Gatekeeper Of All Realms Chapter 8

The four companions walked into the forest, the mountains green, the stream gurgling, and the path rugged.

An hour later, Shen Ye was almost gasping for breath, but his three companions were still walking briskly, as if on flat ground.

He couldn’t hear their breathing at all!

Shen Ye had no choice but to add that one attribute point to agility to alleviate the embarrassment caused by his lack of physical strength.

Another half an hour passed.

Just as Shen Ye felt that he was about to be exposed, finally—

A sentry post appeared ahead.

Everyone stopped.

Shen Ye secretly adjusted his breathing, wishing he could kneel down and thank heaven.

“Listen, to enter the village, you need the permission of the village chief. There’s no risk in this step, you just need to show him your medal.”

The leading “elf” said.

“Then what’s risky?” Shen Ye asked.

“Of course, the assassination at night. According to the plan, we three will cover you from outside, and you’ll be responsible for the main kill,” the other replied.

“Kill that chief? Me?” Shen Ye asked again.

“Yes, there will be a welcome ball tonight. We’ll get the chief drunk, and then it’s up to you.”

His three companions all stared at him.

Shen Ye puffed out his chest and sneered:

“My blade is eager for blood. Just leave this task to me.”

The three nodded in satisfaction.

After walking a bit further, the four arrived at the sentry post.

Two long-eared elves wearing dark green leather armor stood at the post, holding spears, with hunting bows at their waists, and mountain eagles perched on their shoulders.

The “elf” walking in front stepped forward, pointed at Shen Ye and said:

“Our companion has arrived, please allow him to enter the village.”

The two elves on guard looked at Shen Ye.

Shen Ye stood tall and proud, displaying the silver medal before them.

“So, a brave frontline soldier.”

“But like you, he needs to meet the chief first before he can stay.”

“Of course, of course.”

A sentry jumped down and led the four into the village.

Shen Ye initially thought that elves all lived in simple treehouses like the sentry post, but upon entering the village, he realized he was gravely mistaken.

The elves’ houses resembled ancient temple complexes from his previous life on Blue Star.

Everywhere were sculpted beams and painted pillars, red walls and green tiles, with various small guardian beasts standing on the rooftops.

In the center of the village was a fountain.

Four glowing ancient tree statues stood in the water, emitting powerful energy fluctuations.

Looking closely, although the buildings in the village were beautiful, there weren’t many of them.

The biggest drawback of the elven race itself was its sparse population, which was why they had to form alliances and unite with other races.

In front of a building with fruit and wine glass patterns displayed, the three elves stopped. Shen Ye looked up and saw a line of Elvish script on the building. He couldn’t understand it, but through the windows, he could see many elves resting and eating inside, and even some drinking and dancing.

It was probably a cafeteria. Or a bar.

“Let’s go see the chief, brother. We’ll rest here and wait for you,” the leading “elf” said.

“Okay,” Shen Ye replied.

He followed the sentry all the way to the largest building in the village.

“Please come in, the chief already knows of your arrival, he is waiting for you.”

The sentry bowed respectfully.

“Thank you,” Shen Ye said.

The sentry retreated.

Only Shen Ye remained.

He took a deep breath and slowly walked into the temple-like hall.

There was no one else in the hall, only a blond male elf standing in the center, holding a book and diligently reading it. He wore a magnificent purple robe, inlaid with colorful gems and beads, and a mirror-like dagger hung from his waist.

—Was this the target he was supposed to assassinate?

Shen Ye thought to himself.

Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly saw a line of glowing words coalesce in the void:

“Your ‘Door’ comes with a built-in evaluation trait ability, allowing you to see the traits possessed by other beings.”

Traits?

Shen Ye suddenly noticed a line of traits appearing above the elf chief’s head:

“Spirit of the Myriad Forests, Heir to the Ancient Tree Throne, Master of Nature capable of fighting ten thousand, Grandmaster of Arcane Magic, Guardian of the Nightmare Realm, One of the Five World Heads.”

The elven chief seemed to notice Shen Ye’s gaze, closed the book in his hand, and smiled gently at him:

“Welcome, soldier from the front lines.”

Shen Ye’s expression was blank.

—African father doing rope skipping, he scared the living daylights out of me.

What was my trait again?

Ah, I remembered, I was a polite person.

“Polite Person” is going to assassinate the “Spirit of the Myriad Forests, Heir to the Ancient Tree Throne, Master of Nature capable of fighting ten thousand, Grandmaster of Arcane Magic, Guardian of the Nightmare Realm, One of the Five World Heads” tonight.

