Chapter Twelve: The Green Wood Divine Chain vs. The Ornament

Komer’s murderous gaze fixed on the timidly approaching elf thief. Waves of violent rage filled his chest, the surging killing intent almost taking control of his mind. He was using every ounce of his strength to resist the impending fury, yet the relentless surge of killing intent did not weaken under his fierce suppression. Once the crack in his psyche opened, it could no longer be controlled by human effort. Komer gradually realized he could no longer hold back the killing intent that grew stronger within him, threatening to break free. His heart grew colder as he realized that once that intent escaped his mental control, he would likely turn into a frenzied magician, slaughtering indiscriminately until his magic power ran out and he died.

“I’m sorry, sir. Thank you for helping me,” said Finitz, unaware that she was already on the brink of death. The pale-faced young magician before her, whose cheeks seemed to tremble, appeared to be in trouble due to excessive spellcasting. He had managed to withstand the massive tornado spell with his Starlight Magic Shield—a feat that left Finitz stunned. How could anyone use a magic shield to counter such a powerful wind-based spell? It was the first time Finitz, an elf, had seen something like it. She wasn’t sure whether it was because she had seen too little or because the man was truly extraordinary—perhaps both.

But it seemed the young magician was also struggling under the strain of his spells. Finitz wanted to help him. She had recognized him as soon as he appeared. The stone ornament still hung around her chest. She didn’t know what material it was made of—neither jade nor stone—but it brought an unexpected sense of calm to her heart when worn. It seemed to blend strangely with the Green Wood Divine Chain around her chest. Even when changing into her undergarments, she noticed that under the light, the ornament and the divine chain merged tightly together. The faint yellow glow from the ornament intertwined with the soft green light from the chain, sometimes blending, sometimes separating—creating a breathtakingly beautiful effect. Even the protrusions on her chest seemed to become smoother and more translucent, gaining a crystalline luster.

Komer’s gaze was fixed on the elf standing before her, her face filled with concern and guilt. She had taken off her furry hat, her fine hair cascading down her neck, revealing her pointed ears that were unlike those of ordinary people. Komer could even smell the faint woody scent emanating from her as she got closer—this was the unique scent of forest elves. Their innate habits as a race gave them a special plant-like aroma, one that was quite soothing.

Her eyes were larger and brighter than those of ordinary people, like clear pools of water, with delicate eyelashes that Komer could see clearly. Her petite nose had the delicate texture characteristic of the elf race, and her rosy lips resembled a touch of red ink on her fair complexion. Her youthful and charming presence made Komer’s murderous intent, which had reached its peak, begin to subside. This surprised Komer, who felt relieved yet puzzled—was this elf truly her lucky star, sent to save her from great peril?

But soon Komer realized her thoughts were naive. Her gaze slipped from the elf’s anxious face to her slightly open coat, where ornaments seemed to sway in front of the faintly visible buds on her chest. One of them was clearly the stone necklace she had prepared for Lomei.

At that moment, Komer dared not move. She was in a life-or-death crisis. Although the murderous intent in her heart showed signs of being suppressed, she was certain it was related to the ornaments on the elf’s chest, including the stone necklace. Though the necklace was extraordinary, it seemed unlikely to suppress her already boiling murderous intent all at once. This meant the other ornament on her chest might be the key item the pursuers wanted to seize in order to control her rage.

Noticing the elf’s intense gaze on her chest, Fenitz looked down and let out a startled cry as she covered her slightly open blouse. Elves naturally preferred simplicity and disliked unnecessary things. Fenitz wasn’t even wearing a bra, only a plain undergarment. She didn’t know whether the elf had seen the necklace that belonged to her or something else. Shyness and guilt left her at a loss for words.

“Lend me those ornaments on your chest for a while.” At this moment, Komer finally managed to suppress the turbulent energy in his chest and force out a sentence through his teeth. But he knew that once the other person left the magical range of the ornaments and necklace, he would likely fall into chaos again. He must not let them escape.

