Brando smiled as he got the answer he wanted. He turned around and looked at Maynild, who was lying in the same direction. The latter's eyes were as sharp as a knife. She nodded at him gently.
At this moment, the sun had begun to sink into the inland sea of the Empire in the west. At the last moment before sunset, the sea in the far west burned and turned into a whole piece of pure gold. But as the last ray of light sank below the sea level, the golden water was quickly dissipating, leaving only a dark red color, like a casting that was gradually cooling. From the west to the east, Graystone Town was surrounded by rolling hills. On a cloudless day, the view in the sky was extremely wide, especially the Anzeruta Mountains in the distance and the endless plains in the east formed a magnificent picture. But after dusk fell, the distant mountains seemed to be shrouded in a layer of twilight, becoming hazy, like an impressionist oil painting. The boundary between the sky and the earth was shrouded in a layer of orange halo and clouds, becoming blurred.
But all of this eventually returned to the silent night.
As the light dimmed, the creatures who were used to the darkness could see more clearly. The harpies hovering above the town seemed to have noticed the unusual movement on the nearby hills. They circled the hills for a long time while squeaking. But before they could attract the attention of others, a sudden commotion broke out in Graystone Town. Loud noises came from a few streets. The noise and clamor attracted the attention of the feathered beasts again. They turned around and flew back into the town. Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
In Graystone Town, the Subterrane Dwellers were capturing residents, imperial soldiers, adventurers, and other dangerous people who were hiding. They were not used to the daytime, so the search began in the evening, and soon the town was in a mess.
On the second floor of the Bullfrog's Cry Inn, the smelly searchers had just left. Suddenly, a cloak was lifted among a pile of debris. It was as if a door was opened in the wall, and a small figure appeared behind it. In the dark room, a pair of lake-like green eyes appeared. The eyes were big and clear. It blinked gently, and then a look of relief appeared on its face. It was a little girl wearing a dark green cloak, but the cloak was a little strange. It was obviously an adult's traveling cloak. Only the hem was cut to fit her small stature so that it did not drag to the ground. However, the huge hood could not be changed, so the little girl had to hold the edge of the hood from time to time to prevent it from drooping down and blocking her view. It looked very funny.
Under the huge hood, the little girl's light silver hair was tied into two short ponytails behind her pointed ears. It seemed to be the only distinguishing feature of her identity. Generally speaking, such a half-elf with wild elf blood could only be seen in the north of the Grayhughes Knight's Legion, or even further north in Eleranta. In addition, she carried a crossbow that was almost half her height and wore a pair of short leather boots with feathers stuck to the left and right sides of the boots.
The little girl stood on her tiptoes and just happened to put her chin on the window lattice. She looked up and stared at the harpies in the air until they flew away again. Then, she struggled to climb up the desk, knelt on the desk, opened the window, and quietly glanced at the street below.
The cavemen were already far away.
She closed the window and answered with a trembling voice, "Jude, Jude, is it far away?"
"That seems to be the case. They didn't notice us!" a small voice asked curiously.
A small, triangular head appeared under the wide hood. This little thing looked a little like a giant dragon thousands of times smaller. It even had the same horns, sharp teeth, and folded wing membranes. However, it was not a dragon, but a pseudo-dragon. Wohnde had very little information about this strange species. They were only mentioned in a few legends and biographies. Scholars on the shores of the Abyssal Sea thought that they were the spirits of books and knowledge, and they were often accompanied by books. However, this was only to satisfy their curiosity about the world. For the same reason, they would accompany mortals and go on adventures in various parts of the world.
"The little elf is scared. This place is not fun at all. These people are bad. They are not friendly to the little elf at all!"
"You reap what you sow. From the moment you broke their catapult, you shouldn't have expected them to be friendly to you." Jude replied snappily.
The little elf looked a little scared. She hurriedly explained, "I, I, I didn't see what it was. I just wanted to touch it!"
"Then you didn't have to cut the rope."
"But I have a feeling that if I cut the rope, something terrible will happen."
Jude replied in a shrill voice, "It did happen, and then we became wanted criminals!"
"Before that, we still have to hide from place to place," the little elf pouted: "Before coming here, Shania didn't tell me about these strange things. Didn't you say that this is a human kingdom?"
"Yes, it was before I left last time."
"When was that?"
"About three hundred years ago."
"Let's not talk about that for now." The little elf pulled Jude off her head and stuffed her into her pocket, ignoring the latter's protests. "You really saw that thing?"
