Chapter 140 Mizuki Private High School (XII)
"The young lady has a wealth of knowledge, but there may not be enough time for us to discuss Norse mythology or the king of the gods here."
Morpheus had no interest in the content of the painting. He was a little puzzled as to why the young lady was so concerned about a painting and introduced it so seriously.
For other players, it was much the same, but they were psychologically attached to Nanhuan and were wary of the strength of a guild, so they couldn't speak as directly as Morpheus.
Twelve was smarter, knowing that Nan Huan would not waste time on an ordinary painting. "Miss, does this painting have anything to do with elves?"
Nan Huan has become accustomed to ignoring Morpheus's doubts. She always feels that the other party is like a primary school student who has to find fault with her to feel balanced.
She remained calm, just wanting to see what the other party was trying to do.
However, Nan Huan was very satisfied with Twelve's sudden intelligence, and generously commented, "Really smart."
There is probably nothing more joyful in this world than being praised for your intelligence by a smart person.
Twelve smiled shyly, and took the time to glance at her own president, as if she was showing off that the eldest lady praised me for being smart, and it seemed that she just wanted to tell Beixi that she really did not neglect her studies.
Seeing that Nan Huan had tried his best to explain everything in the simplest language, and that in the end only Twelve could understand it, Bei Xi was extremely generous and did not pursue Twelve's bragging in order to prevent Nan Huan from being too frustrated.
She was young and pretended to be well-behaved. She squeezed next to Nan Huan and said, "But Miss, I still don't understand. What does this painting have to do with the elves?"
Nan Huan had already spread the painting out on the table, and when the others heard that the painting was related to elves, they all gathered around.
Morpheus was squeezed to the outside and looked like he wanted to swallow back the words he had just uttered.
However, Nan Huan did not give the other party a chance to speak. She liked students who were quick and eager to learn. She pointed at the painting and asked Twelve, "Why did you say it was a little strange when you first saw it? What was strange about it?"
When Bei Xi heard Nan Huan's serious and persuasive tone, a slight curve appeared on his thin lips. While other players were scratching their heads, he lazily leaned on the table at the side, looking at the serious expression on Nan Huan's face.
Everyone else's attention had been temporarily drawn to the painting by Nan Huan. Only Morpheus, who was on the periphery, somehow saw Bei Xi like this.
There was a moment of daze in her eyes, and then it evolved into a kind of anger and unwillingness that welled up from the depths of her heart.
This gaze was as real as a substance and was quickly caught by Bei Xi.
She didn't say anything, but just retracted her lazy gaze from Nan Huan. When she looked at Morpheus again, her gaze was like the cold wind in the dead of winter, as sharp as a knife, carrying warning and oppression.
Morpheus clenched his fists, and under the pressure he had to lower his head and avert his gaze, only to feel a tingling pain in his palms.
The silent encounter was fleeting, and no one noticed it except the two of them.
Twelve did remember that when Nan Huan asked her if she recognized the person in the painting, she said that the person in the painting looked very majestic, but a little strange.
It's not that she was talking nonsense, but it was her reaction when she first saw the painting.
"Hmm... I think Odin's standing posture is strange," Twelve was not timid. After all, other people didn't see anything, let alone recognize him. She shared her thoughts with Nan Huan, "He obviously has a throne, but he is blocking the front of the throne. And look carefully at his standing posture. He is not facing the perspective of the painting. Finally, the long...long spear in his hand is not standing upright, but stabbing into the void. There is nothing here. The proportion of blank space on the left and right sides of the whole painting seems to be wrong."
Nan Huan asked sincerely, and Twelve answered sincerely. She looked at the painting again and found more questions than before. After she finished speaking, she scratched her forehead and said, "I don't quite understand. I just feel it's weird."
Nan Huan smiled and listened carefully to Twelve's answer, as if he was very satisfied. "Take a closer look, or maybe touch it. His head is not pointing towards the void."
Although Twelve did not understand the painting or the person in it, she was very perceptive and could sense that something was wrong.
Nan Huan patiently guided him and pushed the painting towards the direction of number twelve.
Although the others didn't understand some of Nan Huan's comments on the painting, everyone could understand Twelve's vernacular. After she said that, Odin's standing posture in the painting looked strange.
The poster was the size of an A3 paper, and the painting was about the same size. Twelve did not refuse, because she knew that the eldest lady was teaching her little by little.
She lowered her head again and carefully examined the picture that Nan Huan hinted that she had not observed carefully. Then, with her other hand, she began to stroke the edge of the painting bit by bit, trying to feel the weirdness in it.
"Ah!" She lowered her head lower and lower until she blocked a large area of the pattern, and suddenly she let out a cry of surprise.
Before other players could ask, or before Nan Huan could take any further action, she suddenly picked up the painting, held it in the light from outside, and looked at a certain spot on the painting as if through the light.
"Where his spear was stabbing, there was a barely noticeable green spot, which was mostly covered by the white paint. In addition, the blank area on the right side of the picture was thicker than the left side."
