"Etienne, are you doubting?"
"No, no. That guy just asked me to ask about the location of the crystal tower, hum, idiot." The Night Walker's craftsman shook his head and looked back at the direction where Fang Zhu and Cui Xisi were.
He looked at his somewhat nervous companion: "Don't worry about them, the Son of Light is blindly arrogant, so are those people, they don't know what's going on."
"But that nightingale stared at us very tightly..."
"Then remember to make your hands and feet more secretive. We must confirm that Servana and Aimeya are not playing any tricks."
An inspiration suddenly flashed through the craftsman's mind, and he always felt that something was missing from his unconscious mind, but when he was distracted from thinking about it, he could not grasp the name no matter what.
The fleeting name was like rootless duckweed, floating on the sea of ​​consciousness for a moment, and was swallowed under the dark sea in a flash.
He came to his senses and looked at his companion. The man seemed to realize something, but he also looked confused.
“Etienne…”
"Don't care, it's that woman's trick, but that lady can only change the words on the contract and cannot affect our plans." He said word by word.
He looked around.
The other party looked at him nervously, but there was an open open space nearby, and the craftsmen had built foundations on the construction site and there was no place to hide near it.
The two of them looked around for a while before they felt relieved.
But just as they retracted their gaze, the shadow not far away suddenly swayed and merged into the shadow of the craftsmen passing by nearby. When the other party approached the edge of the forest, the shadow flashed and sank into the woodland.
Then it stopped on a crystalline tree, raised little by little from the ground, gradually forming the shape of a cat, and arched up and looked around for a week, preparing to leave. But a dagger flew into its torso.
Before the beast could even scream, its whole body disappeared like a shadow, and finally turned into a withered woody tree tumor and fell to the ground.
Miss Nightingale's bright long dagger was inserted into the wood tumor.
Alisa walked over lightly, bent down and picked up the thing stuck in the dagger, looked at it, then took out the communication crystal and lit it. "Ed, those two people are indeed having problems, but I found something interesting."
On the other side of the woodland, the night walker's craftsman seemed to be conscious. He raised his head, but there was nothing in his sight, and his eyes remained there for a moment, and he could not help but turn to the quiet forest.
He looked silently for a while, as if he could see through the strata there. He saw the intertwined Ethernet veins under the root branches of the Holy White, which gathered deep into the strata and intertwineed into a cocoon.
However, everything is fleeting and all illusions disappear. The forest is still a forest, like a sculpture growing on the glass ground, gray and quiet. The twisted branches merge into the boundless darkness.
"The operations on the Ninimer front should have begun."
He thought to himself.
...
Derek Alwood was standing among the crowd, and occasionally lifted her hat and looked into the sky, seeing a few faint traces passing there.
A large number of superior warriors gathered here, nearly one-third of the Silver Wind Watchers' Silver Level and seven Dragon Knights, among which there are a large number of people with wind element adaptability. The Council is almost too luxurious to use the Silver Level to convey messages, but if not, it will not be able to keep up with the changes in the front line of three changes a day.
The black dots hanging in the horizon are three converged fleets, whose main force comes from Yinfeng Port, and the other two also patrol here for many years.
Derek looked silently at the moving fortress, but it still seemed small in contrast to the towering gray and white branches. The shadow cast by the giant tree was like the current situation this land was facing at this moment - hope was slim, he only looked at that direction for a moment, and then sighed lightly.
Derek shook his head, while the elected people around him were still discussing the messengers of the messengers, and his words came into his ears without falling.
"That's the twelve-colored iris, there are so many silver-level people. Could it be that Heerxi is among them, right?"
"You are stupid, the dragon knight of the twelve-colored iris is in Nian Lott."
"That's Cang Gang. It seems that they are going to launch a new round of attacks."
"The offensives have become more and more frequent recently, and I heard that there are constant good news on the front line."
People whispered, and the man who seemed to have news shook his head, "I hope so."
Such scenes are not uncommon in the place of Ninimel, although this was only a corner of the southern dense forest of Linnorel.
The "death epidemic" spread and spread throughout the hills of giant trees in just less than half a year. The Star Gate's recruitment order took effect three months ago and has continued to this day. During this period, almost the entire second division has moved.
Since the elves of the Ragnar Royal Court rejected most of the aid, the Saint Selected almost gathered at the front lines of Ninimer and Nianlot.
However, it seems that some unknown change is happening here, but change may not be a good thing. In the past, the parliament has always adhered to a cautious strategy.
The gray area has strong regenerative properties, especially the stubborn "death epidemic" in the Ninimeer area. What made these people change their strategies? Those old guys will not be easily shaken.
