Sang Ni stayed outside for a while and decided to go next door.

"Are you there?" She knocked solemnly on the door.

Inside remained silent, until she knocked on the door for the second time, she reluctantly said: "Something?"

"No." Sang Ni readily admitted: "I'm bored, can't you?"

"..." Long did not answer, probably still organizing the language.

Sang Ni turned the door handle and found that the door was not locked at all.

So she went straight in.

The dragon probably had just eaten enough, lying lazily on the bed, his tail swaying under the cloak, and when Sang Ni entered the door, he straightened suddenly, and his barbed roots were erected.

It's a bit like a fried hedgehog. Sang Ni thought.

"Elleville thought I was noisy and kicked me out." Sang Ni made up an excuse casually.

"You are indeed a bit noisy." Long agreed without hesitation. After thinking about it, he added: "In fact, humans are quite noisy." So I didn't say you alone.

But the map gun is not used in this way.

She didn't know for a moment whether she should be moved by the dragon and put her in the human group, or should he give him a blank eye for the vast number of human compatriots.

"Do you hate humans?" She was suddenly curious.

"It's okay." Long replied: "After all, I was not born in that era, so I don't feel much."

Sang Ni had seen it in the book at the time that Long said.

During the dragon slaying frenzy more than 3,000 years ago, the number of giant dragons under the siege of various races once dropped to more than a hundred, and humans accounted for the majority of dragon slayers at that time.

At that time, humans and dragons were deadly enemies.

"There is nothing that time can't resolve." Long did not shy away: "Even the dragons with a long life."

"It's the same with death?" Sang Ni found it interesting.

"That can't be helped." Long's answer was as straightforward as ever: "After all, he is dead."

After all, it's dead, time is unnecessary.

"...You can really speak." Sang Ni suffocated a sentence for a long time.

"Not bad." Long was very humble.

I'm complimenting you.

Sang Ni felt that it was a mistake to come by herself.

To make up for it in time, she slammed the door and left.

"This human being is so strange." He whispered.

Obviously, he didn't want to see him very much, but he wanted to seek comfort.

He remembered the scene he had just seen.

Obviously, he wanted to blend in with the crowd, but gave up at the last moment.

He vaguely felt that she might be a lonely existence than the dragon who lived alone on the mountains and treasures all the time.

In the next few days, Sang Ni did not go to the city again.

To be precise, she just looked at the map and drove her head, without saying anything.

Elevier is always quiet.

The whole atmosphere is very delicate.

Sang Ni is not angry, she just doesn't know what to do.

She and Elevier almost spoke out, but the result was very unpleasant, and she couldn't continue the careless look.

How should I say, she still wants a face...

The two of them were under turbulent undercurrents, which made it difficult for the dragon to speak rashly.

In this atmosphere, they arrived at a small town near the Elf Sanctuary.

This is a trade point between the human city and the elves, so residents of both sides live here permanently.

"It's a bit late today. I will stay at the inn here for one night and enter the sanctuary tomorrow. Are there any objections?" Sang Ni asked.

There was no answer.

Look, this is the standard stand-alone mode. NPCs don’t kill you at all except when posting tasks. Sang Ni silently complained inwardly.

Enter the shop in silence, ask for a room in silence, in silence...

Silence is Cambridge tonight.

Sang Ni felt that today she either broke out in silence or died again in silence.

"I'll take a look outside, and you can do it yourself." Sang Ni left unbearably before entering the room.

Considering that the other two prefer to be clean, she is looking for a place that only provides accommodation.

Sang Ni walked out of the post shop and wandered aimlessly on the street.

Elves and humans live together here, probably because of mutual influence. The buildings in the town are basically in the style of humans, but the way of work and rest is close to that of elves.

In other words, it is to compare Buddhism.

Although there are still taverns, they all look deserted, with resident troubadours and accompaniment chanting ancient ballads.

Sang Ni stopped outside and listened for a while, and found that the reason why there was no one in the tavern might not be because the people here didn't like to drink.

Probably the troubadour sang too badly.

When the tavern owner was about to come out and invite her, she decisively pretended to pass by.

Excuse me, excuse me.

She walked a little fast and didn't pay attention to the road. When she passed a fork in a dark alley, she was hit by someone who rushed out suddenly.

"I'm very sorry!" The man glanced at her apprehensively, lowered his head and ran away in a hurry.

Not touching porcelain?

Sang Ni was puzzled, and subconsciously looked at the dark alley where he ran, and saw another figure flash by.

This kind of hurried and partial move is not to touch porcelain or to sell stolen goods.

Sang Ni finally discovered the sense of violation in that person just now.

That person, like her, has no body temperature.

There is not too heavy a breath of death, it is not an undead creature, but a living dead controlled by a necromancer.

