Early the next morning, Monia dragged her tired body out of the hotel. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Today is the day to leave the city of Mercarone, Monia did not cancel the escort mission, everyone in the group also understood that she wanted to go to the elf gathering place for further study, the itinerary will follow the predetermined route, and the journey after that will be very bumpy, but ...... That's not why Monia looks haggard.

The real reason is that the little girl didn't sleep well last night.

Last night, she shared the bed with Weina, and at first it was nothing, just some intimate jokes between girls, but after the girl fell asleep, unprecedented terror hit the little girl. In the dream, she was strangled by an octopus and told the heavens to be ineffective, and she did not wake up from the nightmare until she was finally suffocating.

Then, she knew: this was not a nightmare, but a reality.

The poor-breasted girl was like an octopus, holding her tightly in her arms with both hands and feet, resting her head on her neck, and the girl's snort irritated Monia's sensitive skin all the time. And all the little girl could do was to endure it with a red face, the strength of the warrior was far beyond what a mage could resist, and the little girl whose limbs were tightly tied had no room for resistance.

Monia finally knew why Eronica waited for her injury to heal before sleeping with Vina - it wasn't sleep at all! Rather, it acts as a pillow!

In this way, the little girl made a pillow all night and had no sleep all night.

Everyone in the mercenary group should also know the girl's bad habits, and they were not a little surprised to see the little mage with two black circles on her head, and they also thoughtfully prepared a carriage with the best plush cushions for her - it was the only carriage that could provide a little rest.

What a group of trustworthy companions......

Monia was about to sigh when she suddenly remembered that something was wrong - they knew about Wina's bad habits and pushed me out as her pillow...... Seems so, right? Shouldn't this be the case when you meet someone unladylike......

The little girl fell asleep in a clutter of thoughts.

Where is this?

Dark, damp, rancid.

The dilapidated brick walls and the dim lights paint the colors.

Where is this?

The little girl walked down the narrow corridor, her shadow stretched by the dim torch, a cold wind swept by, the fire swayed, the shadows trembled, and the shadow behind her was like a beast that chose to devour people, hiding out of sight and laughing.

And ahead lies the unknown, the unknown shrouded in a thick darkness.

If she was awake, the little girl would not choose the unknown world ahead, but now, the little girl followed her instinct and walked forward, what would be ahead, whether she would encounter danger, these thoughts were just passed in her mind, and they disappeared.

Finally, she came to the end of the darkness, in a chaotic chaos where she couldn't tell the difference between the top and the bottom, and even her own existence was unknowable. How long was it there? Is it a sand (seconds) or a long, uncountable amount of time? There is no way to know, and even consciousness is close to a blank.

In an unknowable place, in an unknowable time, she seemed to trigger something, and the chaotic world began to shake, began to turn upside down, and in the midst of a roar, she completely lost the last trace of clarity consciousness.

Then there is the opening of the eyes.

The sight is trance-like, and what catches the eye is light, dim light, artificial light. Before she could regain her gaze, she heard low sobs, bursts of whispering.

Gradually, gradually, consciousness gradually became sober.

With a slight doubt, she looked up, and the sight before her was shocking and speechless.

It was a group of girls huddled in a cage, all unclothed and covered in scars, staring in the direction of the little girl with their big eyes that should have been shining but dull, trembling like a herd of lambs waiting for the arrival of the beasts.

They are all extremely beautiful, with delicate facial features, smooth long hair pouring down like flowing water, and no trace of fat figures...... Even though they don't have gorgeous clothes, let alone expensive jewelry, and they don't even have a minimum of good mental outlook, they still have a pitiful and delicate beauty.

The little girls know why, just because they are elves.

The elves are the life created by the primordial elves based on themselves, and regardless of their power, they are the same "near-gods" as the dragon in terms of life level, and they are the most beautiful species in the world. Since the time of the old gods, when the old gods destroyed the elven empire with thunder and fire, this proudest and proudest beauty of the elves has become the original sin of the elves due to the lack of strength.

They were hunted and killed, and even sold, until now, the old god turtle is cowering in a corner of the continent, the trade of elves is still legal, and the suffering of the elves is still not over.

This is a microcosm of the elves' suffering on the continent.