The unshaven man thought to himself.
He actually didn't need to verify. He guessed roughly what happened since he left Silver Wind Harbor, but was he pursuing simple justice? Derek asked himself and shook his head.
He took a last look in that direction, pressed his hat and walked forward.
But when entering an alley, seven or eight people blocked him from front to back. The tall man in the lead raised his chin and looked in this direction, and said to him: "You have crossed the line, friend."
Derek seemed not surprised by this scene. He even deliberately looked at everyone present and touched his chin, "Do you know who I do for?"
"Of course we know," the other party was not surprised. "Only 48 Silver Wind Harbor, you serve the parliament, to be precise, the Disaster Investigation Department. Your minister is that Karandir, but his reputation is useless here, sir, this is the Military Control District."
"You don't look like soldiers." Derek asked back without caring.
"It has nothing to do with you," the man was a little angry. "Someone asked me to let you choose and don't meddle in other people's business, but I know that people like you probably don't listen to the unpleasant words, so I plan to make things simple."
"indeed."
"That's easy," the tall man grinned. "That gentleman is just a suggestion, but in fact I have a simpler solution. After all, I don't ask you to be aware of things. It's better to go with us. This is not an invitation, but you have to do so."
Derek looked up and saw that although the intertwined war had plowed the Ninimer front line into a hellish scene, it was still far from the front line.
In the rear, the Saints and Aboriginal mercenaries gathered here have transformed this place into a town with a very lifelike atmosphere, but the temporary settlements are inevitably messy.
The complex alleys are as dense as spider webs, and the direction inward is an endless and strict military camp. It is impossible to continue to take a step forward.
What's more, there are seven or eight people blocking him here.
"It seems you are here with a clear understanding," Derek was not happy or sad. "You are not worried about what anyone will notice after I disappear?"
"Of course someone will know the gentleman," the man also smiled a little gloomy. "You are a smart person and you know very well the participants behind this game, so why bother asking this more. I might as well remind you that some people are always paying attention to the situation here. If you plan to use any tricks, you don't have to."
"A silver level," Derek nodded, "You guys are really good at it. I know my level very well, so I don't plan to resist in vain, but I'm just a little curious, when did you notice me?"
"Since you left Silver Wind Harbor, the case came to the famous minister. You really thought we would ignore you, Mr. Derek," the man shook his head, "It is not necessarily a good thing for those who do your business to be too famous."
Derek smiled.
In other words, these people have expected it from the beginning, and the other party is well versed in the parliamentary procedures, which in itself is enough to illustrate the problem.
He doesn't need to verify, but sometimes seemingly irrelevant information can also point to the correct logic.
Derek thought for a moment and raised his hand lightly, "Okay, at least there is no stubbornness in my character. It is not my usual style to do it even though I know it cannot."
He looked at the other party, "But when do you plan to detain me until the end of the plan for Ninimel?"
The man jumped, then his eyes turned gloomy and his face became a little ugly. He warned word by word: "There will be a mistake. You are too smart, yours."
"I didn't say anything."
The man calmed down again, probably because he realized that even if the other party guessed something, he could not effectively pass the information.
But he didn't dare to say anything more. This famous hyena outside had a stunning sense of smell, and he was afraid that too much would lead to mistakes.
Although he had the means to put the other party under house arrest, he did not intend to cause trouble. He waved his hand and said, "Take him away."
A crowd of people surrounded him, Derek let these people hold him down, but his heart was like a mirror. Sometimes he would answer if he didn't answer, and the other person's face said everything.
He smiled without a trace.
...
At No. 41, Wufeng District, Miss Elf was pushing the door open as always, packing up her things gracefully, and then putting her daily information on the table - there were investigation reports on various disasters, official documents from parliament, notices from other departments, executive orders, and a thick stack.
The official documents of routine business in the past have been gradually replaced by more and more disaster reports. People are clearing out gray areas everywhere, but gray areas are still becoming more and more.
When the 'death epidemic' spread further, spreading from the edges of the forest to civilized areas, swallowing up farmland, villages and towns, and causing losses, twisted creatures roaming the wilderness, and the tone of the official documents became serious day after day.
However, after seeing it for too much, it became numb. The giant tree hill lost almost one-third of its land in just half a year. It was almost difficult to detect the seriousness of the situation when looking back. However, when looking back, I found that a vacuum area of ​​thousands of kilometers had been formed between the Ninimer's area and the Nightingale Forest.
A large number of settlements fell, and refugees were flooding like a tide, gathering in the north and west of Sangxiak, causing a large number of public security issues. The Ministry of Administration is in a state of great difficulty. The Disaster Investigation Department is relatively relaxed, but it is only relative.
