Griffith once suspected that the girl in front of him ran away from home because of her rebellious character or because she wanted to prove herself. This is how the two got to know each other. Like many stories, it originated from the pursuit of freedom. It was a beautiful story.
coincidence.
However, after repeated thinking afterwards, a series of events and excessive coincidences gave him some new guesses. A more reasonable guess is that he has certain characteristics or meets certain conditions, attracting Galadia and clues related to her.
Came over.
"There is something I don't understand," Griffith lowered his voice, "Even if you didn't go to conquer the goblins, I would have met you in Homemonworth and show up here today, wouldn't I?"
"Then we won't be so familiar. Do you dare to talk to me after entering the school? Without me, you will die in the Whispering Forest. You will have nothing to do here today, and I will not get supplies and reinforcements. Moreover, I suspect,
If you weren't familiar with me, you might not have been sent here."
Miss Elf looked at Griffith seriously, sending shivers down his spine.
So, so, what, it is really possible that the governor of Canaan wanted to kill me, and then caused the current situation by some combination of circumstances...
"Although Iluvash's prophecy is obscure and vague, it has been respected by the world for thousands of years!" Galadia suddenly pinched the back of Griffith's hand hard, "Hey~ why did we start chatting? Pay attention,
The surrounding environment began to change."
The world shrouded in rust, charred black and dust began to peel off the ashes and dilapidation on the surface at a speed visible to the naked eye. The dilapidated villages, dilapidated streets, and fields regained color little by little, and re-entered the tranquil state under the ashes in the sky.
"Thirteen minutes, from the beginning to the end of the last transformation," Galadia walked out of the hiding place cautiously, "The monster suddenly appeared around us without any call at the beginning of the transformation. It may be because he has a relationship with this kind of alien.
The elephants coexist. Now that the vision is over, he may not appear."
“Well, how are you sure it’s thirteen minutes? Didn’t you bring nothing?”
“I’m counting my heartbeats while talking to you!” The elf girl shook her finger, “It’s so awesome! The protagonist of the story doesn’t dare to go out if he doesn’t know this skill.”
The village is still empty under the setting sun.
The two came to the village hall square and found a very neatly organized bulletin board. There seemed to be faint and subtle voices in this place that was supposed to be silent, which was blurry and unrecognizable.
Griffith almost subconsciously held his breath to listen carefully to what the vague words were saying.
"Don't listen, don't meditate, don't use your mental power to observe," the elf girl gave him a squeeze on his shoulder, "I'm here to do this. If there is an accident, at least one person will not be affected. A copy of the notice appeared on the bulletin board
Notice, let’s go take a look.”
In rural towns and villages, news brought by messengers and traders will be delivered to the village chief, who will then announce it through a notice board in front of the village hall.
In this deserted village, a piece of semi-new papyrus was nailed to the bulletin board. The edges of the paper were not worn and the handwriting was very clear.
“Notice.
“After a long negotiation, the fate of our Xiluo Village finally turned around today.
“The dam construction proposal has been approved by the preliminary review. In order to maintain prosperity and wealth forever, officials plan to move the village to a fertile plain.
“The village meeting will be held tomorrow, and all respected villagers are invited to vote for the future of the village. This vote is related to the relocation plan and compensation policy, and is a major event related to the future of everyone.
“Hail to the kind and generous King and to the wise [unrecognizable] Your Excellency!
“Village Chief Kang Ming Vlad.
“[The date is illegible and illegible]”
While reading the notice, Griffith seemed to hear bursts of jubilant shouts, as if the villagers who once lived here also gathered in front of the notice and rejoiced at the news.
Galadia rubbed her forehead, and her already fair face became even paler. She held Griffith's arm tightly and looked around uneasily.
"What's wrong?"
"No, it's nothing," Galadia almost leaned on her companion, "Did you hear anything?"
“It seemed like the villagers were cheering,” Griffith nodded. “It sounds like everyone is very happy about the move.”
Galadia is not in a good state. She seems to have been listening and then heard a not-so-good sound. If you are unlucky, the listener may be traumatized by mysterious emotions, will and power in the process.
As the administrative center of this small village, the village office is just a few bungalows made of wooden boards and stone bricks. The roof and walls are still intact, and the wooden floors are flat and neat. There are a few tables and chairs in the main hall connected to the entrance.
There are also bookshelves with open volumes and tea sets filled with water.
"The location where the sealed object we entered is downstream of a dam. What we see now is the Xiluo Village before it was submerged. It has been more than five years since the Tuyang Dam was built. Everything we see is
A phantom that existed in the past?" Griffith flipped through the account books on the table, "I can't see the specific date, but judging from the content, the village is still functioning normally. There are also records of crop harvests and transactions, but there are no dates."
“Were the people in the village swept away by the flood? No, this is impossible,” Galadia said to herself while checking the bookshelf, “I have never heard of such a tragedy happening in your kingdom in the past ten years.”
