"Wouldn't the monster's target be Harandil?" Griffith asked.
Galadia shook her head: "Pilotis noticed the official suspicion and tried to escape. The investigators launched a pursuit, and Melrose, whom you met once in Canaan, was personally responsible and almost captured her.
"However, she revealed her true form during the battle, an alien life form with a humanoid outline, but six sharp insect tentacle-like limbs growing behind her shoulders. Although the pursuit force had powerful manpower and equipment, they still failed to leave any trace.
she.
"Since then, Pilotis has disappeared from our sight and has been hidden.
"Canaan has been carefully investigating the truth behind it.
"At first, Melrose suspected that she was related to the belief in the dream god that was spreading in Canaan, but the knowledge about the monsters in the twisted dimension inspired him to make a more startling guess - this mysterious woman disguised as a half-elf is likely to come from us.
Beyond this world is something we know very little about.
"Why is she hiding with Harandil? Where does she come from and what is her purpose?
"Harandil, who is closely related to her, is also a focus of attention."
"Emmm..." Griffith, immersed in thought, responded, "Then, how does this relate to me?"
Galadia said: “During the subsequent investigation and surveillance, Arlan’s investigators noticed that Roland showed unusual concern for Harandil.
"At that time, Roland was still developing swamps and barren mountains in Qiming County, Sebasto. When he learned about the events in Canaan through some means, he immediately got in touch with my cousin and got first-hand information. He
The focus on the troll ruins under the Turan Swamp may have started at that time.
"After we experienced the adventure of Belomon Ruins and the Canaan incident together, Arran naturally connected you, the Troll Ruins, Roland and Harandil and paid attention to it."
She is indeed the daughter of the governor of Canaan. The intelligence clues she has are completely different from mine... Griffith admired in his heart. With the full assistance of official resources, he noticed that Roland, Harandil and Griffith
The relationship with Riffes was a matter of time.
Galadia continued: "Roland has been very careful to maintain contact with you. Until recently, he suddenly and openly held talks with you and Harandil, which was really unexpected by mother. It is more reasonable.
The explanation should be that Roland realized that certain things had reached a point where it was urgent to delay and started to take action.
"Griffith, do you know anything about Pelotis?"
"Okay," Griffith spread his hands, "but I'm not familiar with Harandil, and this is the first time I've heard about Pelotis."
"I think you will get along with her soon. Roland is a fool who doesn't understand love, but he still has brains~" Galadia said unsatisfiedly, probably thinking of Tidwigi and Roland.
"Congratulations!"
"What are you congratulating me for?" Griffith felt that there was something in his words.
"I feel that in the not-too-distant future, you will gain a new good friend~" Miss Elf glanced at him and stretched out her fingers to count them, "Besides elves, humans, trolls, and mermaids, you are with someone else.
The girl who breeds an unknown creature has become a good friend~ As expected of you!"
Griffith became anxious and jumped up from his chair, shouting without hesitation: "Aslanta and I are just acquaintances!"
He regretted saying these words. Galadia's reaction was faster than lightning:
"What——! What is that Miss Mermaid? I'll hit you!"
…
Sea of Tranquility, 7pm.
Passengers on the Typhon came to the restaurant one after another to prepare for dinner.
This is a magic-blessed speedboat with a small crew but luxurious decorations. It is specially designed to perform special missions for important people in the elves.
Although Griffith dressed up as Miss Laura, he did not forget to wear the double swords and Judgment under his cloak. In a situation like this that may be dangerous at any time, he cannot be careless for a moment. If there is
If anyone doubts and asks, he will blatantly ignore or fool him.
He and Galadia came to the restaurant together, and it was his habit to pull out the chair at the table for Miss Elf. Fortunately, the waiter on the ship had already acted in advance, averting the puzzling crisis.
Harandil was chatting with Alyosha across the long dining table. The two huddled at the far end of the dining table, talking like old acquaintances, very intimately. Griffith listened for a while, but found that the two people were talking completely.
Everyone talks about their own things, just like a shit shovel chatting with a cat.
The sea breeze outside must be very cold, and the waiters have already insulated the main cabin and aisle, making it very comfortable.
Erza arrived at the restaurant on time and sat opposite Griffith and to the left of Galadia. She was tall and slender, with long fiery red hair tied into a ponytail and swaying. She wore a dark outfit with thin material, which suited her well.
The air in the cabin is slightly stuffy.
Griffith was doing nothing, and his eyes inevitably fell on the Huntress who walked into the cabin. The upright and elegant facial features and the passionate eyes were so eye-catching. The sound of his long boots on the floor was like music.
Usually echoes in the heart.
Griffith hurriedly withdrew his gaze, focused on Miss Elf, and patted his face hard at the same time.
Not long after, another person walked into the restaurant. This was a solemn elf, wearing a silver crown, gorgeous and capable clothes, but his eyes were as melancholy as if he was carrying an unbearable burden. He was a collector from Canaan.
Amon.
Amon saw that there were people sitting on both sides of Galadia, so he had to come to Erza's side, bowed slightly to say hello to everyone, and then said to the huntress: "Do you mind?"
"Of course not, please sit down." Erza nodded nonchalantly.
The elf's expression was a little complicated, as if the huntress had taken his seat: "You know, I rarely interact with humans."
"Just what I wanted," Erza said with satisfaction, "I don't bite."
Amon sat down helplessly and ordered a glass of pre-dinner wine. His eyes fell on Griffith for a moment, and then he looked away indifferently.
The elves are such a weird race... Griffith and he had nothing to talk about and just ate a pudding by themselves.
When the waiters began to serve the appetizers, Melrose walked in. He was the director of psychic research and the leader of the entourage, and was probably responsible for monitoring Harandil. However, he still looked like the devil-eating person.
He looked like he had taken the terazine mixture to his head, and was in a daze. He staggered around and sat next to Griffith. He even said "huh" and asked for a warm hug on the shoulder and a few words of praise.
"You are Miss Laura? You are so beautiful, with this jade-like neck! I am going to write a short poem about this..."
Griffith kicked the chair, and Melrose, who was caught off guard, immediately rolled out with the chair.
At this time, the waiter announced the arrival of the Marquess of Kwai Mantha.
Neferti hurried over. She was dressed in a beautiful dress for a dinner party and carefully dressed up. She was among the sleepwalking elves, the knights disguised as women, the chattering half-elves and the meowing druids.
It seems extremely abrupt now.
Accompanying her was a tall and majestic male elf. He had a handsome appearance, and the colorful silk threads and patterns on his pure white high-level robes changed colors like a rainbow, giving people a very comfortable first impression. If he was
Standing there motionless, one might mistake him for a perfect sculpture, but his eyes full of strong willpower will immediately dispel this impression.
"Good evening, distinguished guests, my friends," the elf wizard said gently, "I am the high-ranking executive Ashura Brutus."
High-ranking executive officer, this is the senior commander of the elven army, responsible for the supervision and management of the war zone, and is held by elves with high status.
Griffith looked at the elf out of professional instinct, and immediately thought that his identity was probably the superior of the executive officer of Antiha who died in the incident in June 1443, and he was also the boss of Harandir.
Superior.
This is a big shot, and his status is not lower than that of Melrose and Amon. Judging from his care for the Marquis, Canaan must have put a lot of effort into inviting Neferti to accompany him.
Everyone was seated one after another, and the dinner was about to begin. Senior executive Ashura suddenly rushed before Galadia gave a speech and said:
"Please forgive my rudeness, but I have something extremely important to tell Miss Villanoy.
"I just got the news—
"Someone who was neither part of the crew nor on the guest list got in among us."
Please remember the first domain name of this book: ._