Tess dangled in front of Norvi, unable to distract the elves from the moldy, moth-eaten pages.

She really shouldn't have let him go to some hellish library.

The things that Norway had dug up from a corner of Branty's library in surprise seemed to Tess to be innocent moans. They were poems left by the elves who once lived in the north, and the recorder was a human who was so moved by them that he wrote them down from memory—translated in the lingua franca.

Norway was well aware that this would lead to many misunderstandings, but it was already the closest thing he could find to that history. At least one name appears unmistakably over and over again in different psalms.

Miaz-Weiss, the light of the far north, was once bathed in glory, a proud and beautiful city.

But those songs are the lamentations of the elves.

The recorder was a priest of Anduhe, who allowed him to understand the language of the elves. On the night he described, the elves were perched in the forest on the banks of the river. The priest who stumbled upon them initially only dared to peer in the grass from afar, spiking on those glorious and graceful beings who were second only to the gods to humans at the time. But the elves soon spotted him. To his surprise, he was not driven away, but was invited for the first time.

"We're all travelers at this moment. The elf who invited him just told him so simply. But their mournful singing explains it all. For some reason they had to leave their homeland and go to the far south. The old garden that they left behind still tugs at their heartstrings.

"Light in the light, darkness in the dark......" Norway muttered. "I don't understand this. ”

"Because it's not something that can be figured out in the first place!" said Tess angrily, but she didn't dare to snatch the mutilated papers from the elves' hands, they looked like they would shatter at the slightest touch, and the elves would definitely be angry with her for this.

"The reason I heard before that the Sunstrider Elves left the Far Northern Light was because their population had dwindled dramatically, and they could no longer resist the Orcs, who still occupied much of the area. Norway was unfazed by Tess's words, "I thought it was because the elves lost a big battle...... But there is no mention of war in these songs!"

The singing of the elves under the moon is not as profound as many humans think. Especially the older elves, who sang plainly about their joys and sorrows. It's even bolder than human imagination.

Norvi didn't know if the nameless recorder had deliberately translated the simple sentence so secretly, but the sadness was still real and deep.

His head began to ache dullly. Close your eyes, the dead abandoned in the dark, angry words on the walls. Emerge again.

A gentle knock on the door reached his ears, and Tess rushed to open it.

"Welcome!" she cried out before the door opened, "whoever you are!"

Borena, who received an unexpected welcome, was slightly stunned.

"I'm sorry, but it might be rude to visit the ladies at this time......" he said politely, but was immediately interrupted by Tess.

"Not at all!" Tess happily dragged him through the door, so strange that Borena almost wanted to change his mind and run away.

"Please come in, don't care, she's just glad someone came to interrupt me. Norway smiled wryly and said, "And." Please, don't call me 'ma'am' at such times. He tore off the turban he hadn't bothered to take off, tossed it aside, and quickly took off the long dress.

"Is there anything I can do to help?" he asked.

What Borena asked surprised Norvi.

The monster he killed in the Tomb of the Headless Oni. It's a kind of imp from hell.,Aside from being good at confusing souls.,It's not too powerful.。 But even so, it is obviously not easy for a necromancer to summon and imprison it there to watch over the house. He'd already told Borena about that, but at the moment. Borena inquired in detail about mind control, but Norway didn't know much about it.

He's an elf. Born with some resistance to similar spells, it seems not so necessary to study them, but there is still some knowledge of them.

"Although it is generally assumed that no one other than a necromancer can use mind control spells...... But in fact it is not. He said, "It's true that this spell is forbidden, but you don't need to make any deal with hell to use it, some mages...... Even some pastors are able to use it after learning and training, but will change the name to make it sound less evil. ”

"If a person is controlled...... Can anyone else see it?" asked Borena.

“...... All I can tell you is that in what I've seen, people who are controlled usually have glazed eyes, as if they have lost themselves, or their souls have been taken to another world, and their bodies are manipulated. That's not usually as flexible as he usually is. "But I've also heard of people who are so subtle that they can manipulate human consciousness so that they feel that everything they do is what they want to do, but in fact they are unconsciously hinted at...... It was more of a craft than the power of magic. ”

Borena's eyes lit up, and it seemed that this was good news for him: "Is anyone really going to do this?"