The little girl watched them silently, listening to their desperate and even numb weepings—she had been caught by the hunters several times by just one step, and if her parents hadn't left her the Ring of Deception to move freely in the shadow plane, she might have fallen into this situation.

In dreams everything is blurry, even consciousness. It was only now that the idea of saving them abruptly appeared in the little girl's consciousness. She followed the gaze of the imprisoned elves, and at the end of their line of sight was a small wooden door, and on the side of the door, a bunch of keys hung from it.

That's the key to the cage.

Dreams are such unreasonable things, the little girl thinks that this is the key to the cage at the first sight of this set of keys, and there is no suspicion. She trotted over, tiptoed several times without touching the key, and finally had no choice, so she picked up a stool and placed it at her feet, and stepped on it to reach the key.

After getting the key, the little girl had new troubles. There are seven keys on the keychain, and the seven keys are almost identical in appearance, but which one is the real cage key? The little girl didn't know it, and all she could do was try all the keys.

First, insert, rotate......

The door wouldn't open, but a hurried bell rang in the distance—an alarm bell.

Even the little girl in the dream knew that there was no time to delay, and she tried the second, third, and fourth keys in turn, but not only once. Just as she wondered if there was a real key in the bunch of keys, the fifth key managed to open the cage.

But the elves still trembled in their cages.

A young elf was a little bolder, and he held out a finger and pointed behind her. The little girl subconsciously looked back and saw a big man standing behind her, swinging a sharp axe at her the moment she turned around.

Then, consciousness went dark.

Monia suddenly opened her crimson eyes, jumped up from the humble bed of the carriage like a frightened kitten, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Is that...... Dream?

Suspiciously, she looked around - yes, she was still in the cramped carriage, and what had just happened was just a dream. Even if she did rescue the imprisoned elves in the end, it didn't make any sense. Because, it's just a dream.

However, this dream ......

The little mage's face was solemn, such a real, such clear dream was the first time she had encountered it, which made her think more.

"Perhaps......," she thought, "it's an emerald dream." ”

Mages and Aether are closely related. The mage's dream cannot be taken lightly, it is likely to contain the revelation of the ether, and even more, the mage's accidental dream can peek into a corner of the future, and this dream is called the emerald dream by the mages.

The Emerald Dream is still an unknowable phenomenon for the mages of the Chaos Age, but for Monia, who has memories of the future, there is nothing mysterious about it. In the game of the previous life, the mage was an extremely large branch of the profession, with the belief that "one is all" under it, and the small branch of the sorcerer among the sorcerers.

The little mage in his previous life was a sorcerer who had reached the end of the mortal world on the path of a sorcerer, and although he was not cultivating a school of soothsayers who could glimpse the future, he was no stranger to the means of foreseeing the future.

- It is said to be foresight, but in fact, it is more about communicating ether. In the perception of later generations of mages, the ether is both one and all; He is not only the will of the world that is high, but also the you and me who make up this world. He is both being and non-being, an extremely vague and chaotic being.

To foresee the future is to communicate with Him and to gain a glimpse of the myriad of futures. For example, when a mortal sees a leaf falling from a branch, he can foresee the end of it falling to the ground, which is also a kind of foresight of the future. It's just that human beings are too small in reality to gather enough information to truly foresee what will happen in the future, and only the world itself can do this.

All the Holy Sorcerer has to do is communicate.

Monia is not a holy sorcerer yet, and it is not so simple to transform the profession in the game into reality, at least the little mage will start to think about it until she enters the archmage realm. But that's not to say that she can't peek into the future, as the original direct shape of the ether, the primordial elves have an unimaginable affinity for the ether, and it is not difficult to accept to resonate with the ether unconsciously.

That is, is this most likely a microcosm of the future?

The little girl pondered, but did not hesitate.

After learning about the tragic plight of these "kindred" people who were similar to hers, she made up her mind.

- Be sure to save them!

- Definitely!

Clenched his fists hard, the gem in the center of his forehead was gradually swallowed by the fiery red light.

The flame is a reflection of Monia's mind.

(It's a super failure, what I write is only for myself to see, hey, I guess we are the top 10 of the latest issue of street writers).

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