Fenitz’s cheeks turned even redder, but she hesitated none the less. After all, the other person had already helped her once; she owed them something. She had stolen their ornaments, and now it seemed they urgently needed them, even showing interest in her Green Wood Divine Chain. Under such circumstances, the grateful elf did not dare defy their wishes.

Reaching out, she took off the two chains and handed them to the other person. A faint sense of loss arose in Fenitz’s heart. The Green Wood Divine Chain was a sacred object of the forest elves, and she didn’t have the right to give it away. But if it weren’t for the other person’s appearance, she and the necklace would likely have become prey to those evil dark elves. Fenitz realized she couldn’t refuse them.

Komer pressed the two ornaments against his chest, and the turbulent energy immediately calmed down. The ornaments alone could not have produced such an effect—Komer was aware of this. The necklace, which those dark elves wanted to obtain, seemed to be nothing ordinary either. What was most remarkable was that the two ornaments could blend together perfectly, maximizing the ornaments’ ability to calm the mind, thereby suppressing his already uncontrollable magic. With the sacred power of these two items, Komer didn’t dare hesitate. He immediately used all his mental strength to guide the still-rebellious magic currents along his meridians, steering them back under control.

Seeing that Komer hadn’t put the two ornaments in his bag but kept them on his chest, Fenitz suddenly felt an inexplicable joy. It seemed he was using the power of the ornaments and the Green Wood Divine Chain to regulate his energy, not trying to seize her chain like those dark elves had. That sense of loss was even more painful to Fenitz than losing the Green Wood Divine Chain itself—a realization she herself wasn’t even aware of.

The turbulent energy finally settled down slowly under Komer’s dual efforts. He could even clearly sense that his mental strength had improved significantly after such trials. With each ordeal, his mental control grew stronger, just like climbing steps—one by one. As long as you managed to overcome them, you could see a new realm; otherwise, you could only linger below or even fall on the steps.

When Komer opened his eyes and saw the elf’s large eyes filled with worry and concern, the anger that had filled his heart somehow dissipated greatly. Her watery black eyes were like crystal-clear deep pools, and the faint scent of wood still lingered in Komer’s nostrils.

He slowly stood up. Though he tried to act as if he ignored her surprised expression, Komer knew he was still moved by the genuine joy on her face. He weighed the necklace, made up of a series of oval ornaments seemingly carved from wood, in his hand a few times before gently bringing it to his nose to sniff. An unusual honey-like scent immediately filled his nostrils.

Komer’s somewhat frivolous behavior made Finitz’s face turn red instantly. This necklace had hung around her chest for a long time. The elves were children of the Nature Goddess, who, while granting them an extremely sensitive intuition, also bestowed upon them a unique physique. Their bodies, closely connected to all beautiful things in nature, almost all had their own special scents—forest elves, for example, had a distinct wood scent, while mountain elves had a fresh grassy aroma. After being soaked in her own body scent for so long, the necklace naturally carried much of her scent, especially between her breasts. For her to sniff it like that was practically tantamount to touching her chest.

“Is this your forest elves’ sacred object?” Komer tried his best to appear stricter in front of the elf girl, but he found it difficult to do so given her pitiful and adorable appearance.

“Yes, it is our forest elves’ sacred object—the Green Wood Divine Chain,” Finitz said, nodding while biting her lips, not knowing what else to say.

“If you like this necklace, I can try to make one custom for you, but I need it for my own purposes, so I must take it back. As for this Green Wood Divine Chain, it’s better if you keep it safe. It seems those people won’t let you go easily.” Komer didn’t know why he couldn’t say anything harsh in front of this elf girl who had almost driven him to obsession. Even taking back something that originally belonged to him didn’t seem quite justified. Under her expectant gaze, he unconsciously felt reluctant to refuse and promised to make one for her. Only after saying those words did Komer realize that this elf girl seemed to have an inexplicable attraction to him—a different kind of attraction from any other woman, free of lust, just an indescribable sense of pity.