"I heard about it, not what I saw it. "I can't be sure. ”

But it seemed like enough for Borena: "But is it at least possible?"

Norway couldn't understand the relief in his tone, but nodded anyway, "Why did you suddenly ask about this?"

"It's just ......," Borena replied vaguely, "something suddenly came to mind." ”

Something less brutal and makes him more acceptable. Although Ethan will definitely scoff at it, all kinds of sarcasm.

"So, how can you get rid of the control?" he asked, with some urgency.

Norway shook his head apologetically: "To be honest, I don't know much about this. A priest or mage's elimination spell should do the trick. If it is a spell, it must also have a certain amount of time, and when the spell fails, the control will naturally be lifted, or ......" he remembered Haryat and said uncertainly: "You can try it by slamming the head of the person who is being controlled." ”

Borena's serious nod made Norway feel a little uneasy: "Maybe knocking on the head is not a good idea." And if it's not a spell, it's a hint...... I don't know, maybe only the one who imposes the hint can lift. ”

“...... But that can always be lifted, doesn't it?" asked Borena.

"Of course. Norway replied with a smile, "The soul of every living being is unique, and apart from that life itself, even the gods, cannot be completely controlled. ”.

Ethan didn't raise half of his mouth to throw him a self-explanatory mockery, as Borena had expected, but stared at him silently, calmly spitting out one perfect smoke ring after another. That made Borena a little fidgety.

"So, what do you think?" he broke the silence and stubbornly demanded an answer.

Ethan nodded indifferently: "It's possible." ”

Borena was stunned for a moment, a heartfelt smile bloomed on his face, joy and relief gleamed stupidly in the traces carved by each strip of time, and for a moment Ethan felt as if he had seen the simple and happy young man he had seen twenty years ago.

The light that was both envied and hated, even after being eroded by shadows and blood, did not fade away, leaving Ethan without knowing whether to rejoice or regret.

"But I sincerely hope that your speculation is based on facts and not on naïve hopes. "And understand that it's just a possibility." If it's all a necromancer's conspiracy, that's fine, I don't mind being a hero, but if not, Borena Dejuri, you can't back down no matter how much blood is shed. If you dare to turn around and run away when it's time again, I swear I'll be the next one to kill you, and you know, I'll never miss a shot. ”

He stared at the other man closely, and made every word clear in a calm tone, not letting go of the trembling of the finest lines of every muscle on Borena's face, every bit of changing brilliance in his eyes, and satisfactorily confirming the last firmness.

Nigel stepped out of the temple and unhappily tightened his cloak in a cold wind that rushed towards him.

The dark brown woollen cloak was the most inconspicuous of all his clothes - he could not stalk people in a striking white robe in the middle of the night. Even with no experience, he still has this bit of common sense.

During the day, he had not been entirely without hesitation when he brought the priest of Nesses into the temple of Anduhe. The temple is the domain of the gods in this world, and is not subject to the control of any king, but they are in the land of Anktann after all, and if they are found to have so openly disobeyed the orders of His Majesty......

But now, he's convinced he's done the right thing.

Ever since Miaz Weiss returned from his mission, he had always felt that something was not quite right around him, as if someone was always spying on him in the dark. For a while he had told himself that it was just some delusion of being watched by Fili Zeri and others who doubted him for too long in the Elven Ruined City, but tonight, the figure that was disappearing into the street might prove that his "delusion" was not without reason.

He thought of the mysteries in the Elven Abandoned City that he had not yet found answers to, and even the High Priest had been frowning, and his heart was slightly uneasy.

Of course, it was not possible for Anduch's priest to be in the company of a necromancer—it was more likely that one of his companions was secretly associated with the royal court or nobles of Llewellyn.

The High Priest neither approved nor forbade this, and Nigel didn't bother to bother with it, but he didn't want to get involved in any trouble without knowing it.

(To be continued)