She finally saw clearly what Nan Huan wanted her to see, and then she suddenly said, "I understand. The right half of the painting is covered by paint. The painting is not complete."
Twelve looked at Nan Huan in surprise, only to see that the other party had taken out a scraper from somewhere and handed it to him.
This kind of delicate work was very easy for her to do. She moved the scraper over the thick paint little by little, and the right half that had been covered up was finally visible again.
As Nan Huan expected, the right half of the picture was completely occupied by a human figure, or perhaps it was just a part of his body. He couldn't see the man's face clearly, but he seemed to be very tall.
Odin's long gun was pointing towards him, and the green spots dotted on his collapsed body slowly appeared in front of everyone as Twelve moved.
Nan Huan looked up at the tower clock not far away. There was not much time left, so she opened her mouth and prepared to finish the second half of the story that she had not finished before.
"Have you heard about the origin of elves?"
This time, she no longer had any hope of asking the remaining players, but instead focused on Twelve.
"Hmm... probably not. I've only heard of them in fairy tales or myths. But in these stories, they are usually very beautiful, unlike the ones we encountered. Not beautiful, but they are also very good at fighting."
Perhaps the disdain in her tone was too obvious, and she even stopped what she was doing, causing Nan Huan to laugh a few times.
"In myths around the world, there are many different origins of elves or elves, but Odin in this painting reminds me of a theory in Germanic mythology that is more relevant."
Twelve didn't know how the Norse mythology had been extended to Germanic mythology, but she did understand the extended meaning of Nanhuan's words, "Are you saying that there are actually elves in this painting?"
She stared at the painting that was almost imprinted in her mind, and after a long time of elimination, she finally came up with a positive answer, "These green spots of light, the green spots of light that emerged from this corpse, are they them?"
Her hand touched the green spots on the painting, and the scraper moved faster.
Nan Huan looked at her with admiration. "Legend has it that the king of the gods, Odin, killed the giant Ymir, and then the elves were born. The giant Ymir was the beginning of the giant race, and in Norse mythology, he was the first life to be born. The elves absorbed energy from the corpse and became living beings."
I don’t know if it was Nan Huan’s intention, but when she told this story, her voice was deliberately slowed down, like a gentle breeze that suddenly blew from a small island in the South Pacific, penetrating into people’s hearts.
As she spoke, Twelve's scraper finally scraped off the last bit of paint on the painting.
Those green spots scattered on the picture, whether because there was no paint to cover them or because of Nan Huan’s narration, emitted a dazzling green light in an instant.
Bei Xi seemed to have anticipated this scene. He quickly grabbed Nan Huan and brought him away from the table, not forgetting to reach out and pull Twelve who was closest to him.
Then, a strange light burst out from the oil painting. The players who were standing very close to it were suddenly bounced away, and green light rose from the oil painting in dots.
Twelve was pulled aside and finally stood still. He looked at Nan Huan who was held tightly in his arms. Before he could complain, he saw a large number of players inside and outside the shed collapsed. He obediently swallowed his original accusation back into his stomach.
Those green spots of light rose into the air like fireflies.
It was only a faint light, but it was enough to create a green halo in the air.
Suddenly, a long sound came from somewhere, not like the sound of a bell, but very continuous.
For a moment, everyone was stunned, not for any other reason, but because this sound was like a trigger, opening the floodgates to release a flood. The originally quiet and silent activity area suddenly remembered the chirping of insects and birds.
There was something different in the air. Nan Huan felt that he could even smell the breath of the clear morning after the rain, the fragrance of green grass brought by raindrops and sunlight shining through the woods.
Everyone instantly seemed to be trapped in the Amazon grassland, or some undiscovered wonderland in the world. Every blade of grass, every tree, every drop of water on the tip of a leaf, everything seemed to have a picture.
The elves that were originally restless and refused to stop attacking suddenly stopped their actions, as if they were called by some instinct and became quiet.
In less than a moment, the skin of their tall elves began to collapse and they returned to the appearance of students.
The players were staggering and had not yet recovered from the shock of their hearts when they heard the system's prompt sound.
【bite--
Congratulations to the player for completing the side quest - Angry Elf.
Get two clues about the student card.
1. The culprit of the prank was hiding in a club, but his student card was not with him.
2. Looking east, the west wall is not visible. 】
The long sound faded away, the green spots in the air disappeared, and those peaceful and beautiful pictures were fleeting, as if they had never appeared.
Only Nan Huan noticed that the figures on the painting gradually disappeared with the elf, and turned back into a blank piece of paper with almost no trace of paint on it.
The player who was staggering on the ground had not yet recovered from the shock when he suddenly heard the system's prompt sound. It seemed that he had not expected that this side quest would be completed so easily.
But when you look back on it, is it really that simple?
In the hearts of players of Ge Yuxin's level, she was grateful to Nan Huan for helping her clear the suspicion, and she also admired him for his meticulous observation, rich knowledge, well-thought-out speculation and intelligence.
