Chapter 1337: Chapter 762: News of Mr. Stephens At the arranged time, Lis arrived at the appointed spot according to the address given by Oriolan. Oriolan did not accompany Lis but smiled and said that this would be an unforgettable experience. Lis glanced at the building in front and was somewhat surprised. This was a two-story house located at the edge of the Magic City, unique like amber forgotten by time, quietly frozen outside the hustle and bustle. Unlike the towering spired Magic Towers in town, this building had a roof made of light cyan clay tiles, like fragments of a sky repeatedly soaked by the rain. The wall plastered with white shale mixed with shell powder had long lost its glaring sheen, with peeling spots revealing a light yellow base, resembling a face filled with stories, each crack seemingly narrating the cycle of dawn and dusk over a hundred years. Follow current ɴᴏᴠᴇʟs on 𝗇𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗅•𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾•𝗇𝖾𝗍 Roses and jacarandas intertwined to form a natural canopy that enveloped the little house in a riot of light and shadow. The front yard did not have a Magic Fountain or rune lawn, instead, there was a path casually assembled with bluestone, with pansies sprouting in the crevices. On the second-floor wooden window lattice, climbing foxgloves trembled with delicate purple flowers in the wind, their tinkling sound resonating with the bronze bell at the eaves, this primitive and pure sound seemed to overpower the distant roar of the Magic Bell Tower, bringing a sense of serenity. Through the little house, the rear garden was the true secret realm. Centennial roses grew wild along the mottled Stone Wall, their deep red, goose yellow, and snow-white blossoms layered and bent the branches, almost extending over the second-floor terrace. The stone-carved fountain flowed with clear water, descending from the fountain pool, and meandering through the garden. Between sword-shaped leaves stood tall blue-purple chalices, shimmering with mother-of-pearl luster in the twilight. Most fascinating was the crooked apple tree in the corner with twisted branches that simultaneously bloomed pink-white flowers and immature fruits, its sweet fragrance mixing with the scent of earth. Just as Lis was observing, a Little Elf no bigger than a palm appeared before him. The Little Elf’s emerald hair was braided with spider silk, and her wings thin as cicada wings had veins shimmering with iridescence. She carried a vine-woven lantern taller than herself and cheekily winked at Lis, tracing silvery sandy paths in the air with her slender fingers. As the Little Elf waved, the wooden garden gate entwined with honeysuckle opened automatically, welcoming Lis’s arrival. Hydrangeas peeked flower chalices out of the brick crevices, each petal holding a wobbly dewdrop reflecting the changing sky colors. “Please follow my steps closely!” A clear spring-like voice sounded directly in Lis’s mind as the Little Elf floated toward the meandering gravel path with the lantern. On either side, the flower clusters suddenly came alive, rose vines stretched like graceful dancers, making way for a lily-laden passage. As Lis’s robe brushed past the pansy clusters, the flowers suddenly turned toward him in unison, petals fluttering to utter pollen-laden whispers. Lis admired the beauty of the surroundings within the small courtyard. Could this really be the residence of the Third Speaker? This place seemed like a marvelous realm within Jonas City, making Lis feel as though he had returned to the Navia Great Forest of the Elf Kingdom. Even Little Elves, who appear only in deep forests lush with Nature and Life Energy, were present in this courtyard. This showed how much effort the Third Speaker had invested in it. Lis passed through the last arch woven with wisteria, and the view suddenly opened up. The morning light filtered through crystal-clear double petal hibiscus, casting shimmering spots on the lawn. And in the center of the garden, a pure white marble round table hovered three inches above the ground, slowly rotating. Bone porcelain tea sets danced lightly without anyone touching them, swirling amber-colored tea in cups, freshly baked scones wafted with warm steam, even the silver sugar pot tilted automatically, sprinkling precise sugar frost swirls. The Little Elf landed on a lily at the table’s edge, and the airflow generated by her closing wings made the fragrance of tea ripple. She indicated for Lis to sit down and enjoy the prepared snacks. Lis smiled slightly, did not refuse the Little Elf’s invitation, and gently took a sip of the tea. The Little Elf, seeing Lis did not refuse her invitation, happily fluttered her wings. Meanwhile, several Little Elves appeared from the surrounding flower clusters, flying in circles around Lis. Even one Little Elf perched atop Lis’s head, comfortably lying there with squinted eyes. They seemed to really like Lis. Being a World Tree Favored, he had a great fondness for the Little Elves, entities born entirely of Nature and Power of Life. “It’s the first time I’ve seen them be this close to an outsider.” “No wonder the World Tree Favored?” A gentle female voice was heard, Lis stood to look. This female mage, just over twenty years old, was so beautiful as to be unforgettable, like a blossom newly emerging in spring. Her lips always carried a gentle smile like the warm sun in spring, offering endless warmth and a sense of closeness. Her ink-black long hair was simply styled, radiating a blend of elegance and feminine grace. She wore a black Mage Robe, adorned with countless tiny star patterns, as if condensing an entire vast starlit sky onto the robe, dazzling and glittering. Every time she lightly moved, the robe gently swung, and the star patterns seemed to twinkle with her movements, adding another touch of mystery and fantasy.