"Yes, I saw it. It was that bastard who brought us down from the sky. I would recognize her even if she turned into ashes." Jude finally escaped from the little elf's clutches. She poked her head out of the pocket and replied, "If you didn't make such a big commotion, I would have caught up with her long ago."
"I'm sorry." The little elf replied, feeling wronged.
Jude replied proudly, "Fortunately, I was smart enough to put a magic mark on that thing. As long as she hasn't left the city, I will be able to find her." She gestured with her claws a few times on the little elf's body. "Let me see. She didn't go far. She's just nearby!"
"There. Where is she?"
"Lift me up." Jude ordered.
The elf took her out of her pocket and carried her to the window with both hands. She looked out at the street and pointed to one of the roofs. "There," she said, "do you see that roof over there in the east? She's in the attic over there -"
The little elf leaned against the window and looked out for a while. "Oh, I know. She's hiding in that candy shop."
"What candy shop?"
"The one we went to the other day. The chubby owner. There were four strange arrows on the sign over the door. Don't you remember?"
"Oh, I remember now," said Sidney. "But it wasn't a confectionery, it was a bakery, and those four queer arrowheads were compasses. 'Roves' compasses, 'you see, I remember the name of them. Oh, no. We have to go through two streets to get there. I remember one of those stinky bastards' sentries. What are we to do? They'll catch you as soon as you show your face. They'll prepare a big pot for you. They'll make soup out of the little elf with salt, onions, and carrots. "
"Never mind. They won't find us if we go that way."
"Which way?"
The little elf climbed down from the desk. There was not a single bit of light in the dark inn, but her green eyes flashed in the darkness, not affected in the slightest. She opened the door and went down the hall, up the stairs to the ground floor, and into the kitchen, which had a cellar covered with thick planks of cabbage and potatoes. "What is this place?" Jude asked.
"There's a secret passage down here that leads to the candy shop opposite."
"The baker's workshop," Shanni corrected, but then she asked, "Why is there a secret passage in the inn leading to the baker's workshop?"
The elf shook her head. "I heard the innkeeper talking to a woman about it."
"A woman?"
"A very beautiful woman. She gave me a piece of candy."
"You mean you eavesdropped on them, and she gave you a piece of candy?" Jude asked incredulously.
"No. I was standing so far away that they thought I couldn't hear them. But the little elf heard them clearly."
"Don't you feel any guilt?"
The elf obviously didn't have that kind of superfluous thing. She pushed the cabbage and potatoes off the planks, which tumbled to the ground. Then she lifted the planks to reveal a dark staircase.
There was indeed a secret passage under the cellar, and the entrance was hidden behind a row of wine racks. The passage was long, dark, and winding. She did not know how many turns it had taken, but it was still up and down. In some places, water had accumulated and dripped, but the elf was not afraid at all. She looked around curiously, as if she was on an adventure. In fact, it was indeed an adventure.
However, no matter how long the passageway was, there was always an end. Soon, the man and the dragon groped their way to an iron door. The iron door was tightly shut, without a single gap.
Jude was about to fly to the door handle to cast a spell, but the elf grabbed her tail. "Wait, there's someone behind us!"
"Ouch! Don't grab my tail!" Jude screamed.
The elf put a finger to her lips. "Shhh —"
A moment later there was a rumbling sound from behind the iron door. It sounded like someone was dragging something. The noise lasted for a while before it stopped. Then there was the sound of footsteps. "One, two, three, four, five, six," the elf counted. The six of them entered the room one by one. Then there was the sound of the door closing. Jude was startled. "Are they coming in?"
The elf shook her head. "They're not coming," she said as if she had seen it herself.
There was a moment of silence behind the door. Then there was a man's voice. "Miss Delfien, we've come at a bad time. We don't know where those things came from. Please make a decision. We can't stay here any longer. We know of a secret passage in the city that leads to the lower reaches of the Surging Milky Way. But if we're late, those monsters will find it."
A soft female voice replied, "I know where these things came from. That person has a group of Subterrane Dwellers in his territory, which shows that his relationship with Jorgendy Ridge is not ordinary. They have been plotting this for a long time, but no one thought that he would actually dare to make a move against the Empire."
The elf heard the voice from the other end of the passage. "It's her," she said to Jude.
"It's that woman?"
The elf nodded. She thought for a moment and said, "I know. She must be the owner of the candy shop."
