Jenny said doubtfully:

"Lafite told me that when Lionheart and the mysterious man sent the Sea Elf back, they said that there was another surprise they had prepared in the Sea Elf.

But I saw nothing on the deck."

"Then maybe it's in the cabin."

Marodia and Jenny looked at each other and nodded in unison.

They used magic to open the deck and walked in along the ladder.

Elves have magical vision and can see clearly even in the absence of light.

Therefore, even in the dark interior of the cabin, the two of them could see clearly.

They followed the cabin, looking around cautiously, while continuing to go deeper.

"ah!"

At this moment, Marodia lowered her voice and shouted in surprise.

"What's wrong?"

Jenny turned her head immediately.

Malodia pointed forward and said: "Sister Jenny, is there an elf corpse lying on the ground?"

"yes."

"That costume is a protective suit made of magic wood bark.

Now that we in Avili have long been unable to give birth, could it be said that these are the remains of those elven warriors in the past?"

Marodia was a little excited.

Jenny did stop Marodia who was about to walk over.

She said seriously:

"We haven't yet figured out whether Lionheart and that mysterious man are friends or foes.

Your Royal Highness, Princess, you are the queen for me, I will go over and take a look first."

Jenny walked carefully to the elf. After she got closer, she could clearly feel the life force flowing in the elf.

This discovery made Jenny's pupils shrink suddenly.

"Your Highness, he is still alive."

Jenny carefully squatted down and turned the elf lying on its side.

The elf's face was calm and peaceful, sleeping deeply.

Seeing the elf's face, Jenny could hardly control her emotions.

"Marken! It's Marken! One of the members of the Mithril Fleet, the first mate of the Wood Elf!

He is still alive! It’s great, it’s great!”

Malodia asked from a distance:

"Sister Jenny, what's wrong with him? Why is he lying on the ground?"

"Let me see."

Jenny's eyes lit up with a red light. She checked Marken's condition and said decisively:

"It's sleep magic."

Jenny took out the magic book and used the dispelling method.

…

A ray of light flashed across Marken's body. As if possessed by a ghost, Marken suddenly twitched and bounced up from the ground.

"Let me go! What are you going to do? Where are you taking me!"

Marken roared and suddenly realized that the place he was in was different from the place he was before he fell into coma.

"Makken! Makken!"

Jenny's shout rang in Marken's ears, and he quickly turned his head, making a sound, and froze in place.

Jenny stared at Marken and asked:

"Marken, do you still remember me?"

"Lord Jenny!! How could I forget."

Marken suddenly stood up from the ground and said excitedly:

"Lord Jenny, were you the one who rescued me?

Mithril Fleet Wood Elf No. 102, Vice Captain Marken reports to you.

The Wood Elf successfully completed its return mission and requested to return to the Empire."

As Marken spoke, tears burst out of his eyes:

"Sixty-three years have passed. During these sixty-three years, I have been thinking about saying this sentence every minute."

"Patrol Inspector Marken, it's really you!"

Marodia came over excitedly.

Marken glanced at Marodia in confusion.

He stared carefully for a long time, and finally recognized the noble figure he once respected so much from Marodia's appearance.

"Little princess?! Your Highness, why have you grown so big?!"

Having said this, Marken suddenly seemed to have thought of something, took half a step back in a daze, and murmured to himself:

"No, could it be said that the undead lackey didn't lie to me and that the Elf Empire has really perished?"

As if grasping the last straw, he asked Jenny and Marodia nervously:

"Lord Jenny, little princess, is the empire still there? How many years have passed since we left?"

Marodia lowered his head, not daring to look directly into Marken's eyes.

Jenny grabbed Marken's wrist and said sadly:

"Two hundred and sixty-seven years. The empire has been destroyed."

Snapped!

Marken's fists suddenly clenched, his legs softened, and he fell to the ground, falling flat on his butt.

He closed his eyes in pain and said regretfully:

"It's really ruined, we're late.

We are still late."

Jenny helped Marken up and said seriously: "No, you are not late.

Your return is our greatest comfort.

Vice Captain Marken, please cheer up. Both I and Her Royal Highness have many questions to ask you."

Marken was in a daze for a long time, and it wasn't until Jenny called for the third time that he suddenly woke up.

He calmed down and said:

"Lord Jenny, feel free to ask."

"Where are the others in the Mithril Fleet? Are you the only one back?

Why were you sent back by the pirate emperor Lionheart? Why is the Sea Elf in his hands?"

These four questions in a row confused Marken.

Only then did he realize that the situation seemed a little different from what he had imagined.

"Wait a minute! Lady Jenny, weren't you the one who rescued me?

Where is Master Peak? Where are Lal and the others?

What does it mean that I’m the only one coming back?”

Marken was shocked:

"Could it be that they are still in the hands of those undead?"

Jenny and Marodia looked at each other at the same time, and they both realized an extremely critical issue. Marken was not the only survivor of the Mithril Fleet!

…

…

After a long exchange of information, Marken told Jenny and the others about his experience of being rescued from the Immortal Wood and then inexplicably waking up.

The name Seven Pigeons finally entered the ears of Jenny and Malodia.
To be continued...