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The interior of the Belwa house was sparsely furnished, except for a stone table, a stone bench, several shelves for pots and pots, and a large kiln with an iron stove for cooking. Giving 520://Behind a casually chiseled entrance is the bedroom of the underground gnome. It was just as empty, with only one hanging ** hanging between the walls. There was another hanging ** piled up on the ground, apparently for Trist. A leather coat with a Mithril clasp hangs on the back wall, with coarse cloth bags and small cloth bags hanging underneath.

"We're going to hang your hanging in the living room. Jalwa pointed to the hanging ** on the ground with his head finger in NB343. Trist went to get it, but Belva stopped him with a pick-up and spun around him.

"Wait a minute." The underground gnome explained, "You have to tell me why you're here. He looked at Trist's tattered clothes and weather-beaten dirty face, apparently the dark elves had been wandering in the wild for some time. You'll have to tell me where you're from. ”

Trist sat down on the stone floor, leaning his back against the wall. "I'm here because I don't have anywhere else to go." He answered honestly.

"How long have you been out of your city, Trist? Duden? Jalwa asked gently

。 Even when the pitch was lowered, his voice still echoed through the room like a clear bell, and it didn't stop for a long time. The subtle changes in tone convey a wealth of emotion, from sympathy to majesty, that Trist finds incredible.

The Dark Elf shrugged and leaned his head back, his gaze fixed on the ceiling, his mind drifting to the past. "It's been years, and I don't know how to count time." He looked at the dwarf underground: "In the tunnels that lead in all directions in the dark region, time is meaningless. ”

The ragged appearance confirmed his words, but despite this, Belva couldn't help but be surprised. He walked over to the table in the center of the room and sat down on the stone bench. He'd seen Trist in battle, and witnessed Trist's defeat of the Earth Elemental - it was a tough battle! But if Trist's words were true, if he had really survived alone in the Dark Regions for so long, the Honorary Commander couldn't help but be in awe of him.

"Trist? Duden, you have to tell me about your experience. Jalwa urged. I want to know everything about you, so I can better understand what your purpose is in this old enemy's city. ”

Trist was silent for a long time, not knowing where to start. He trusts Belva, and besides he has no choice; But he wasn't sure how much Snebri understood the dilemma that forced him out of Morsobre's security. Living in a community of friendship and cooperation, can Belva understand the miserable life of Morsoblay? Trist doubts this, but does he have any other options?

He was quick to recount to Belva about his life over the past decade, including: the battle between the Duden family and the Hennett family; He fought Masogi and Ayton, and thus obtained Guanhaifa; Zaknavan, who was also a father, a teacher, and a friend, died for him; And he therefore decided to turn his back on his kinship and evil beliefs, Rose. Belva knew he was talking about NB05C, the dark god known as "Rolles" by the dwarfs in the underground, but he calmly didn't correct it. Even after that encounter more than a decade ago, he had doubts about Trister's true intentions, and now he was completely convinced that his assumptions about the dark elf were correct. As Trist recounts life in the Shadows, especially his battles with petrified lizards and his own compatriots, Belva shuddered.

Even before Trist even mentions that following the underground gnomes is because he has lost himself by loneliness and wildness, Belva understands everything. When Trist spoke of his last days watching outside Brindon Stone, his words became cautious. He wasn't used to expressing his true emotions and fears, and despite how trustworthy his new companion was, he couldn't tell the whole story.

When Trist's story came to an end, Captain Rong just sat quietly and watched him. Belva understood his pain, and he did not pry for further information, nor did he inquire about Trist's personal distress that he did not want to say.

"'Marga? Kamala'. The underground gnome said solemnly.

Trist looked up.

"The stone is on top." Jalwa explained.

"That's right, the stone is on top." Trist agreed. A long, unbearable silence followed.

"Very good story." Jairwa said softly. He patted Trist on the shoulder, then stood up and walked to the room to tidy up another hanger. Before Trist could go over to help, he had already hung up the hanging **.

"Sleep in peace, Trist? Duden. Jarva turned to leave and said, "You don't have any enemies here, and no monsters lurk outside my door. ”

With that, he entered another room, leaving Trist alone with his chaotic thoughts and emotions. He's still not very comfortable, but he does have hope of a new life tomorrow.

Chapter 8: Strangers

Trist looked out from the open door of Belva's house to watch the daily life of the underground dwarf city, which he had done every day for weeks

。 He felt as if his life was on the brink of hell, where everything stood still and did not change. Since he moved into Belwa's house, there has been no news of Haifa; He didn't expect to retrieve his cloak, twin blades, and other equipment anytime soon. He accepted all this arrangement without a word, perhaps it would be better for him and Guan Haifa than it had been for many years, and he was confident that the underground gnomes would not damage the agate statue and anything that belonged to him. The dark elves just sat in the doorway, at the mercy of fate.

Berva went out today, and it was a rare thing for this lonely old man. Despite the fact that he and the Dark Elves rarely talk, Belva was not the kind of person who liked to talk to himself and have fun; Trist found himself missing the Honorary Captain. The friendship between them grows imperceptibly in the taciturn.

A group of young underground gnomes walked past the door and shouted a few eager words to the elves in the house. This had often happened before, especially in the first few days of Trist's arrival. Before, Trist had no way of knowing if the other party was greeting or insulting him; However, after Belva taught him the basic tone of Snebli, this time he understood the kindness in his words.

After a while, the Honorary Master returned home and found Trist sitting on a stone bench, looking out at the world at work.

"Tell me, Dark Elves," the Underground Gnome asked in a beautiful voice of concern, "what do you see when you look at us?" Are we really different from you? ”

"I see hope," Trist replied, "and despair." ”

Belva understood. He knew that the Snebli society had adapted better than the Dark Elf society; However, the hustle and bustle of Brindon Stone City also triggers a deep pain in the heart of his new friend.

"King Snittic has received me to-day," said the Lord of the Honors, "and I tell you honestly, he is very interested in you. ”

"Curiosity, I should say." Trist responded, but he still had a smile on his face. Belva had no way of knowing how much pain was hidden behind that smiling face. He bowed slightly to the dark elf, acknowledging the other's frankness and apologies. "Well, as you said, it's curiosity. You should know that you are not the drow elves we know. I'm sorry to offend you. ”

"No," Trist replied honestly, "you and your people have helped me too much. Even if I was killed on the first day I entered the city, I have no complaints against you. ”

Belva followed Trist's gaze and saw the group of young gnomes outside the house. "You should go over and join them." He proposed.

Trist looked at him in amazement. Having been at Belva's home for so long, this was the first time I had heard him suggest it. Trist thought that he would always be under Belva's watch, and even believed that this arrangement was made to ensure that he would not run around and get into trouble.

Belva nodded to the door, affirming his previous offer. Trist turned his head to look out. Outside, there were about a dozen young gnomes, who were racing to throw stones. The object of their stone throwing is a life-size petrified lizard made of stones and old armor. The underground gnome is quite skilled in illusion magic, and this petrified lizard has been charmed by a magician in small amounts, making it look smoother and even more lifelike.

"Dark Elves, you have to go out for a walk from time to time," Jalwa explained, "is it enough to just look at the empty walls of my house?" ”

"It fits you perfectly." Trist replied, his tone unexpectedly sharp.

Belva nodded, slowly turning to look around the room. "That's right." He said calmly. Trist could feel the great pain in his heart. When Belva turned to face the Dark Elf again, his round face showed a look of resignation without question: "The stone is on top, the Dark Elf, this is a lesson for you. ”