"Do people call the owner of the candy shop 'Miss' in your hometown?" Jude sneered.
"She's in the candy shop. Of course she's the owner."
"Good logic."
At this time, a young voice spoke from behind the door. "Elman must have seen through that person's scheme in the Loop of Trade Winds. That's why he was killed!"
"Thank you, Mister Efe. That person is treacherous and cunning. I've asked Andesha. If he didn't leave Elman and the others behind, she wouldn't have had the chance to act. That woman is detestable, but some hypocrites deserve to be judged. Elman swore to protect me for his entire life. Now that he's gone, I'm still his wife. I'll avenge him. "
The first voice sighed. "Ah, Miss Delfien. Don't worry. No matter how long you stay here, we'll protect you."
"Thank you, Mister Solinz."
"You're welcome."
"The Subterrane Dwellers attacked the North Mountain Sentry Post today. That place has no value to them. If they were going after Buos, it might make sense, but they only attacked the North Mountain Sentry Post," the young voice spoke. "The Subterrane Dwellers won't do meaningless things. But I heard that Count Alcon is in that place. That person has a grudge with the nobles in the south of the empire, so I'm guessing that he's most likely with the Subterrane Dwellers."
"Our people have also heard that there's a mysterious human beside Tanpu," the rough male voice replied.
"Then it's most likely him. Why would a normal person be with those monsters, especially at this time of the year?" A new voice spoke. It was a slightly hoarse voice.
"Can you find out where Tanpu and his whereabouts are?" the woman asked.
"That's not difficult. These monsters are probably used to the underground tunnels. They're not used to our buildings. We can easily get close to their base."
"Very well. Find a way to set up ambushes on his path. Don't get too close. That person is very powerful."
The young voice spoke again. "No matter how powerful he is, he won't be able to dodge the Demon Slayer Spear."
"There's no harm in being careful," the rough male voice reminded.
Then the others chatted with each other for a while. Most of them were talking about recent events. Xianni and the little fairy who were leaning against the door quickly lost interest. The chatter behind the door gradually died down. Then there was the sound of things being dragged away. Finally, there was the sound of the door slamming shut. Everything returned to normal.
"Have they left?" Xianni asked after a while.
The two carefully pushed open the iron door. Behind the door was a small room filled with all kinds of junk. Wooden boxes, barrels, broken cabinets, and iron shelves. The little fairy looked around and whispered, "Do you understand what they're saying?"
"Nothing more than revenge. I've seen many humans, and they're all like that." Xianni flapped her wings a few times and landed on the little fairy's shoulder.
"They're so boring. Let's not care about them. We'll go find that bad guy and take revenge ourselves."
"I feel like you're scolding us too."
"How could that be? We're avenging for justice. We're different from them."
"What's different about us?"
"You're not allowed to speak anymore, Xianni." One is marked by the company one keeps. The little elf had learned how to get angry out of humiliation without anyone teaching her.
The two walked up the stairs to the basement. They quietly pushed open the door to the basement. Outside the door was still a dark corridor. The Cruz people's talent in architecture seemed to be limited to connecting the corridor, the room, the stairs, and finally the outer wall. There was no creativity at all. They carefully passed by the first floor of the bakery. There was no one living there. The rooms were empty, as if they had been swept clean. There was also the unique smell of the cavemen.
"Do you know how to go up to the attic?" Xianni asked, covering her nose with her claws.
The little fairy didn't care at all. She sniffed around with her sharp little nose as if she was a little hunting dog. Then she replied, "Of course I know."
"How do you know? Have you been here before?"
"Yes, I sneaked up once."
"When?" Xianni asked in surprise.
"When you weren't there, there was a wild grape rack behind the house. It was easy to climb," the little fairy replied in a low voice. "But then I accidentally got caught on the curtain and fell down and crushed the grape rack. After that, I couldn't climb up again."
"After that? You went up several times? Why did you go up there? "
The little elf replied, "I want to go up and see where that chubby guy hid the bread."
Xianni snorted at the answer. "You wanted to steal the bread, didn't you?"
Xianni blushed a little. "He didn't want to sell it to us —"
"Have you ever seen anyone who doesn't pay for something?"
"But I don't have money."
"Oh!" Xianni scratched her face with her two little claws. "Poor thing. Let's make a deal."
"What?"
"If you're caught by Aquissa this time, don't tell her that I took you out."
"Why?"
"Because I don't want to die."
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