Translator: Yang_Wenli
Gellolei was sitting in the Noiseless Room. With the script in his hand, Deceiver Pluk was seated across from her.
“Miss Gallolie, welcome to the Noiseless Room,” When Pluk greeted Gallolie, he did not act as natural as when he was reporting on the trivial news.
This Deceiver was not used to chatting with others. Even though he had cooperated with Gallolie in the movie ‘Léon: The Demon,’ his ‘interview’ was still unnatural.
“It’s been a while, Léon. You seemed to have gained some weight.”
By contrast, Gallolie was acting much more natural. With a smile on her face, she used the persona of ‘Mathilda’ to tease the Deceiver.
Watching from outside the Noiseless Room, Joshua could imagine the emotions felt by the fans that were listening to the Voice of Norland.
But, this was not a radio show for ‘Léon: The Demon.’ Instead, it was an interview. Joshua made a gesture to the Deceiver Pluk. Pluk adjusted himself and spoke of the first question.
“It’s been a month since we’ve last met. I was told that Miss Gallolie has been at the Blackwood Forest during this period of time?”
When Pluk asked that question, Gallolie’s smile instantly disappeared from her face. Her expression turned slightly heavy.
After all, what they would be discussing now as the catastrophe that brought upon a near-ruin of the Blackwood Elves.
Perhaps... Joshua should consider asking some light questions such as what Gallolie’s future career plans might be after this interview?
“What is that elf doing?” At this moment, Ciri moved toward Joshua and quietly spoke into his ears.
Joshua turned around to look at the two Blackwood Elves. The priestess was leaning against the Noiseless Room’s glass.
Seeing her like that, Joshua couldn’t help but think she resembled a little girl that has been to a zoo for the first time, putting her face against the glass and curiously staring at a yawning lion on the other side.
However, the expression in that priestess’s eyes wasn’t curiosity...
“Umm...” Joshua wanted to remind Oranka to watch her behavior as it could scare Gallolie and Pluk inside the Noiseless Room.
“The aura of life... is surging from the World Tree,” Priestess Oranka did not notice how she had forgotten about her bearing.
Her eyes were wide open as she stared at Gallolie in the Noiseless Room with shock.
To others, it might seem like Pluk, the interviewer, was asking Gallolie questions after questions. But, to Priestess Oranka... the World Tree inside Gallolie was absorbing a great amount of nutrients.
“The Holy Tree Narushi is growing... Safran, do you see that?”
Priestess Oranka turned around to speak to Elder Safran. Even though she has been the World Tree’s priestess for so many years, never has she ever been this excited.
“The growth of the Holy Tree is indeed... unimaginable. But, Oranka, please calm yourself,” Elder Safran shifted his gaze to his side. He wanted to remind the elven priestess to control her emotions.
After being reminded by Elder Safran, Priestess Oranka finally realized that she was not in the Blackwood Forest...
“My apologies... Everyone, I’ve forgotten about my manners,” Priestess Oranka soon regained her composure and apologized to the people present.
“It’s alright. I can understand,” Joshua waved his hand to express that he didn’t mind.
After all, this sort of situation was something that he had frequently encountered in the Hearthstone Tavern. Priestess Oranka’s behavior was equivalent to someone purchasing a card pack with three gold coins only to open five golden legendaries. If this sort of thing was to happen to the dwarves, they will definitely raise their jugs to toast and party all night long.
Using Ciri’s words, it would be ‘another one went mad.’
After regaining her composure, Priestess Oranka walked over to the Noiseless Room again. With her eyes wide open, she watched Gallolie attentively.
She could see that a large amount of jade-green light was pouring into Gallolie’s body from all directions and nourishing the World Tree’s seed inside her. That weak World Tree’s seed was gradually taking shape with the nourishment. .
“I had thought that it would take a dozen years for the Holy Tree to germinate... But now, I’m already able to sense that Holy Tree Narushi is throbbing.” Priestess Oranka’s voice was filled with joy. “If this was to continue, Holy Tree Narushi would be able to sprout again in a week’s time.”
“It’s impossible for the interview to continue for an entire week. In fact... it wouldn’t even last an hour.”
Joshua ruthlessly poured a bucket of ‘ice water’ over the elven priestess and woke her up from her delusion.
“Interview? Are you talking about the human conversation between the Daughter of the Forest and that person called Pluk...?” In alarm, Priestess Oranka turned around to look at Joshua, “How long would their conversation last?”
Even though Priestess Oranka didn’t want to accept it, she must admit that this ‘interview’ had allowed the World Tree to gather more nutrients than any ‘ceremony’ held by the Blackwood Elves.
Even during their peak population, there were over ten thousand plus Blackwood Elves. They were only able to fight against the humans that intruded upon their forest with the power of the World Tree.
But, the number of people currently listening to the Voice of Norland reached over fifty thousand...
“It’s already finished. There weren’t a lot of questions to begin with,” said Joshua.
Deceiver Pluk had finished asking all the questions on the script. Gallolie heaved a sigh of relief and was preparing to stand up to leave the Noiseless Room.
“Excuse me, is it... possible to extend this interview?” Elder Safran asked the hopeful question instead of Priestess Oranka.
Joshua did not answer. Instead, he looked at Gallolie who had just walked out the Noiseless Room.
“There’s no issue with extending the interview for me. But... what should I talk about?” asked Gallolie.
“Anything’s fine. As long as it’s something that could bring joy to everyone. For example, you can chat about what your plan for your career might be with ‘Léon.’”
Joshua did not believe that the Deceiver Pluk was a qualified talk-show host. But, Gallolie was a girl that had no problem entertaining others in conversation. With her present, there would be no lack of topics to talk about.
“Daughter of the Forest, please...” The aged elven priestess carefully handed a cup of water to Gallolie.
Pluk has not yet declared that the Morning News has ended. The audiences were still listening. In fact, to the majority of the audience, they were more interested in listening about the daily lives of Mathilda and Léon than something as serious as the burning of the Blackwood Forest.
When Gallolie accepted the water handed to her by the priestess, she seemed to have recalled something. Her expression grew slightly downcast.
“We wouldn’t force you, Daughter of the Forest,” Elder Safran noticed the change in Gallolie’s expression.
“No... it’s just... I thought of my mother,” Gallolie forced a smile to express that she was fine, “Back then, whenever I practice my performances, my mother will always hand me water before shouting ‘Continue!’...”
“I guarantee that she will be safe and sound,” Joshua said all of a sudden.
“Rea...lly? Mister Joshua?”
Gallolie had been worried for her mother’s safety the entire time she was traveling to Norland. When she’s still in Farucci, she was able to communicate with her mother through the use of pigeons. But now that she’s in Norland... that means of communication has been severed.
“Mhmm. I reckon you will be able to communicate with her using the magic network soon.”