Ah, so that's why? The reason for the suspicion wasn't directly stated.
Almost just like the previous replay, all the elves present once again focused their attention on the guy who was taking care of the Mist Grass field. The child instantly turned into a ripe apple, hurriedly waving his hands and saying, "It is an honor for a nobody like me to be able to help the messenger. I hope you won't mind the simple environment too much, otherwise I will be so sad that I will commit suicide." It was unclear whether he was naturally insecure or socially awkward.
Yes, the kind of social terrorist.
It was quite a strange feeling, but fortunately, it remained relatively calm on the way out, and I gradually let go of my worries.
Let me just add something here.
After all, this was a hidden quest for the White Jade Lamp, and with the final reward in sight, they were reluctant to leave. In addition, the Elf Elder was also uneasy about the theft of the Holy Disc, which had been kept in the inner sanctum of the ruins. He was afraid that something might go wrong with the item that had been so hard to recover. After careful consideration, he took the initiative to ask us to temporarily keep it for him.
Of course, having someone to guard and protect you is an essential additional condition.
While it's said to be to ensure our safety and the sacred disc, the real purpose is probably to secretly guard against and monitor them, right? Or even to keep an eye on both of them, saving the trouble of sending people separately and wasting manpower. If they are lost again, the blame for poor supervision can be pinned on us. It also eliminates the possibility that what we're seeing now is just a smokescreen we specially made to gain favor.
However, this also saves us from having to find inappropriate excuses, to which Sheng responded meaninglessly.
As for Sword Demon... that kid's attitude has been quite subtle the whole way.
She'd been like this ever since she woke up from the illusion, staring blankly into the distance, seemingly lost in thought, neither speaking nor moving. Anyone who didn't know better would think she was looking at something else entirely; her brow twitched, and her expression changed three times in a short period, perhaps she was plotting something.
The task prompts did not show any special points that needed attention, nor did they indicate any changes caused by the temporary intervention of foreign objects.
Then, while everyone was worried that something might have damaged his brain and that he would soon be glared at by the person in question, the sacred disc, which had been carefully held up, was slowly taken down by the group in a few gentle movements. After pouring out most of the clear water inside, it was repeatedly wrapped in a cloth and handed over to Sheng's hair, which he had deliberately folded and held up to maintain his balance.
"As long as there is still some moisture in the sacred disc, no new water will emerge in the short term."
In response to my questions about "won't the endless flow of water inside overflow?" and "what use can an ordinary roll of cloth possibly have?", the elven elder who was in charge of the handover kindly gave me friendly answers.
So, this matter is very suspicious, really very suspicious.
Now everyone seems like a potential villain, even Sal's innocent childlike appearance has been distorted into a label of mere superficial naiveté. Even handsome faces have become blurred.
Well, the feeling of holding valuables in your hands is definitely different. Even if it's just borrowed or temporarily kept by someone, the feeling is the same.
Being cautious and trembling, as if walking on thin ice, is the most suitable adjective to describe the current situation.
Didn't you see the boy walking next to you was so flustered that he was moving his hands and feet in unison?
In short, after carefully identifying the faces of all the elves and marking them with faint magical symbols, our group, under the astonished gaze of the gatekeepers, marched back into the settlement and then dispersed.
Putting everything else aside, it's pretty cool to have someone clear the way for you. It would be even better if they didn't offer too much concern or attention.
In the end, he and the only six people arrived at the fields in the settlement where mist grass was planted.
The Misty Grass Field is located near the outer edge of the settlement, close to the entrance gate. It is a spot that is sheltered by many branches and vines that extend into the distance. It is the best place for both sunshade and rain protection, as well as for surprise attacks and counterattacks. The only drawback is that it is too damp. It almost looked like the edge of a wetland and I couldn't get a foothold.
A thin, wisp of mist floated near the ground, and even the fan could only disperse a few strands before giving up on the futile effort. It was said that this was because mist grass had been planted here for a long time, and the remnants and effects of that past cultivation had remained, resulting in its current appearance.
Just as they were observing the scene before them in surprise, they suddenly noticed a familiar figure emerging from a treehouse with its door half-open not far away. Long, straight black hair tied up, light leather armor fitting snugly against their body, daggers tucked into their waist and thighs, and that slightly aloof demeanor—who else could it be but Shadow Butterfly, who had been taken away by an elf earlier?
The Shadow Butterfly, upon suddenly spotting us, opened her mouth in surprise, quickly wiping her hands—which were stained with some kind of liquid—with a strip of cloth. She took a few small steps toward us. But then, she abruptly turned her gaze to the side, clearly looking for a signal. Her movements slowed, she shifted her weight to her heels, and her body recoiled slightly as if startled, showing that she wanted to run away immediately.
Following her gaze, I turned my head and saw that the Sword Demon was still thinking about his own things and was completely unaware of the Shadow Butterfly's fear.
No, could it be that you two had some interaction in that short period of time? I clearly remember you going to different places, it didn't seem like you were interacting at all. You were fine before that.
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