Predator, Section 3

Alice was puzzled.

The people on both sides of the battle in the distance are strange on either side.

Quintis had a vigorous gait and a sharp change in shape, almost like a leaf attached to the blade of a sword, and no matter how beautiful and decisive Richen's slashing and slashing slash was, she dodged it with ease. However, her hatchet was as good as a lumberjack.

Li Ken's swordsmanship is quite sharp, and every slash is standard and precise, as if it was directly engraved from a swordsman's canon. On the battlefield, a heavy swordsman like him could defeat at least ten, or even twenty or thirty. But his clumsy movement skills cast doubt on whether he could catch high-speed enemies - and he did.

Such a warrior should not appear in the world, because all combat skills training can be linked to each other, and it is impossible to train one aspect to be otherworldly, while in other areas it is an average bandit or even an untrained villager.

So......

[Is it because of those boots and that set of hand armor?]

Alice lowered her eyes, thinking to herself.

There is no doubt that the boots and hand armor must have been powerful enchanting tools. Their origins may be suspicious, but their power is unquestionable.

Judging from the thickness and style, it should be heavy armor, and Alice herself can't use it. But if you collect these parts for Jamila, you must be able to greatly improve her combat effectiveness. But......

Alice has not yet learned how to snatch things from people who are not hostile for no reason.

Thinking of this, she suddenly felt that everything in front of her became tasteless. The battle between two adventurers, who are distinguished by their equipment in a specific area, but are essentially three-legged cats, is really not much to watch. And they don't know how long it will take for them to decide the winner - and they can't beat one side outright.

But that doesn't mean she'll choose to do nothing - wouldn't that be a trip for nothing?

She thought for a moment, and then took a covert shot at the two of them with an invisible magic marker, which was a low-level and practical little magic that could roughly sense the direction of the target at a short distance, and it was quite hidden. As long as it's a spellcaster, there's basically no one who can't use this magic.

Alice believes that the two men should not be able to detect anything unusual.

[Retreat for the time being, there may be an accident if you do it directly, so it's better to discuss it with Jamila first.] 】

So Alice stooped down and retreated silently as she had come. No one was alarmed, and no trace was left. Even the birds in the sky were avoided by her, and the whole person fled quickly like a ghost.

She was quick to move, and it took only a short time for her to return to the hotel without being detected.

The atmosphere in the hotel is still warm.

The drinkers are still fighting, the boxers are still punching, and the Wood Elf poet is still pulling his light and joyful tavern tunes. A couple of good-looking hostesses walked delicately through the crowd with plates, and then in a flurry of teasing whistles with some manly guys.

In such a situation, Alice, who wrapped herself like a dumpling, would also attract some attention, but it did not cause much hindrance. After all, perennial tavern people are characters with a bit of eyesight. Know who you can mess with and who you can't. As for the daredevils who don't understand anything, some of them are stared at by the tavern guards - getting in the way of other people's business is no different from killing the whole family,

The only problem is...... Her seat was occupied by someone else.

[Okay, then go upstairs.] 】

She has no interest in competing for a place with others, let alone sharing a table with someone she doesn't know. Since there is no spare space, it is better to stay in a room in the inn. After all, she still has a lot to think about and a lot to do. It doesn't matter if there is a place to relax and grab a comfort drink or a tasty snack to pass the time, but since there is no such place, she will not look for any reason to stay.

Alice soon found herself in the room where she was staying.

Because of the tight renting situation, it is no longer realistic for two people to live in one room like before. They only had time to book the last room. And it also spent more money than before. The only thing that was fortunate was that there were two beds.

Jamila was already asleep. The Dark Elves curled up in a ball and wrapped themselves in the quilt like spring rolls. Perhaps because she was born in the hot province of Morrowind, Jamila was unexpectedly unable to withstand the cold. On weekdays, when I wore the bone armor made of jellyfish skin and scorpion bone shell (at least fifteen streets of steel armor that could keep warm beyond the sky), it was nothing. Once they found a place to settle down and removed their armor, they were immediately frozen into convulsive shrimp by the cold air of the morning stars and moon in the sky.