In the hearts of the Assassin, the Doctor and Morpheus, they all clearly understood one fact, that is, without Nan Huan and Bei Xi, it would be impossible for them to complete this side quest and they would not be able to obtain such clues.
They knew even more clearly that in order to complete the side quest given by the system, intelligence alone was not enough. She needed to know a little about drama and painting, and she had to understand the story behind it when she only saw a painting.
The assassin and Morpheus knew very well in their minds that even if they found the painting by accident, they would not be able to tell the difference between it and other movie posters. Even if they could, after studying it for a long time, they would not understand what the people in the painting did, and they would not be bold enough to directly use a scraper to move on the painting.
Therefore, what they realized at this moment was that the gap between them and Nanhuan was not the length of time they had been in the game, but the gap between people that seemed to have appeared before they entered the game, or even earlier.
It’s just that normal dungeons are not so targeted and will take the average level of players into consideration. However, this new dungeon that has just been launched does not seem to be like this.
Everyone has doubts in their hearts, but no one speaks them out loud.
"How is it? Are these two clues useful?"
An unsteady voice interrupted the players' thoughts and made them realize that it was not the time to completely relax. After all, they had been busy for a long time and they still had to find the student cards as soon as possible.
President Barbie has returned to her original appearance.
Nan Huan looked at her arm with some curiosity and found that there was no trace of what had happened just now, just a thin and tender line, but the fatigue on her face was very obvious.
"I guess so."
Perhaps because of the eager eyes of the surrounding players, Bei Xi did not give a definite answer, but was ambiguous. Seeing Barbie's expression, she joked, "We are just getting started. It's not enough to compete. We haven't even entered the classroom yet."
"Do you think everyone is like you? Half of your health points were directly cut off, but you are still acting like nothing happened."
Barbie's words were not really a polite compliment, but she really felt that Bei Xi was a pervert.
Although she had consumed a lot of energy by using skills to fight the elves, she knew in her heart that she had not exerted much less effort in the previous battle. She only stopped to rest for a while when she was analyzing the situation later.
For most of the time, she was still fighting with the eldest daughter in her arms.
That's why the other party's calm and composed appearance now makes people even more angry.
"What should we do now? Should we continue asking for clues from the Orientation Club?"
Barbie didn't avoid people when she said this. Besides, everyone was using the same tactics just now. Judging from Bei Xi's previous tone, the other party must have had some ideas, but had not taken any action yet. She had no choice but to set up the stage for the time being.
"Well, keep asking. Time is running out."
She glanced at the tower clock not far away and realized that there was really not enough time.
After hearing her words, Twelve hurriedly got ready and gave Liushen another bottle of water.
The remaining players finally came back to their senses from the sporadic conversations, and discovered that the activity area originally occupied by the elves had turned into humans, and the students who had fled in panic before had returned in the blink of an eye.
The crowded space under the tent was filled again, and the students moving around in the activity area suddenly became congested. The scene was exactly the same as before, as if nothing had happened.
"Chairman, Miss," while speaking, Nan Huan was already embraced by Bei Xi's arm, avoiding the bustling crowd and continuing their previous inquiries. However, they had just taken two steps when they were stopped by a voice behind them.
It was Ge Yuxin who spoke, but Qingyuan was still with her. The two of them jogged after them and said, "Can we go with you to ask for clues? This is the clue we got before."
As Ge Yuxin spoke, she handed over a flyer. Nan Huan immediately saw a line of small words written in the lower right corner of the flyer.
[A mischievous student who doesn't like music. ]
Nan Huan did not answer immediately, nor did he reach out to take the flyer. He just looked thoughtful, and no one knew what he was thinking.
Qingyuan, who was standing aside, explained a little embarrassedly, "We didn't have to act with the doctor before. Someone suggested that it was unsafe. We have no right to refuse the person they chose."
As if he was worried that Nan Huan and the others might misunderstand him, Qing Yuan explained awkwardly, "Neither of us is very capable, we just don't want to go through so much trouble and not even be able to get into the classroom."
"Just follow me. We're all looking for clues anyway, so let's consider it as cooperation."
Without waiting for Twelve and Six Gods to ask them to leave, Bei Xi responded generously.
Liushen, Twelve and Barbie looked at each other and then looked towards Nanhuan at the same time.
Are you guys secretly doing something again?
Nan Huan pretended not to understand, turned his head, and looked at the signboards of various social groups under the shed with lack of interest.
Neither of them expected Bei Xi to agree so immediately, and they were very happy.
Bei Xi, however, calmly asked Liu Shen, Twelve and Barbie to continue looking for clues according to their previous teams, while leaving Ge Yuxin and Qingyuan by his side.
Liushen and Twelve certainly felt that this was not appropriate, but they also heard some hidden meaning in Beixi's words just now. Naturally, they would not object to the president's decision, as for the safety issue.
Well, in the entire game, the person who can be Beixi’s opponent has probably not been born yet.
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