Chapter 71 It’s hard to go back to work! * …
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Forget it, don’t think too much about it.
Anyway, I have to find Samuel to bring my cat back, and then go to Kadro to thank him.
I have to say, this guy is quite interesting. It makes me feel better about him.
I looked around and decided on a direction to go out. Half an hour later, I was silent after taking the wrong route for the third time.
Some things just have to be accepted.
I may not be born with this talent. I swear that every step I took was in the direction I had judged, but I didn't expect that I would end up back where I started.
Fortunately, there is always a way out. When I walked around the sixth circle, I was surprised to find a burly troll jumping out of the forest.
He was wearing a glittering golden cape and a dazzling blue ID on his head. He was a player who had appeared out of nowhere. I immediately revealed my position. The golden cape was stunned for a moment when he saw me, and then immediately drew the holy emblem of the Glorious Church on his chest.
"May the glory bless you, Your Highness."
"May the light bless you, believer."
I nodded in return. The man in the golden cloak turned his eyes and began to inquire about information: "It is my honor to meet you. Lord Saint, what brings you here?"
What could happen? I just got lost.
I kept a straight face and uttered nonsense in riddles: "All this is the will of my Lord. It was He who brought me here and allowed me to meet you."
Haha, why not count?
I have to say that the players are pretty good at this. Many things don't need to be explained at all, because they don't care what you say at all, they only care whether you will give them the task.
After I sent a little favorability, the troll player patted his chest and promised confidently: "No problem, leave it to me."
"Thank you." I curled the corners of my mouth and smiled back at him.
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The mission description I gave him was ambiguous, the gist of it was that I came here for a mission and needed his help to return to the Holy City. As for what the mission was, how could it be more important than the reward?
Along the way, the players asked me all kinds of questions excitedly, and they wanted to find out what color underwear I was wearing.
"Sir, who do you like best in the church?"
"Sir, I heard that the Knight Commander particularly likes to read romance novels. Is that true?"
"Sir, where do you think your appearance ranks in the church?"
"Sir, the Holy Son..."
I have heard it so many times that I almost don't recognize the four words "Sir Saint". I answered the other party casually while thinking about what to do next.
"My favorite person in the church? Um... The Knight Commander has always taken good care of me."
"I'm sorry, this involves the Knight Commander's privacy. I can't say anything. If you are interested, you can try to ask him in person."
"Appearance? What is that?"
As we talked, the sunlight was blocked by the branches above our heads. Green vines drooped, and thick grass covered the ground. The surrounding plants were becoming more and more lush, and it didn't look like they were about to leave the forest.
"Is this the way out?"
I silently cast a spell. The troll player had no idea that he was only a stone's throw away from the resurrection point. He explained to me, "This is the way to the camp. This is my first time here. I thought that although I don't know the way, someone in the camp knows it, so why don't I just take you there directly?"
"Camp?"
"Yes, our team was hired by the elves. This group of elves is also going to the Holy City. I figured that we all have the same destination. We can still take care of each other!"
The troll player's face was full of praise. I couldn't help but twitch my lips. Is this the legendary power of thinking?
After hearing what he said, I immediately understood that this must be the visiting study team that the Lord of Light mentioned. As expected, at this time, if there is no accident, it will be a real accident.
But it’s not a bad thing. I just want to meet Odysseus and ask him about the Book of the World.
Under the guidance of the troll player, we successfully arrived at the elves' camp, which is located deep in the forest. The elves created a small tree house, which is just right for resting and storing supplies.
The elves seemed quite busy. I took a quick look and saw that they were all the elves I had seen in the Forest of Elves.
They soon noticed our arrival. The troll player went up to talk to them for a few words, and a female elf came out to greet me. I remember that she was a confidant of Odysseus.
She obviously didn't recognize me. After a brief greeting, she apologized, "We have received a letter from the Glorious Church. Thank you for coming to greet us. Unfortunately, the Holy Son is not feeling well and cannot come to see you for the time being."
Wait, when did I say I was here to greet you?
I was stunned for a moment, then realized that they had mistaken me for the person who came to greet me from the Church of Glory. Perhaps it was because I arrived a little late, it was really a beautiful misunderstanding. Looking at the elf's sincere eyes, I was moved and simply admitted the matter.
"It's my duty. I wonder how the Son of Nature is doing? With my Lord's favor, I can help take a look."
The healing power of radiant magic is very strong, so there are many priests there. The female elf hesitated for a moment and invited me to sit in the tree house.
She cast a soundproofing spell and checked several times before sitting across from me. "Sorry to have kept you waiting. The followers of plague and disease have been pestering us again recently, so we need to be careful."
"I understand. Let's get to the point. Is there anything wrong with the Son of Nature?"
