“I’m thinking about how to make you stop crying!” James Grant didn’t feel any awkwardness with the girl despite it being their first meeting—perhaps it was due to the divine prayer technique. Instead, he felt a strange sense of familiarity. He reached out to wipe away the tears on the girl’s cheek.

A blush immediately crept up the girl’s slender neck.

“Wow, you’re really beautiful! If it were before, I would’ve already tried every way to get you into bed.” James Grant muttered to himself, using his own language—anyway, you wouldn’t understand.

“What?” The girl tilted her head curiously at James Grant, a look of puzzlement in her eyes.

“Nothing, you’re very beautiful!” James Grant’s face showed not a hint of embarrassment.

“Thank you!” The girl was reserved and shy. James Grant couldn’t figure out how a girl who looked so enchanting could have such a completely different personality. If she really were that kind of wanton woman, James Grant could have thickened his skin, but with the girl like this, he just couldn’t bring himself to do anything!

Maybe all elves are like this?

“It’s just like a dream…” James Grant sighed with emotion, glancing back at the gorilla, which was still sitting there, motionless.

“Yes…” The girl nodded slightly, “An earth-shattering dream!”

“What’s your name?” James Grant asked.

“Monica Morton!” The girl gradually relaxed, a smile appearing on her face. Two charming dimples appeared on her fair cheeks, and her reddened eyes only added to her captivating charm.

“My name is James Grant!” For a moment, James Grant was a little dazed, but quickly regained his composure.

A seductress! This isn’t just an elf, she’s an absolute enchantress!

“James Grant…” The girl murmured, her delicate brows furrowing slightly, “That’s a rather strange name.”

He had to admit, this beauty’s every expression and smile was incomparably alluring. For a moment, James Grant’s eyes were glued to her. And her voice was so pleasant, soft and gentle, making him feel a warm current flowing through his heart.

“So… James Grant, where are you from? Is it a distant human kingdom?” The girl was still a bit unaccustomed to saying this awkward name.

“I guess… probably.” James Grant was a bit confused himself, not knowing where to start.

“Then you must be a great magician!” The girl’s eyes lit up, and she offered sincere praise.

James Grant gave a couple of dry laughs. Magician… who knew how magic even worked.

But the hint of admiration in the girl’s eyes made James Grant feel a little smug.

“Magic can create countless miracles… It’s a pity that among the elves, only the priest or priest candidates can use advanced wood magic.” As Monica Morton spoke, her eyes dimmed a little.

“By the way, you kept mentioning ‘priest’ just now. What exactly is that?” James Grant scratched his head, feeling that he’d encountered more strange things today than in all his years of wandering.

“The priest is the pride of the elves, the guide who leads the development of the elven race!” Monica Morton’s face lit up again.

“A leader?” James Grant couldn’t help but laugh. He hadn’t expected to see a head-of-state-level figure as soon as he opened his eyes.

“That’s not what I mean.” Monica Morton shook her head slowly. “The elves have their own queen and a council of elders, but the priest is responsible for conveying the will of the Moon Goddess and showing her glory to the people.”

“So it’s a high priest!” James Grant thought to himself. He’d never really believed in gods, but on Earth, every organization and every country needed a spiritual pillar to stabilize people’s hearts.

Those illusory things were just political byproducts.

“And in every generation of elves, only one person is qualified to become the priest!” The girl was extremely proud.

“Isn’t that amazing?” James Grant was a bit surprised. He’d thought there might not be many priests, but at least a few dozen. But from Monica Morton’s explanation, only one person in each generation could become the priest.

“…You… how can you be so…” The girl’s thin skin made her unable to finish, but her face instantly turned bright red, and she shot James Grant a fierce, soul-stealing glare, almost hooking away his heart.

“Heh, that’s just how I am!” James Grant rubbed his nose.

“Although it’s impressive, the priest also bears corresponding responsibilities!” Monica Morton didn’t continue to tangle with James Grant.

“The elves are divided into many clans. When the old priest is about to die, they return their power to the Moon Goddess, and no one knows when or in which clan the next priest will appear. It’s all up to the will of the Moon Goddess.”

“So it’s clear now—you’re the priest!” James Grant looked at the girl’s shivering body, feeling a bit of pity.

Monica Morton slowly shook her head, looking at James Grant with a bitter smile: “Whether I can be crowned or not, we’ll only know after I return to the clan.”