"Hello, traveler. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

After bidding farewell to Yinji and Noelle, and after accepting Molingevi's apology and thanks, I continued with Starring on the journey back to Manyo Country to worship Rinslet. As I stepped out of the council tent and into the street outside, a strange and magical voice called to me.

I followed the sound and looked down, and saw a man covered in a cloak sitting quietly in the shadows that did not see the light of day. A withered grass was in the corner of his mouth, and a pair of long light brown elven ears peeked out of his cloak, the color of his skin.

Seeing that he did not look like an ordinary person, I bent down and asked him, "Why are you so sure that I am a traveler and not a native of the country?" ”

The elf stretched out his slender fingers and gently lifted the hood that covered his face, and then revealed his clear, slender eyes, looking at me with a wandering, sinister gaze.

"Maybe you belong to the country of Manyo, but you don't belong here." The corners of his mouth moved slightly, and a few words fell calmly like smoke.

That's right.

If he was referring to the Provisional Government of the Manyo Kingdom in this Radiant Valley, then I really don't belong here.

I belong to the country of Manyo, with its turquoise fields, clear blue sky, emerald forests, and sacred trees.

And this country, when Jinyu threw that punch, ceased to exist.

"Who are you?" Given the subtle amount of information between his words, and the unusual way he looked, I began to wonder who he was.

He pulled down his hood and returned to the shadows, and then slowly floated out a sentence, "I'm just a killer, and I'm stopping you to give you a piece of advice." ”

Killer?

When this term came to my mind, I immediately thought of a person.

Believers of the Mist.

And the little brother in front of him, except for his race, skin color, and appearance, almost all the characteristics on his body are exactly the same as those of the Misty Believer.

Whether it's the movement of the grassroots, the habit of hiding in the shadows, or the way of speaking, it's just another fog believer.

However, perhaps this was the professional habit of the Assassins.

After all, he's not the only one who can make these moves.

So I crouched down and looked at the elf in the hood, "Advice? What advice? ”

A faint shadow cast over his face, cutting off my view from the eye I wanted to make with him. The demonic voice floated out of the cloak again, "Someone wants to buy your life. ”

Buy my life?

However, this is the game world, and even if I do die, I will still be resurrected.

It doesn't make sense, does it?

So I wondered, "Who is going to buy my life, and is it you who is going to kill me?" ”

Listening to my question, he laughed.

The laughter wasn't magical, but it was still penetrating.

"I mean, if I told you, then I wouldn't have to stay here." There was a smile in his voice, "I've made it clear what I'm here for - to give you a piece of advice, that's all. ”

"But...... Even if someone were to kill me, it wouldn't make sense to me. I said what I thought, "I'm a gamer after all, and even if I die, I will be resurrected indefinitely." ”

The elf listened to what I meant and shrugged his shoulders, "Perhaps, my advice has been delivered anyway, and as for whether you take it to heart or not, it has nothing to do with me." ”

His voice landed on the ground, and his body vanished with the shadow in the corner.

I was left with only one sentence that made me think deeply.

"This elf...... The strength is extraordinary. Xinghuan, who had not spoken just now, saw that the man had left, so he spoke slowly.

I stood up and looked at the Star Ring, a little surprised, "Even if you say that, it must be on the same level as you." ”

"I don't have the attainments of spells and swordsmanship, because those things can't be observed if you don't make a move, and what I mean is the aura he exudes." The star ring reached out and rubbed the shadows on the rough wooden wall, his tone full of depth.

"Aura?" I was a little unable to understand the meaning of the word, because my brain only had a few fragments of martial arts novels in the search results for the word.

Starring glanced back at me slightly, "What, don't you understand?" ”

I nodded.

"Hmm...... To put it simply, it is the outward manifestation of his confidence in his own great strength. His hand continued to rest on the wall, "This kind of thing that comes from my heart can't be pretended." ”

"However, the aura of a strong person will generally produce different outwards due to the difference in his mood." Xinghuan said, "For example, because I like to travel in the mountains and rivers and have no quarrel with the world, I generally don't have anything external, so the so-called aura will not be too obvious." ”

"Also, when I first met you in that mountain settlement, I felt like a beggar, looking like an ordinary person." I nodded, agreeing with the Ring's explanation.

"That's right." He smiled and said, "And the elf who called himself a killer just now, the aura he exuded was not ordinarily powerful...... I think you should feel this to a greater or lesser extent. ”

Thinking of his demonic voice, I nodded subconsciously.

"So I judge...... This elf may not be a killer, but someone else. Starring turned around and leaned lightly against the wooden wall, his face a little serious.

"But speaking of which, Long Night." Star Ring raised his head and stared at me, "What kind of bond did you make that someone would come to buy your life?" ”

"No, let's not talk about buying your life, why is there such a strong person to give you a message is the point." Star Ring had a question mark on his face, not understanding what I had done.

"Hey, uncle, my life is also very important, okay, please don't pass it over." I have some black lines and don't know how to answer this person.

"Besides, if you ask me, I don't know what kind of bond I've formed, at most I just washed a player's account with Rinslet...... Nothing more. As I spoke, I suddenly realized something.

Wait a minute...... Could it be said?

Is it a Fog Believer?

"Looks like you've found the answer." Starring smiled grimly and tapped me on the shoulder with some smirk.

"No, it's not." I took the ring's hand away, "It can't be that person." ”

Because the Misty Believer will only do it himself, it is not like he would do such a thing as buying murder.

Unless......

Unless his current strength is greatly inferior to mine after being washed, and he is afraid of being washed again, he will hire someone to kill me.

Yes, it's not impossible.

"No need to argue." Star Ring looked understanding, "When there is only one possibility left for a thing, no matter how absurd that option is, it must be the truth. ”