The female elf sighed softly, her brows frowning, "The Holy Son suddenly fell into a coma a few days ago, and he hasn't woken up yet."
"Do you know when he passed out?"
She reported a number, I compared it with hers, and my expression suddenly became a little stiff.
——The time when the elf is unconscious is the time I switch out of the game.
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After my strong recommendation, the elf finally brought me to the outside of Odysseus's tree house.
The air was thick with the smell of medicine. Compared with other tree houses, this tree house was searched more strictly.
I entered the tree house and immediately saw the elf lying on the bed. His silver hair was scattered on the pillow, and his face was as pale as snow. His bloodless lips were tightly pursed. He frowned slightly, as if he was having a nightmare.
"It has been like this for the past few days. We have used all kinds of magic, but have not been able to awaken the Holy Son."
If there was a second method, the female elf would definitely not let me in. This would undoubtedly be a sign of weakness before the formal meeting. I reached out and pressed my hand on his forehead, injecting the gentle power of light into his body.
The elf's body was healthy, and what was trapping him was something else. My heart moved slightly: "I need to perform the radiant secret technique, please give me some space."
The female elf hesitated for a moment, then retreated. There were only the two of us in the completely silent space. I leaned over and pressed my forehead against his, probing my consciousness into his mind.
This is certainly not some brilliant secret technique, but the use of powerful mental power to invade other people's minds. Mortals are like naked in front of gods, precisely because the difference in mental power between the two sides is too great.
As expected, the goddess of nature set up a mental barrier for him. But she was just protecting him with a barrier, and I came in person, so it was naturally not a problem.
I quietly made a small hole and entered Odysseus's consciousness. The heavy feeling of falling wrapped around my body, pulling me down. I never expected that I would be bungee jumping from a high altitude right at the beginning. Just as I was about to use my mental strength to stabilize myself, a hand suddenly reached out and grabbed me.
The misty clouds dissipated and the dream finally took shape.
There was a bottomless abyss beneath my feet, black clouds rolling overhead, and a faint smell of despair flowed in the air.
Odysseus held my hand tightly, his arm muscles tensed. His silver hair stuck to his cheeks, and it was obvious that something had happened that made him unable to take care of his appearance.
The elf took a deep breath and pulled me up little by little. I then noticed that the person I had dreamed of had turned back into a young boy. My body was covered with wounds and blood was dripping down my face.
Besides us, there is another lake on the top of the mountain with flowers blooming in the water. It is the Moonlight Flower Lake we saw before.
Odysseus hugged me suddenly, and I could hear his violent heartbeat through my clothes. My hands were frozen in the air, and I didn't know what to do for a moment, so I just gently placed them on his shoulders.
His hands were shaking slightly, and his voice was hoarse: "Fortunately you are okay, fortunately you are okay."
During the time I lived in the Elf Forest, I had never seen Odysseus have such big mood swings. Even when I was arrested by the guards, he still looked calm when I went to see him.
Elves have a kind of pride and contempt in their bones, just like a high snow mountain, even if it melts for a moment, it will still spread thousands of miles and freeze everything.
And at this moment, the glacier collapsed and the river roared, revealing the cowardly pain in his heart.
After smacking my lips, I understood something. Odysseus was born to be the favorite of the goddess of nature, who always protected him. From birth, Odysseus had everything he wanted.
He probably had never encountered such a thing before—the child he protected was brutally killed, and he was powerless to do anything about it. When the amulet was crushed, it was perhaps the most painful and helpless moment in his long life: he realized that he was powerless.
I patted his back, and the elf rested his chin on my shoulder, his long eyelashes trembling, revealing a hint of sadness and fear.
I felt soft-hearted and amused: "Are you so afraid that you didn't save me?"
This sentence made Odysseus' lips purse into a straight line. He glanced at me, lowered his head and silently examined the wounds on my body. Green light flashed in his hands, and the flesh and blood that turned outwards glued together and broke apart, faintly oozing out the rancid black and red.
I felt no pain, but Odysseus's brows were knitted tightly: "The power of darkness has contaminated your wound. There is no way to contact the Mother Goddess in this place. We have to leave here."
If you can get in touch with me, you should collect my body.
I didn't say anything and obediently let the elf hold my hand and walk down the mountain together.
The blizzard roared down, and the strong wind scraped my skin. The world was only black and white. The elf stood in front of me and pulled me down the mountain step by step.
From my angle I could only see his back, like a tree standing tall in a storm, straight and tall.
I squeezed his palm, and the elf froze for a moment, then turned back to look at me. His emerald green eyes were the only color in this world.
I whispered to him, "Where are we going?"
His voice came through the wind a little vaguely: "Return to the Elf Forest."
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