The Greece Antagonist

An hour later.

Two refreshed Guardians led three clear-eyed problematic children, and officially set out.

Since the elves generally dislike activities during the day, the streets were quite empty.

Walking through a straight cobblestone road, admiring the elves' unique forest-style architecture along the way, the group quickly found a spindle-shaped little wooden hut in the southwest corner of the city.

Morgan stepped forward and knocked on the door.

A moment later, a petite figure flew out from the door, crashing straight into Morgan's embrace:

"Grey, when did you come to Oakney, meow? You didn't even tell me, meow?"

Accompanied by a cat-like speaking habit, a pink little head rubbed wildly in Morgan's arms, appearing very familiar and intimate.

Morgan patted the little fellow's head, softly explaining:

"I visited Grandma yesterday, only had time to see you this morning, sorry."

"Just apologizing isn't enough, you must compensate!"

The little elf put on a serious face, hands on hips, showing an unhappy expression.

Morgan smiled wryly, crouched down, skillfully stretched out her right hand, and gently scratched the little elf's upturned chin.

"Like this?"

"Hmm hmm, a bit to the left, meow, then to the right. Up, up, not strong enough, meow!"

The little elf instructed as she closed her eyes to enjoy.

Her tense body relaxed, two pairs of wings at the back trembled joyfully, feline purring sounds emanating from the chest, lips unconsciously forming a cat-like smile, indicating great satisfaction.

This scene made Luo En think of humans petting cats.

Moments later, the little elf opened her eyes, still unsatisfied, looking at her old friend, and letting out a pleasant sigh:

"Humming, so satisfying, this wonderful feeling. So happy to see you, Grey."

"Me too, Habettlot."

Morgan mirrored the smile, gently smoothing the little elf's head.

Habettlot, a spinning-wheel elf in Scottish lore. It's said she can spin cotton and flax fibers, weave cloth, and tailor dresses. With dragonfly-like wings and a petite child-like build, she is a mythical creature most desired by maidens and brides.

Because this little elf is not only an excellent designer and seamstress but also likes to use beautiful maidens and brides as models, carefully tailoring clothes and preparing bridal gowns for them.

It's rumored that threads spun by her can bring good fortune, anyone wearing garments woven by this little creature will immediately regain health, remain free from illness in the future, gain mysterious blessings, and enjoy a happy marriage.

Moreover, in the days to come, if girls have a need, they can seek help from such spinning-wheel elves. Once summoned, these elves will do their utmost to assist and take care of the maidens, guiding them out of their low points.

In a way, this type of elf can be considered as Guardians of unmarried maidens and brides.

Luo En suspected that the fairy godmother in the story of "Cinderella" was modeled after this.

At this moment, the spun textile elf Habettlot, returning to her senses, noticed the group behind Morgan. Her red eyes glanced around and finally looked delightedly at a certain male in the group:

"Grey! You chose your husband? This guy looks decent!"

Upon hearing this, Morgan's face immediately flushed with embarrassment and she quickly glared at her elf friend:

"Don't say such nonsense, this is my friend, also Vivian's teacher."

"You're not married yet? That's even better!"

Habettlot's eyes lit up, seemingly even more excited,

"I've designed several bridal gowns just for you, they're still in the workshop since you adamantly refused to wear them previously. Now you have a chance to become a bride, it's perfect for trying them out!"

"I never said I wanted to become a bride."

"Bridal gowns, they're fantastic! Lightweight, shiny, as beautiful as flowers, as stunning as birds? How could any girl not like them!"

The textile elf spoke excitedly, afflicted by her occupational obsession, while evaluating her friend Morgan up and down,

"Look at you, possessing the elves' purity, the Goddess' magnificence, the Enchantress' mystery, tall stature, such beauty, you would look good in any style of bridal gown. Come on, let's go inside, let me help you try them on, I guarantee you'll be the most wonderful bride in the World!"

Unable to bear her friend's relentless persuasion, Morgan, feeling troubled, quickly spoke seriously:

"Habettlot, calm down. We've come today for another matter."

"What?"

"We're looking for a Spirit Tomb, recently, have you found any strange areas around Oakney?"

"Yes, indeed, and I remember the path there."

"Great, lead us to it!"

"I can, but you must first agree to one condition."

Habettlot took the opportunity to propose a condition, looking eagerly at Morgan,

"Become a bride! Try on all the bridal dresses I made!"

"No way!"

"Then you'll have to find it yourselves; if you don't agree, I won't help you."

Seeing Habettlot cross her arms, putting on a stance of non-cooperation, Morgan, helplessly, could only relent.

"Alright, after I've tried them on, you must lead us to that place as soon as possible."

"No problem, meow!"

Habettlot nodded eagerly, then excitedly grabbed Morgan's arm and shouted to Luo En on the side,

"Grey, all of you come inside!"

"Including me?"

Luo En pointed at his own nose, a bit surprised.