Beautiful!

Absolutely beautiful!

This is simply like—

Starting elementary school and having the first lesson be on relativity.

A new recruit going to the battlefield and the enemy throwing a nuclear bomb.

Playing a game, just entering the novice village, and turning a corner to meet the final BOSS.

These were Shen Ye’s thoughts on tonight’s assassination.

—Is this reasonable?

No, it’s not.

But can he escape?

He could surrender.

But there were three “companions” outside constantly watching him.

If he surrendered, how would they deal with him?

Perhaps the outcome would be the same.

“Young and brave soldier, please rest well in our village.”

The elven chief waved a hand, and soft white light gently held Shen Ye.

Shen Ye’s mind was in turmoil, and he was about to speak.

—But it was too late.

He found himself teleported to the refectory, already seated at a large oak table.

The table was laden with various fruits, pastries, and fine wine in crystal glasses.

His three co-conspirators sat beside the table.

“Eat up, it’s still early, we can rest for a while,” the leader said to Shen Ye, raising his wine glass.

Shen Ye paused, picked up a banana, peeled it, and glanced around cautiously.

Just then, it started to rain outside.

In elven culture, rain is a blessing from nature to all living things.

The elves cheered joyfully, drinking and singing and dancing.

The refectory was filled with a joyful atmosphere.

Shen Ye took a bite of his banana and stole a glance at his three co-conspirators.

One was drinking, one was feigning sleep, and another was holding a book, reading it intently.

—They were practically wearing signs saying “Do not disturb.”

Shen Ye then looked at the other elves.

The elves were happily singing, occasionally inviting those around them for a drink, or taking hands to dance together.

…Elves are a race that highly respects personal privacy and individual space.

His three co-conspirators had an unwelcoming demeanor, so naturally, no one dared to bother them.

But why didn’t they invite me?

Shen Ye’s gaze shifted.

Suddenly, his eyes met with an elven girl.

The elven girl was the most beautiful elf in the room. Noticing his gaze, she turned her head to look at him, smiled slightly, and gracefully avoided his eyes.

Shen Ye, however, persistently stared at her.

After a while, the elven girl seemed to have figured something out. With graceful steps, she came to Shen Ye’s side, extended her hand, and shyly said:

“Uncle, may I please have this dance with you?”

Uncle…

Do I look old?

However, according to elven customs, one must be an adult before going to war.

In that case, he probably was older than her.

“Of course, but I’m not a very good dancer,” Shen Ye said.

“It’s okay, I can lead you,” the elven girl mischievously stuck out her tongue.

Shen Ye stood up and glanced at his three companions.

They were still drinking, feigning sleep, and reading.

—Would they still be like this when he assassinated the elven chief?

Shen Ye took the elven girl’s small hand, slowly stood up, and followed her across the round table.

“What kind of dance do you know?” Shen Ye asked as they walked.

“All kinds. If you don’t know, I can teach you,” the girl said confidently.

She’s already worrying that I can’t dance.

Tsk.

Shen Ye chuckled, “Thank you.”

At this moment, he had just walked behind the drunken “elf,” speaking as he did so, and also spending his only attribute point on agility—

He was about to pull out his pistol from his懷, aim it at the back of his accomplice’s head, and pull the trigger without a moment’s hesitation.

He resisted.

After all, he hadn’t practiced shooting, and the other party was an undead.

The Great Skeleton killed the assassin without a scratch, and that assassin even knew how to use a gun.

So, the gun might be useless.

What about a dagger?

He didn’t know sword fighting.

What to do?

“Why aren’t you speaking? Your brothers are the same. Has the fierce fighting on the front lines injured your spirit?”

The elven girl asked gently.

She led Shen Ye towards the dance floor ahead.

The surrounding elves amicably made way for them.

Shen Ye looked at her exquisitely beautiful face, thinking how unfortunate it was that he was about to go to his death. If not for these ridiculous circumstances, he would truly love to sing and dance freely.

Damn it!

I want to dance with the elven girl!

He suddenly made up his mind.

“What’s your name?” Shen Ye asked.

“Lanie.”

“Lanie, listen to me, I’m going to perform a magic trick.”

“Haha, really? That sounds like so much fun! Show me quickly!”

“No reward, no show.”

“Here you go, this is my bracelet—but I warn you, if your magic isn’t spectacular, I’ll take it back.”

“No problem, just watch,” Shen Ye said.

He took her bracelet. All the elves around had already turned to look.

—Everyone had heard his conversation with Lanie just now.

This frontline soldier knows magic?

They had to see it for themselves.