Game of the World Tree - Chapter 992

992. Chapter 983 Extra Chapter 3 Mescal Moonlight

Something is wrong with my life.

I have noticed for a long time that there seems to be an invisible hand…controlling everything about me in secret.

It all started when I was born.

From the moment I was born, my life was completely different from that of other elves.

I still remember clearly the day I was born. The branches of the World Tree were shining brightly, and even the high priest of the church was startled.

They watched me conceived from the treetops enthusiastically, praising the name of the goddess while staring at me with fiery eyes.

“Original Elf! Another Original Elf! And a rare Moonlight Royal Family!”

The priests said excitedly.

The high priest came to me, looking at me with his deep eyes, and smiled slightly:

“Child, according to the oracle of Her Majesty the Mother Goddess, from today on, your name is Mescal.”

…

My name is Mescal.

Mescal Moonlight.

It is said that this is the name given to me by the oracle of the great World Tree-Her Majesty Eve Yuktrasil.

For the elves, this is simply the supreme honor.

Whenever I say my name, I will be greeted with envious eyes from my companions.

However, deep down, I am not very satisfied with my name.

Even though I know very well that this is the name given to me by the great Mother Goddess herself.

The reason is a bit shameful, and for some people, it may be a bit ridiculous.

That is because the name “Meska” means “kitten” in the Elven language.

Although it is often referred to as “elegant”, “cute” or “charming”, I don’t like it very much.

It’s not that I’m hypocritical, but as a male elf who wants to be an elf ranger who punishes evil and promotes good, I really don’t want to have such a feminine name.

From the moment the oracle gave me the name, my life was destined to be different from others.

However, things are not that simple.

The original elves of the Moonlight Clan are not uncommon, especially in recent years, almost every few years.

Although the oracle’s name is rare, it has appeared more than once in the past few decades.

It’s just that no one has an obvious miracle like me.

In the following growth, everything I experienced also showed that there seemed to be more secrets in me…

When other elf companions were still receiving instruction in the church, more than one high-level elf found me and wanted to be my mentor.

When other elf companions were still running around in the city for a living, I received a living allowance every month that was enough to make any adventurer crazy.

However, when I wanted to ask those legends and even demigods why they favored me so much, they just smiled and kept silent.

When I wanted to trace the source of each huge sum of money, it was often in vain.

I was very uneasy.

Very uneasy.

I didn’t pay anything, and I didn’t want to own these things of unknown origin, and I didn’t want to accept kindness for no reason.

However, someone said to me:

“Meska, these things originally belonged to you.”

“Don’t refuse, you are just taking back what belongs to you.”

Things that belong to you?

No, no, no…

I am just a born original elf, at most I have received the blessing of the mother goddess, how can these things belong to me?

There are still many people in this world who are living in difficulties. In my opinion, they need these things more.

There are still many companions in this world who are training themselves day and night, trying hard to become stronger, but they are limited by their potential and cognition and are unable to move forward. They need these things more!

As for me?

No.

I just want to work hard for my things…

I don’t know what kind of secrets are hidden in me.

But I have a feeling that those who smile at me don’t seem to be looking at me.

They are obviously looking at me.

But it seems not to be me.

They always ask me to learn some courses that I don’t like, but they don’t tell me why.

They comment on me with a smile in secret, and keep silent every time I look away.

I don’t like this feeling.

This feeling… makes me feel like a substitute.

A substitute for a certain existence that I don’t know.

I can’t stand this feeling.

Finally, it broke out.

“Who do you think I am? I’m Mescal! Mescal Moonlight!”

“Sorry… Lord Mescal, we are actually doing this for your own good. Um… have you finished your management course today?”

“Why do you want to study management? You know, I don’t like these. I just want to learn magic and become an adventurer in the future!”

“No, according to the predetermined plan… you should be the best manager of the Elf Forest.”

“Plan? What plan?”

“Ah… this…”

“Forget it, don’t say it. I don’t want to participate in your so-called plan. I just want to live my own life.”

After that, I left the temple.

I climbed the highest tower of the Chosen City.

Sitting on the top of the tower, I looked at this prosperous city.

But I felt in my heart that this place does not belong to me.

“What are you looking at?”

Just as I was looking into the distance, a crisp voice came from beside me.

I was startled.

I looked back and found that a black-haired boy appeared beside me.

Strange… I didn’t know him, but I felt close to him inexplicably.

“I’m looking at the scenery.”

I answered.

“Looking at the scenery…”

The boy chewed on this sentence and fell into silence.

After a long time, he looked at me, his red eyes were particularly deep:

“Don’t you like your current life?”

“Current life? Oh… I don’t like it, of course I don’t like it.”

I shook my head.

“Why? Adequate food and clothing, having everything, isn’t it good?”

“But that doesn’t belong to me. I don’t like my life being controlled. Of course… You can also say that I’m bored and hypocritical.”

“Hey, then what kind of life do you like?”

The boy asked again.

“Probably… to be a ranger who punishes good and eliminates evil, travels through the planes, and is free.”

I said so.

“Why this time?”

The boy asked with a smile.

“Why? Of course it’s because I want to be a man who stands tall and proud.”

I answered as a matter of course.

“Puff…”

I don’t know why, after hearing my answer, the boy couldn’t help laughing.

I was a little angry, but the boy quickly apologized:

“Sorry, sorry… I didn’t expect this reason.”

I was a little speechless.

However, the boy changed the subject:

“Then do it!”

“Huh?”

“Be an adventurer.”

“But there will be many people who stop me. They always want to control my life.”

“Hey, who? Tell me, I’ll help you beat him!”

“You?”

I looked at him in surprise.

“Why? Are you afraid that I can’t beat him?”

The boy laughed.

“No, you don’t seem to be an elf… but you have a human form, you must be very powerful.”

“Then why are you looking at me like that?”

“Because I don’t know why you do this, we probably don’t even know each other’s names, right?”

“Why? Maybe… because I like you? Hey, actually I also want to be an adventurer, maybe we can become companions in the future.”

“Hmm? What’s your name?”

“Miriel.”

The boy turned his head, his ruby-like pupils full of smiles:

“You can call me Miriel.”

As he said that, he stretched out his hand:

“Can I be friends with you? If you really want, I can help you escape from everything.”

Miriel?

What a strange name.

I muttered.

“No, I don’t need help. In fact, as long as I am willing, as long as I am determined, no one can stop me.”

I shook my head, slightly straightened my chest, and said confidently.

The boy seemed quite disappointed and sad about my answer.

This made me feel very interesting, and at the same time, I felt a little warm in my heart.

Since I was born, this is the first person who would really feel sad because of my rejection.

I could feel that he was looking at me,

not someone else.

“But…”

I changed the subject:

“If you also want to be an adventurer, I’d be happy to be your friend.”

I smiled and extended my hand.

The boy was stunned for a moment, then he smiled as well:

“I’d be happy to.”

The next moment, they clasped their hands.

“Hello, Myrelle, my name is Mescal.”

“Hello, Mescal, my name is Myrelle.”

(End of this chapter)