In addition, the remaining small part is news from outside the giant tree hill, such as the observation points of Silver Chain Island remind the parliament to be careful of the abnormal movements of the Empire Fleet.
The report from the foreign affairs department mentioned the progress of the war between the Oshu people and the Grand Parliament. The war is still confusing, but the parliament is not as united as before. The army gathered by the empire is moving towards the rainforest in an orderly manner. In other words, the Oshu people may win the war.
But no one has the leisure to care about the situation of the empire far away in the sky. Even their nemesis, the Kaolin people, were trapped in trouble. The war between the north and the south was in chaos, not to mention the more remote people of the giant tree hills.
Lilithel placed these reports one by one in a variety of categories, put the important ones on it and the unimportant ones aside. She checked them carefully and then returned to her position after confirming that they were correct.
About half an hour later, a certain elf scholar came late. Karandil hung his coat on the hanger beside the door, and he had time to tease the weather today:
"What a heavy rain, this should be the first rain since the gray disaster. The 'death epidemic' has changed the ecology of the holy tree and even affected the climate."
The Elf Miss looked at him and replied indifferently: "Good morning, Mr. Karandil."
"Good morning, Lilysel," Karandil came to his desk, glanced at the table, and naturally crossed the disaster reports - it was not that he was indifferent to it, but that he could not do anything about it.
The disaster in the report had already happened and turned into black and white numbers. He personally had no "force" and could not change the reality of the spread of gray areas.
Instead of making your mood worse, it is better to skip it. Anyway, statistics are not the responsibility of the investigation department. They are only responsible for paying attention to those abnormal expansion and newly generated gray areas.
"Where is Derek's letter?"
"On the top of the third document on your right hand," Miss Lilithel replied.
Karandil picked up the letter without even having to confirm whether the sealing wax was intact, he took apart, looked at it for a while, and then put the letter back on the table.
"The Information Department has reviewed this letter." Miss Elf glanced at him and reminded.
"I know this," the elf shook his head, "Derick was in trouble. He actually had the answer when he left the Oak Hills."
The Elf Miss looked at him with a little curiosity.
Karandil looked at his assistant lady, "No wonder, this letter naturally didn't write anything, it was just a letter he sent to report his safety before arriving at Devinsh, otherwise it wouldn't have been sent here."
“…”
"The real information is implicit after this letter," Karandil replied, "Who can quietly let the unicorn saints disappear in Silver Wind Harbor, and even have something to do with the Holy White Tree Heart, which is no longer as before."
"Do you mean those people have internal support in Silver Wind Harbor, Mr. Minister?" Lilithel frowned. She looked around and stood up and walked to the window and pulled down the window page. Then she turned around and asked seriously: "But you can't say this. There are not many people who are able to sign the pass, including us - the Disaster Investigation Department."
Karandil shook his head: "Don't worry, those people know this well. Since they dare to let Mr. Derek disappear, they naturally won't worry about the outspoken news."
He shook the letter lightly, "This is a warning in itself."
"warn?"
"Warning us not to interfere," Karandir replied, "They are not worried about the investigation department, but me."
Lilithel was still a little confused, but she knew her boss well. If she asked, the other party would be more proud.
So she chose to keep silent.
Seeing this, Karandil had to answer: "They were worried that Derek and I would not follow the rules, but don't worry about them..." He smiled, "You might as well see what information Derek left us."
The Elf Miss looked at him, "Didn't you say that there is nothing in this letter?"
Karandil smiled and picked up the letter again, "Some information does not necessarily need to be transmitted through text, this letter actually contains two kinds of information."
"The first level is the old guy's inference, he believes that the disappearance of the Saint must be related to something on the Ninimeer front."
Seeing the Elf Miss looking at her, Karandil continued to answer: "Derick and I made an agreement to contact each other in one cycle. Starting from Devinshu, the only place to reach the Ninimel Front in the next cycle is the reason why he chose to send a letter from here."
"And the second level of information is very simple," the elf looked at the ordinary text on the letter again, "It is confirmation, and confirmation does not require a message. No information itself is also a confirmation."
“What to confirm?”
"Confirm that he has encountered trouble at the Ninimer front, and trouble is a proof that his inference is highly likely to be correct."
The Elf Scholar turned around, "So, is there any news about the recent over there?"
"There are some," Lilysel pointed to the direction of his elbow, "Parliament is currently planning a counterattack against the disaster branch, and the front-line offensive is much more fierce than last month."
"Do you think this is abnormal, Lilysel?" Karandil asked back.
