Trisna accepted the ice spirit and said with a smile, "If you have time to accompany me to Silvermoon City!" “

"Are you going to break the seal?" Sherlock asked.

"Well, by the way, inquire about my uncle's whereabouts."

"Dark Ranger Triester Durda, are you really from the same family?" The dark elves who can have a relationship with Erasdra are only Trist.

"It should be, if two people can be considered a family." Trisna recounted the history of the year in a flat tone.

In the turbulent years, after Trist helped the dwarven king Bruno reclaim the Mithril Hall, the Drow in Morsobre City launched a conspiracy against the Mithril Hall.

Trist's biological sister, Verna, who raised him as an adult and taught him to become a trainee of the Prince, devises a trap for the good Drow to trick Trist into the Underworld and imprisons him in a mine.

The Dwarven King leads Wolfgar and Katie Brill and his subordinates into the mines to rescue Trist, but unfortunately encounters Verna.

In the midst of a fierce battle, Vilna summoned the Spider God's maid, the Wax Melting Demon.

In order to save Trist, Wolfgar did not hesitate to die with the monster.

When the rescued Trist learns of Wolfgar's death, he finally realizes the cruel nature of Verna hidden deep in the blood of Drow, and ends the other party's sinful life with a single sword.

Later, at the behest of Rose, the goddess of chaos, the Mother of Banry united all the families in Morsoblay to launch an expedition to the Mithril Hall.

The army of the Dark Elves marched all the way to the Mithril Hall, and the Dwarven King and his allies were locked in a mortal battle.

However, Trist and his friends raided and killed the Mother of Banry and several leaders of the Dark Alliance.

The coalition of the dark elves was instantly routed, and the city of Morsobrai returned to chaos.

The Duchaeden family also died out completely in this chaos, leaving only Trist and his sister Vilna's young daughter who had just been born.

Calculating the time, the turbulent year is DR1358, and now it is DR1379, 21 years apart, which matches Trisna's age.

"Did Trist raise you?" Sherlock asked curiously.

"To be precise, he just taught him how to survive in the shadows." Trisna said with a pout.

"Uh......" Sherlock understands that Triste's character design really doesn't look like he can take children.

"You don't have to show that expression, to be honest, I'm grateful to him." Trisna looked at the ice spirit and Yaoguang in her hand and said quietly, "If it weren't for the two scimitars he left behind, I wouldn't have survived. ”

"Don't mind, I'm just a little surprised, you don't seem to be the same as your average drow."

"Life on the surface has always been prejudiced against us, and in fact, even underground, there are many Drow who believe in Elisetra." Trisna put away her scimitar, clasped her hands in front of her chest, and said indignantly.

Elise Tsui is the daughter of the elven gods Corellon and Queen Spider, the only god of the Drow who is in the good faction, and a loyal ally of Mystra.

The two gods even have a common constituency, Aoi Lou Villadoron, one of the Seven Sisters of the Northlands.

"So, are you a believer in the Dark Maiden?"

"Guess?"

Looking at Trisna's strange smile, Sherlock suddenly thought of another possibility: "You can't be a follower of Melicay too." “

Trisna was stunned for a moment, probably not expecting Sherlock to guess the correct answer so quickly.

"Is it related to the sunshine punishment?" Sherlock continued.

Underground creatures will be punished by sunlight when they come to the surface, and their attributes will be greatly weakened during the day.

Rumors, Trist seems to have a way to resist this punishment, and many speculate that this ability is related to the gods he believes in.

Trisna nodded, confirming this guess: "Actually, when we first met, I happened to be baptized by the sun, not only was my attribute weakened, but even my level dropped to level 10. “

"No wonder I always thought you were in a weird state." Sherlock was unusually excited, and being able to discover these secrets was a great mental satisfaction for him, and this pleasure even surpassed the excitement brought to him by his virtual lover.

"I think you're in a weird state right now."

Trisna's last whisper, but Sherlock didn't hear it.

Because at this time, with a burst of lively applause, five girls wearing red and white witch costumes slowly walked out.

According to the village chief, the prayer of the shrine maiden is the most important and holy part of the whole sacrifice.

Every year, the village selects the five most outstanding young virgins to become shrine maidens.

After a month of training, the shrine maidens wear special costumes on the night of the festival and pray to the gods through singing and dancing.

With Cindy Jewel in front of her, Sherlock thought that the sacrificial dance in a small mountain village would be a large earthen scene.

But when he saw this group of witches appear, he knew that he was wrong, and it was a big mistake.

The red and white witch costume, whether it is designed or used, is quite simple;

And the five shrine maidens wearing witch costumes are like elves in the moonlight, and their gestures reveal a sense of being out of the world.

It can be said that the five witches dancing in the center are not at all in the same style as the entire sacrifice and the villagers who participated in the sacrifice.

"Is there really some god in this village?" Sherlock couldn't help but speculate.

And soon, his conjecture was confirmed.

When the shrine maidens finished their last dance move, a mysterious aura suddenly appeared on the altar.

Before he could remind him, this aura quickly spread, instantly enveloping the entire sacrificial venue.

"Wow~"

As soon as Sherlock's mind moved, Mohama had already walked out of the astral plane.

The pure white glow of the Eternal Dream fell with bits of golden light, blocking out all the breath from the body.

Mosaic's shield didn't take any damage, so it wasn't supposed to be a damage-type spell.

Is it an illusion?

Or is it a curse?

Just as Sherlock was about to transform into a blue frog form to find out, the breath suddenly contracted back and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

From the time it appeared to the time it disappeared, the aura existed for less than three seconds.

Aside from him, the surrounding villagers, and even Amber didn't seem to notice anything unusual at all.

"I really didn't feel the breath you were talking about." Amber responds in the communicator.

"Anyway, be careful, this village is not simple, you can talk to Qingxuan and them." Sherlock hung up with a kind reminder.

To be honest, he didn't know exactly what that aura was, maybe it was the mysterious existence that guarded this village, so he didn't say much.

"Do you have something on your mind?"

A crisp voice rang in Sherlock's ears, and as soon as he turned his head, he saw a witch sitting beside him.

"It's nothing, may I ask ...... you" He felt that the witch in front of him was a little familiar, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

"We just met, don't you remember me?" The shrine maiden looked aggrieved.

"You're Vier!" Sherlock quickly thought, "I'm sorry, I didn't recognize you when you put on this dress." ”

"It's a nice dress, but it's a pity that there is only one day a year when I have the opportunity to wear it." Vile said a little regretfully.

Sherlock was about to inquire about this sacrifice, so he asked the other party, "It's very beautiful, where did you buy such a delicate witch costume?" “

"We didn't buy it, we gave it to the gods." Vale said this with great reverence.

"Is it Mother Earth?"

"No, we don't know which god it is."

"So, did that god really send down a divine favor?"

"Of course, thanks to the gods, we were able to survive the famine."

"Can you tell me more about it?" Sherlock became more and more interested.

"Yes, but you should tell me the story of your adventures as well."

"No problem." Sherlock readily agreed.

"Then go to my house, it's too noisy here." Vile lowered her head and fiddled with the corners of her skirt with her hands.

"Hmm......" Sherlock hesitated for a moment, but curiosity finally prevailed: "Alright, let's go!" “

Taking advantage of the night, the two quietly got up and walked out of the crowd.

In the crowd, a pair of eyes looked at the backs of the two leaving, and the aura in their eyes suddenly dimmed.

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