The first and probably the last in history, the history of the blood and tears of the elves who fell to the boiler for a living, every night in the dead of night, there is always a wail like a captive beast in the boiler room, is it the distortion of the human form, or the degradation of morality.....

Ever since she learned there was such a thing as a newspaper, Maye has been hooked on serialized columns, sympathizing with Durandal's plight.

However, given that the elf's lethal nature could not be corrected, he could only occasionally bring her food, and then gratefully write about these things.

You burn the boiler, not only am I not distressed, but I even want to write this into a paragraph, the way the stove light shines, like love~

In the captain's room, Fran stared at Leo for a long time, and finally couldn't help but speak.

"You're laughing so disgusting....."

"Ahahahaha."

An ordinary core costs 20 silver coins, and the core that has been refined and engraved with special runes can be sold for 30, which is worth three months' room rent in the resettlement area of Drifting Snow City.

In this way, every time this unlucky elf insists on a cycle, he can give himself 150 silver coins for nothing, and the price is just that the big white steamed bun is full! Good to feed!

"Ahh

"Crazy...."

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What if the rats in the can don't come out? Break the jar? But what if the jar was so hard that it even contained poison that could be contaminated and killed?

This task may be more difficult than the three namegivers think, and the forces behind the Wilderness Temple can be equal to them even when the race is at its strongest.

The priests in the temple can receive unimaginable blessings, and can even fight with the superior of the clan.

And they are just the three names givers at the end of the crane, breaking in is tantamount to suicide, but those priests inside should not have too strong strength, otherwise how could they be sent to the Eastern Continent.

This kind of situation that can be seen clearly, but there is nothing to do with the other party no matter what, is really annoying.

"No, it's a road, but when you walk in, it becomes a fork in the road, and something is interfering with the senses, so there's no way to intercept all the participants outside."

"Why don't you try it in?"

"Then only you can get in"

Spark couldn't understand the discussion between the two of them, and he didn't want to understand, he just wanted to go in and make a big fuss and kill all the so-called participants inside.

But he didn't really have a bad brain, the assembly area in front of the temple was obviously the monitoring range of the group of old women, and making a move in advance would only attract their vigilance, and a good hunter should strike at the most critical moment to deliver a fatal blow.

Perhaps it was the beastly instinct at work, and he had been having a bad feeling lately, as if something was approaching.

On the ship's side, Durandal, who had been holding out for five days, finally left his post and sneaked into the ship's galley at night, after all... Shame on the elves, stealing food, can that be considered stealing?

After all, it's this point in the middle of the night, and the kitchen is really empty, and the new variety of bread called steamed bread is delicious, and the steamed bread with filling is also superb.

Thinking so, Durandal opened the door to the cupboard.

Looking at each other, Leo swallowed the last bite of the jam-clung waffle in his hand, his expression more friendly than ever.

"A piece?"

Durandal quickly shrank into the corner, and found that he had carefully locked the kitchen door just now, so he was now locked in a secret room with this demon!?

Why this despicable human being, no! Is it the devil who will be here, who expects that he will come, all waiting for her here!

Leo would never have imagined that his habit of hiding good things and stealing food late at night would be broken one day, and he was still the big-mouthed bar elf who didn't want to be discovered.

I didn't notice why this elf was here, and the other party was really a thief who was discovered.

The nervousness of the embarrassing elves is finally no match for the waffles made with high-quality wheat flour and special cream as Leo's reflexes drop.

"..... why are you here?"

After the embarrassed elf ate his two days' worth of snacks, Leo's nerves finally rebounded, shouldn't she be in the boiler room at this time? During the day, she uses the core drive, and at night everyone sleeps and she comes to burn the boiler, anyway, the elves are said to be nocturnal.

Durandal almost choked on the sudden question, and slapped his chest hard and poured a large glass of water to ease his strength.

"I'm not lazy, you see the boat is still moving"

Although it was slight, Leo could indeed feel the shaking of the ship as it moved at a constant speed, which made him even more curious, and he followed the embarrassed elf all the way to the boiler room, where he struggled to see a circle of sigils through the furnace wall.

"This is the Ancient Tree Sigil?"

Leo had known about the ancient tree sigil before, and the sigil in front of him was exactly the same as the blessing of the divine tree in Durandar's hand.

"After this is connected to the pirated sigil in my hand, as long as the distance is not too far, you can supply energy here, how awesome!"

Durandahl's nose was almost up to the sky, and he had an expression of praise for me, worship me, and praise me.

Leo was completely shocked, he had always felt that the magic settings in this world were too restrictive, and he had to consume spellcasting materials at every turn, which could be said to be very frustrating.

"Can this sigil be rubbed on an object? Can it be used by ordinary warlocks? ”

"Theoretically? However, this may lose two or three percent of energy, depending on the distance."

After a few days of hard work, the embarrassed elf was finally forced to come up with such a method, the ancient tree rune is used to ensure the connection between himself and the elf ancient tree, and finally borrowed the principle of this rune to come up with a function of transferring energy between two runes.

"Two or three percent"

Leo was disappointed, after all, the number of BUG races like the elf race is scarce, and ordinary warlocks have to rely on fire crystals to cast spells, so why don't you just throw fire crystals into it if you lose two or three percent.

However, it is obvious that the value of this wireless transmission method is far more than that, and I always feel that there is something amazing that can be developed in the future.

"But at this glance, you are really an elf."

"I'm an elf!"

Leo also tried to get Durandal to draw a sigil on the metal book, but he couldn't export the energy, and the metal book used a completely different method of energy operation than this era, and the two were not compatible.

Obviously, there is a warehouse full of gold, silver and jewelry in front of me, but I don't know where the key sesame seeds are when they open the door, and the cruelest thing is nothing more than this.

As the days passed, unlike some of the name-givers who had arrived in the Land of Sand in a hurry, Steamship No. 1 arrived at the port of the Land of Sand amid laughter.