"This..." The Elf Miss hesitated for a moment and shook her head. She didn't know if this was abnormal or not, "But this doesn't mean anything."
"No, this can show that no event exists in isolation. Lilysel, in this world, there are often universal connections between things. The key is that you need to learn to find this connection," Karandir shook his head gently. "The dispute between the parliament and the rosy king court is an open fact. They are eager to achieve success and hope to open a key hole in the mistakes of the Saint White Woodland. In the past few months, Silver Wind Watchers have known you and I have all known the attacks on the Saint Maids."
"This is one, but only the opponent's mistakes are not enough. The parliament itself has to make a difference, and the victory of the 'death epidemic' is undoubtedly the best propaganda method, which is the second."
"So the inaction of the Saints, the Ninimer Front, and the inner respondents of the Silver Port, and the Parliament's inaction in both cases, this chain itself can be established."
"It's just not solid enough," replied Karandir, "thus Derek needs to find reliable evidence, and his disappearance is a kind of evidence in itself, and the strength of the old guy is obvious to all. Who can make him disappear quietly on the Ninimer front?"
The Elf Miss said nothing, as if she was thinking about the meaning behind it.
"So we can assume boldly," the elf scholar tapped the table. "The old guys' plan is to use the traits of the Holy White Tree and the Unicorn Girl to plan for Ninimel. They should have a certain degree of success. This is a good thing to kill two birds with one stone. If they win against Ninimel, on the one hand, they can boost the prestige of the parliament, and on the other hand, they can also use this to attack the Holy Maiden Association."
He analyzed the whole incident almost completely, and Lilyser looked up at him: "So what is the Minister planning to do? To close the case?"
Karandil looked at the other person with a little exaggerated expression: "Dear assistant lady, you are a little lacking in empathy. Don't you plan to give justice to those poor girls?"
Lilysel was unmoved and asked lightly: "So our empathetic minister intends to openly question the parliament?"
Karandil shook his head, "It's not that simple, Lilysel, when you get to my position, you will understand that it is a malfeasance for people like us to talk about justice and ideals."
Seeing that his assistant lady rolled her eyes, Karandir didn't care, but asked, "Do you still remember those people?"
"Those people?"
Karandil clicked the desktop with his hands.
Some people have forgotten something, but for the Disaster Investigation Department, the investigation results of elite disaster branches are very clear.
Someone brought the seed into Silver Wind Harbor, which was the missing Holy White Tree Heart. In an earlier period, the same people used the same method to make the gray area break through the barrier of Silver Wind Harbor.
Earlier, Ninimer was actually planted artificially in the same way.
The common evidence behind these two points to the same group of people. There is no doubt that some people are deliberately spreading the gray area. So will these people help them overcome the gray area?
The answer is no.
"But the Council overlooked this," replied the Elf. "You should be clear that the Disaster Investigation Department has submitted relevant investigation reports more than once, but they are all in the sea."
"Because someone has taken this 'best opportunity', defeating Ninimer can bring rich political returns, and the interests are too dazzling that the threat hidden in the shadows is ignored."
"You think this might be a conspiracy?"
"No, we have no evidence," Karandir still shook his head, "and the public has formed a blind voice. The lives of those poor girls can no longer arouse anything. We must prepare for both."
"The name Erwin has been in Silver Port for three hundred years. The family motto tells its descendants that taking a desperate bet will inevitably lead to a bleak ending," said Karandil. "I have a bad premonition, but since it is difficult to change, I must reserve a way out for it in advance to prevent the worst outcome."
Lilysel seemed to be completely unsurprising: "So what do I need to do?"
"Go and help me meet someone," Karandir replied, "We need to rely on external forces, and hope that the Holy Maiden is not as ruthless as we are to our people."
The Elf Miss alerted and looked at him: "You want me to leave Silver Wind Harbor."
Karandil shook his head: "The parliament has formed a unified voice. If they did not know us, it means that a mere disaster investigation department is nothing. The name Erwin behind me may be a bit important, but once I move my whole body, once I stand up in this name, there will be no room for maneuver."
"I'm not worried about room for anything, but I'm worried that the worst will still happen, so your step is crucial to me and we have to get help from outside."
"This is not just for the Disaster Investigation Department, or my family, or even those few lost lives. Behind it, there is probably the entire giant tree hill."
Karandil looked at his assistant lady: "So do you understand?"
Miss Lilithel Seraphael was silent for a moment and nodded, "I understand, who should I go to see, and it is impossible for me to see that saint's crown prince at this time."
"Elyn Iron Heart," replied Karandil, "You go find him, and he will take you to see the Holy Maiden."
Chapter completed!