There are countless possibilities for the formation of sealed objects, and specific methods can be used to deactivate specific sealed objects. According to the general knowledge of occult science, for sealed objects that project a field, the cause is often a long-term collective subconscious of the residents.
Or the lost spiritual power of local creatures, unlocking the unspoken secrets is the most effective way.
Griffith checked the rooms one by one. Behind the main hall were the kitchen and the lounge. There were no people or signs of fighting. Galadia followed closely beside her companions, carefully watching for any hidden traps or magic circles.
.
The last room was like a warehouse. Judging from the exterior structure of the house, it occupied a large area. Griffith reached out and pushed the door. There seemed to be something holding on the door.
“Be careful.” Griffith took out the ax from his waist and struck at the door. A huge hole was opened in the wooden door.
Several red objects passed through the broken cracks and fell to the ground with a plop.
Galadia turned her head hastily and covered her mouth with nausea.
These are the corpses of five strong men. Their skin and hair have been torn off, and the flesh on their chests and lower abdomen has been twisted into a ball. The blood has dried, and the exposed teeth, eyes and nasal cavity are twisted and ferocious.
Griffith bent down and endured the intense discomfort to conduct an inspection. The victim's clothes were missing, most of the skin had been brutally peeled off, and there were still some skin fragments left after pulling on the fingers, toes and other parts.
One of them wore a ring inlaid with magic crystals, and the other two had silver necklaces with ID tags around their necks. Their names were engraved on the rings and ID tags.
Griffith took back the victim's belongings, recalled the information before departure, turned around and patted Galadia who couldn't bear to look at the scene: "They were not investigators sent before me, they might have been earlier.
The team includes a mage, a knight, a trainee knight and two assistants without identification marks. I found the identification marks of three people from them."
“Is there anything else in the warehouse?” Galadia frowned, still unable to look directly at the skinned corpse on the ground.
Griffith pushed open the broken wooden door and looked into the warehouse.
This is a room where miscellaneous items are placed. There are empty brackets for bows and arrows or shovels and hoes on the wooden shelves. The items on the shelves have disappeared.
Griffith turned around and took off the mage's ring and handed it to Galadia. She poured a little spiritual power into it and said while sensing: "The records and information in the ring have been erased. I suspect that he is from a nearby town.
A mage, otherwise I wouldn’t be able to lead people..."
The elf's whisper suddenly stopped and he looked out the window in panic.
Outside the dimly lit room, a figure was lying on the window. His face was pressed against the glass, and his face looked like a little black man who had been burnt to char. He looked at each other with the two people in the room, and slowly grinned.
Open the corners of your mouth, revealing your pale teeth.
Galadia opened her eyes wide and took two steps back, bumping into Griffith's shoulder. The latter rushed out like a cheetah and jumped towards the low window sill.
“Bang!” The glass windows and wooden window edges were shattered by the impact, which was particularly harsh in the silent dusk.
Griffith jumped out of the window and reached out to grab the black human figure.
The black human figure that was by the window just now has disappeared, as if what he just saw was just a phantom and disappeared with the shattering of the glass.
“Slow down, wait for me!” Galadia also jumped out and grabbed the arm of her companion who was about to pursue her. “Don’t scatter.”
The broken glass fell to the ground with a clank, and the surrounding environment returned to silence.
"The inside of the sealed object has different rules and clues from the outside world. The corpses we find may trigger a clue leading to the answer." Galadia moved closer to her companions, "Next, nearby
We may find the remaining memories of the sealed items."
As soon as he finished speaking, a shadowy black human figure suddenly appeared next to the two of them. They were all black as if they had been burned, shrinking into a small ball. Dots of red light appeared and disappeared on them, as if they had not yet seen it.
Extinguished sparks.
These human figures walked past the two of them, leaving behind traces of sparks and ashes blown up by the wind, and gathered in front of the village hall.
“Come quickly.” Galadia grabbed Griffith’s hand and ran over with the weird humanoid figure.
This seems to be the first time we hold hands! Well, there was no tightening at the dance. Griffith's brain was suddenly illuminated by lightning, and his whole body became excited. The elf girl's hands were so slender and smooth that it was unimaginable that they could be pulled apart
Strong bow.
It should be released through magic power to assist the force. This feels really good. A mess of thoughts came to Griffith's head.
The wonderful touch on his skin made him overjoyed. However, the good times were always so short, and Galadia soon let go of her hand, which made him feel disappointed.
Behind them, the glass window that had just been smashed had been restored to its original state at some point, as if nothing had happened.
The notice board standing at the entrance of the village hall has another page of notices.
“Missing Person Notice.
“Village chief Kang Ming Vlad has disappeared.
“Mr. Enaze Viktim is searching with the village chief’s family. We are all very concerned about the safety of the old village chief. Villagers who have seen the village chief in the past day are asked to inform the village office immediately.
“The disappearance of the village chief will not affect the voting of the village meeting. All villagers are asked to gather at the Dilong Altar at 6 o’clock tomorrow night.