【Shrimp rolls. Why don't you try to do it next time?]

Alice tilted her head, thinking.

As if sensing inexplicable malice and crisis, Jamila suddenly frowned in her sleep. The body also shrunk a little tighter.

However, this gave Alice a very different signal,

[I knew she didn't know how to use a stove.] 】

Alice pursed her lips, shoved the small stove in the corner under Jamila's bed, and threw an extremely weakened version of the incineration into the stove, burning the coals in the furnace to the core.

Sure enough, the temperature in the room soon rose significantly. Jamila's tense body relaxed, and her expression gradually turned relaxed - it seems that the warm air can indeed have a good effect on mental relaxation.

[According to the current temperature, this kind of stove should not be a problem to last for one night, so as long as it is repaired once tomorrow morning.] 】

[Really, how did I become like her sister.] 】

The girl shook her head slightly, revealing a helpless look. Under the light of the fire, Jamila's little face gradually turned crimson, and in the haze, the long pale hair of the dark elf seemed to be dyed with a layer of pale brown color.

A gray-eyed girl with resolute eyes seemed to appear in front of Alice.

"Lydia ......"

Before the voice came out of her throat, the girl slammed into her spirit, and all the illusions of Shicai disappeared in an instant.

She lowered her eyes.

The kind, resolute, brave, and beautiful Nord maiden was no longer her attendant.

She had left Alice, in the ruins of that Loristed, under the dragon's swirling sky, and had chosen to leave when Alice needed her most.

This should be considered a betrayal, but Alice doesn't hate her, because if it were herself, she probably wouldn't have made a better choice when she was in the same position.

But that doesn't mean that such a betrayal can be forgiven.

Alice turned her head vigorously, and a crunch rang from the junction of her spine.

She then sat down in her bed. She took out her weapons one by one and maintained them with the magic of the metal control - the metal creature shimmered on her knees, some rough areas gradually smoothed, and the blades became sharper. But that wasn't enough, it wasn't enough to keep her engaged.

So she lowered her head and shifted her mind in other directions.

The first massacre was a village, the second was a lumber yard, and the few remaining cases were ordinary dwellings, which had nothing in common at all.

The ability of the people who do it is equal to that of the best scouts, and being able to dispatch such a number of warriors at the same time is nothing more than a few famous organizations in Skyrim Province. However, such a powerful warrior stared at all the shoes after the killing.

"Ann Lozemo. Alice spat out the words softly.

The Boots of Alozemo, the Arm of Alozemo, from these two names it can be concluded that there must still be other parts of Alozemo. It is for this reason that Alice's original speculation that the mysterious samurai's strange actions were for the sake of a shin-guarded treasure like the Boots of Alozemo has become a little unreliable.

Neither Gintis nor Ricken looked like people with any background. If these warriors had come for a treasure that could disguise itself, it would not have been possible to collect only the parts of the shoes and disregard the other parts.

Then, all the possibilities point to one point.

These mysterious guys. Their purpose, or one of their purposes, is to collect shoes.

This is ridiculous.

But after all other possibilities are ruled out, the most unlikely option can only be realized.

"Shoes...... Ann Rozemo ......"

Alice only felt a mess in her brain.

It was only during the day that he noticed the problem with the shoes, and at night he found clues that seemed to be very connected. If this is a coincidence, then this coincidence is too outrageous.

If this is not a coincidence, then what does it mean?

Could it be that someone is trying to use her for something, or is they simply calculating her?

Alice didn't feel like she was being used or calculated—she only felt a headache now.

There seemed to be some sound in the distance, but it was faint because it was too far away, and Alice closed her eyes and made sure that the two magic markers she had marked were in the other direction from which the sound came from.

Her eyelids suddenly became heavy, and an inexplicable tiredness suddenly hit her heart.

She felt as if she needed to get some sleep.