Another artifact?

Ed subconsciously looked at Is, and quickly looked away. How much truth was in this legend, which was too distant for humans, he had unconsciously become accustomed to relying on Isis to judge...... But now, he had to worry about whether his friends would be able to come back once he sank too deep into his memory.

There were so many facts to worry about, and Ed sadly felt that his gray hair would grow like an old man's sooner rather than later.

He unconsciously scratched his hair, but Iss had already spoken: "There is no such thing. And the hill giants ......"

He looked a little strange, but finally said it, albeit with indescribable disgust and a hint of embarrassment: "That thing was not created by giants...... It's a dragon. ”

This is by no means glorious history for the dragon, and therefore not recognized. The giants created by the gods were powerful, resilient, and full of intelligence, and what they created had similar forms and were not much more intelligent than monkeys—a hard time for proud dragons to accept.

They didn't know what was wrong, and they didn't have enough patience to find answers, and by that time the giants had already gone to war with the gods, and there was another excitement to see, and there were more opportunities to fish in troubled waters, the dragons quickly diverted their attention and threw down the failed attempt without hesitation, putting all the blame on a brownstone dragon, claiming that it was all the whimsical and obstinate of the curious and talkative fellow.

"This idea is indeed the proposal of the brown rock dragon...... In the end, it was the one that took away the failed creations, and even protected them so that they could survive in a barren place like the Kitts Mountains. Isis said.

Perhaps it lost its protection after its death, and the hill giants themselves had no ability to reproduce, and eventually disappeared into time without a trace.

"Doesn't that sound like that dragon is bad?" said Naria, "at least it's responsible."

“...... No, you're thinking too much. The corners of Is's mouth twitched, "It just treats them as slaves, digging for gold in the mountains - it's never them who 'love gold', it's the dragon." If there really is anything left there that has not been looted by the elves and dwarves, it will only be its treasure...... But I don't remember any special collections that were worth noting...... Unless they did dig something amazing out of the ground, and it had been carefully hiding the secret. ”

"So, are you going to make a bet?" Nia, snapping her fingers, "betting on where Tess will go." ”

"Kitts Mountains. Ed blurted out, and explained in a bit of a panic in the eyes that coincidentally cast into his gaze, "No, no, no, I'm not going to bet...... I just think...... Norway wouldn't want to bring the shadow of Ankland to his friends' homes. ”

"If only he could call the shots. Nia gestured with her hand to make a small lump, "After all, he ...... now"

"Involuntarily" in every sense.

"But that's Norvi. Ed has boundless faith in his friend, "Even if he becomes a mongoose, if it's something he doesn't want to do, Tess can't force him." ”

"Guessing back and forth like this doesn't lead to anything. "My men are still staring at them, and we'll know what they're trying to do in a few days...... Hey, really no one wants to gamble?"

"Your people?" Naria raised an eyebrow.

"Of course!" said Nia puffed up, "I, Nia Meyer, am also a great name in the free city-states to the west!"

He grew up in a theater troupe that traveled between several free city-states, and before he met Alan, he made many friends who wandered around the city, and also made friendships with the tribes that wandered the wasteland...... In the Southwest, he did have eyes and ears of his own.

Naria smiled lightly and said nothing. Ed returned to the room with a stomach full of apprehension, unconsciously groping for the delicate patterns on the surface of the silver ball, and staring in amazement at the various maps he had spread out on the table.

There was an invisible hand pulling everything, he knew, he could even guess who it was, he just wasn't sure where he was going to lead them.

“...... They'll be fine. "Obviously, they're still useful." ”

It's not a consolation—but it is.

Ed smiled wryly and nodded, forcing himself to concentrate. If they can't figure out a way on their own...... It will always be under the manipulation of others.

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Later that day, Finvi brought back news of the Starry Night Inn—he had brought Violeta straight back.

The elf's long blonde hair was braided into a loose braid and hung down behind him, and the dark gray dress looked a little old-fashioned, but it shimmered silver when he walked.

Understated, yet refined. Despite being emaciated and cold, and her face was not very good-looking, Viorita's spirits were much better than when she suddenly appeared at Ed's bedside that night, and she remained calm even when talking about Murray's disappearance.

Yes, Murray, the owner of the Starry Night Inn and the leader of Grivar's spies placed in Stunbuch, is missing.

When he left six days ago, Murray didn't tell any of the elves where he was going or what he was going to do. This is normal, so no one asks much. When there was a sudden movement in his room last night, the elves thought he had returned...... But the movement was too big.

The sword pierced through the wooden floor—the elf downstairs could even see the tip of the sword when it looked up. When they rushed into Murray's room thinking an enemy was coming, all they saw was the sword stuck in the floor.

Murray's sword was not much different from other elven swords, nor was it enchanted, except that an extremely secret position on the hilt of the sword carved a bird with wings ready to fly. However, the pattern was carved deep in the center by the blade...... It's like a sword severing a bird's wings.

There was still blood on the hilt, and there was even a small notch in the sword, but the blood was dry, and there was no sign of a fight in the room—the fight had taken place elsewhere, and only Murray's sword had returned.

No one was more familiar with the scene than Viorita.

She's been through it twice, the first time with Norvi and the second time with Lance. For the elves, this means a dishonorable and unaccountable death, but ironically, neither Norway nor Lance died.

"So he should be alive too. She said, her expression calm to the point of indifference, but there seemed to be something unusual in her eyes, "Murray Fanyu is a sword dancer...... He didn't die that easily. ”

"Feathers?" Ed repeated softly.

"He has the same surname as the elf of the Antlers Forest. "It's not surprising that there are very few of the elves' oldest family names. ”

"And I came for him. Viorita looked around, "Where is that 'Elf of the Antler Forest'?"

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