*One could only say, with those self-proclaimed Chosen Ones, players whose walking and speaking styles were bizarre, and as they deepened their activities, certain things were being subtly changed.*
*By now, in the elven trade on the black market, a situation had emerged where buyers would repeatedly confirm with the sellers before making a purchase,*
"These elves... They're not from those weird species, right?"
*It was nothing more than the fear of being deceived.*
*They had been duped too many times before.*
*The surrounding Half-Beasts were not satisfied with the old mage's explanation.*
*However, the Oracle King seated above and the new Chief Priest began to adopt a peculiar expression.*
*They exchanged a glance, and the Oracle King nodded to the Chief Priest.*
The Chief Priest lightly coughed twice, and the whole tent instantly fell silent...
*The Chief Priest was quite satisfied with this.*
*He paused for a moment and looked at the old mage,*