"Necromancer?" Sang Ni smiled sarcastically, and did not hesitate to use the Invisibility Curse to follow.

The Lich has an instinctive affinity for the breath of death, it is not difficult for her to track it, and there are no steps at all.

The location is the pub that sings so badly just now.

Also, how can there be no sideline for a pub like this that can't make a profit at all?

When the man opened the door, Sang Ni followed in.

"The deposit is given." She heard the man whispering in the ear of the tavern owner.

The boss patted him on the shoulder, turned around and pressed a few times on the bar. The normal-looking bar suddenly split from the middle, revealing the secret tunnel inside.

The troubadour finally closed his mouth, he took out a sign that was closed for business and hung it outside the door, and then drew all the curtains to block the inside tightly.

The three people followed the secret path, Sang Ni fell behind not too far, and followed to a wine cellar.

The wine cellar on the surface.

The boss took out the wine barrel in a corner, lifted the lid, and then directly removed the upper half of the wine barrel.

It turned out that this wine barrel was specially made into a mezzanine, and the upper half was filled with wine, even if it was opened, there was no clue, but the lower half was hollow.

Sang Ni leaned over to take a look, and his brain buzzed with anger.

That turned out to be a young elf!

The elf was in a coma, curled up into a small ball at the bottom of the barrel, his pointy ears trembled slightly, appearing extremely disturbed.

A group of scum...Sang Ni forced his anger to listen to their conversation.

"How much do they pay this time?" the boss asked.

The man compared four fingers: "This number."

The troubadour frowned: "Less than last time."

"No way, this is too small, they usually only need to be adults." The man looked helpless: "Moreover, the recent investigations are too strict to sell goods."

"Just make a profit." The boss doesn't matter: "How long will they come here?"

"Tomorrow at noon, there will be a lot of people coming in and going out at that time, so I don't want to check it." The man rubbed his hands and looked at the elf greedily: "When the time comes, I will be outside the city, and you will be responsible for bringing the freight out and clearing the accounts on the spot."

"Yes." The boss and the troubadour smiled.

Get an answer, he left with satisfaction.

Sang Ni didn't chase, she let her evil spirit go and followed.

After he has contacted anyone, she will know better than him.

She stayed where she was, and after making sure that the person would not come back, she lifted the invisibility curse on the disgusting smiles of the boss and the bard.

Seeing their smiles change from joy to stiffness to horror, Sang Ni smiled maliciously: "I am also a little interested in your transaction... Could anyone please explain it to me?"

Talking back to talking, in fact, she must have no time to listen to two scared scumbags farting.

Directly use the soul-extracting curse to search for their recent memories, and she already knows everything in the screams of the two.

What made her particularly irritable was that these two people didn't know much at all, it was just that someone came to hide the elf here, and then waited for the next person to take it away.

Things are more troublesome than she thought.

She took the elf out of the barrel, thought for a moment, took out a skeleton with a smaller bone frame from the storage ring, disguised it as an elf with a transformation spell, and put it back.

Then deleted the memories of the tavernkeeper and the troubadour.

Carefully concealing the elf under his cloak, Sang Ni went straight back to the inn where they lived and knocked wildly at the door of Erivier.

"What's the matter?" Erie Weier opened the door, a little strange.

She thought Sang Ni would not come to find her.

Before she could react, Sang Nifeng rushed in, turned around and closed the door, revealing the sleeping elf under the cloak.

"Who is she?! Where did you bring it from?" Erie Weier couldn't hide her astonishment at all.

"Let's not talk about it yet." Sang Ni sternly grabbed the wrists of her hands: "Ellie, tell me, how did you get caught by the Necromancer back then?"

Erie Weier was stunned for a moment, and instantly understood the reason for Sang Ni's question.

For a moment, she felt that her body, which had not been warm anymore, felt the bone-chilling cold again.

"I..." She paused and decided to explain clearly: "Generally speaking, elves who have not yet grown up will not leave the vicinity of the holy tree, and a few adult female elves will take care of them.

They will live under the sacred tree for at least four hundred years before they start to learn archery, magic and other formally.

And nothing special happened on the day I was captured, and I never left the sacred tree. "

She just fainted, and when she woke up again, everything changed.

"Impossible." Sang Ni asserted: "This is not a coincidence. There is definitely an internal response in the elves."

"I don't know." Eri Weier smiled bitterly: "In addition to the few people who take care of me daily, I have also come into contact with many other elves. It is impossible to judge who is the inner responder by this alone."

Sang Ni sighed and put the elf on the bed, and finally told the truth:

"Do you see it? It's not undead magic in her."

"It's the wailing of the death banshee."

Wailing is a skill, not understood literally, such as the children's rhymes that Alice herself sings.

A sword in the mouth, a sword hidden in a smile.

"Eri." Her eyes were compassionate: "Who taught you that song?"

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