you okay? Is there anything troubling you?"
Taking a deep breath, the prince didn't intend to mention Sailin to Elmas and Raven. He simply said softly, "I just want to clear my mind and gaze at the moon. Please don't worry." Then, he apologized to Elmas, realizing his unreasonable behavior, "I'm sorry, Elmas. My recent actions were inappropriate and caused you worry."
Elmas The worry in his heart eased slightly, and he knew that the prince was under a lot of pressure, perhaps needing some personal space. He sincerely responded, "It's okay, Your Highness, we understand your feelings. If you need to, you can tell us at any time."
The ranger Raven also nodded in understanding, "Yes, Your Highness, we will always be by your side, no matter what you need."
The prince muttered to himself, "Can anything be possible?" This sentence seemed to carry a hint of confusion and helplessness. Then, he turned and walked away, slowly making his way back to the camp. In the moonlight, he appeared particularly lonely. His heart was filled with complex emotions, but he chose to keep that secret, at least for the moment.
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