"Do you understand?"

Cheng Lin asked seriously.

The "buyer" huddled in the corner was stunned for a few seconds, and then hurriedly nodded like a chicken pecking rice, and a "woo" sound came from the gagged mouth, probably agreeing.

Cheng Lin was very satisfied, so he stretched out his hand, patted the other party's shoulder gently, and said, "Very good." ”

Withdrawing his hand, probably because of the preliminary agreement, the man's nervousness seemed to have eased a lot, Cheng Lin didn't bother to pay attention to him, and roughly calculated the next distance and the time it needed to consume in his heart, he estimated that it would take six or seven hours to reach the royal capital at the earliest, and this was still under the condition that the mutant pig beast pulling the cart did not slow down.

"It's impossible not to slow down, it's not a dead thing like an engine, it's always tired, right?"

He thought.

Considering that there was still a lot of time and plenty of spiritual energy nearby, he sat cross-legged in the middle of the cell and seized his spare time to practice.

The white roses in the initial space had already consumed a lot, which was also the reason why he had been promoted to the third stage of the third rank in such a short period of time, and after reaching the third stage, it was a stage vaguely called "peak".

According to the unwritten saying, 1-3 is the beginner's level, and 4-6 is the intermediate level.

When the Ninth Academy was in class, many teachers said that the threshold of 3 Jin 4 is extremely high, the energy that needs to be consumed, and the dependence on talent and perception is stronger, a more recent example is Yang Congxian, the deputy head of the Ninth Division, 3 Jin 4 was still in the 16th spiritual retreat for several weeks to break through, which shows its difficulty.

"My real talent is indeed not high, and the most optimistic estimate is that it is stronger than Sun Xiao, and much lower than Fu Zhongting...... Now to be among the top of the second batch of students, it all depends on the deduction again and again......"

Cheng Lin has a clear understanding of this.

"I don't know when I will be able to cross this hurdle, I hope the seed of life can surprise me."

As for that seed, Cheng Lin still doesn't know much about its function.

I don't know if it's useful......

With all these thoughts, he closed his eyes and began to meditate, and in the dim carriage, there was a moment of silence.

The prison cart seemed to stop briefly a few times, each time for about a minute, and then continued to run again, a slight deviation from Cheng Lin's judgment, the speed of the convoy always remained at a balanced level.

Although the mutant pig beast has a strong range, it is not as good as a gasoline-burning engine after all.

Every time you pass a distance, you will arrive at a post station of the elf clan, and you will be replaced with a new pig beast, which is somewhat similar to the post station emergency in ancient times, which is to change horses and not people, so as to shorten the time.

When Cheng Lin opened his eyes again, he saw the corner of the dim prisoner car, where the "buyer" was leaning on his head and hanging his head, as if he was sleeping, but he was obviously sleeping very lightly, and as soon as Cheng Lin moved, he woke up.

"Woke up?"

Cheng Lin looked at him, then reached into his pocket, took out a few biscuits and chocolates from the initial space, tore open the plastic packaging in front of him, and ate them.

"Woohoo." After driving for so long, it was obvious that the man was also hungry, and he didn't feel it when he fell asleep before, but when he saw Cheng Lin eating, his stomach rumbled at that time, and a pair of pitiful eyes stared at the food in his hand, and called in a low voice.

"Want to eat?" Cheng Lin swallowed a piece of chocolate and looked at him meaningfully.

"Woo!"

Cheng Lin picked up a packet of biscuits with some embarrassment, handed it over, and then suddenly took it back helplessly: "I almost forgot, you tied it up, you can't have it empty, and you can't eat it, forget it." ”

"Whew!"

"You want me to help you untie it?" Cheng Lin asked empathetically.

The other party hurriedly nodded, but saw a familiar evil smile appear again in Cheng Lin's exposed eyes: "Do you think it's possible?" ”

“……”

"Young people sleep well and stop daydreaming." Cheng Lin comforted him, and then sat cross-legged in the middle of the prisoner car, eating food slowly, and whispered, "I know, you must have a lot of doubts, such as being curious about my identity, my origin, why I got involved......

His tone was unhurried, but it was like a hook, making the "buyer" nod his head again and again, obviously, these questions did bother him deeply, after all, Cheng Lin's actions were too unbelievable.

In his expectant eyes, Cheng Lin explained seriously: "But of course I can't tell you this. ”

“……”

"Uncomfortable or not? If it's uncomfortable, just sleep. Cheng Lin carefully cleaned up all the cookie crumbs and said to him.

"Bang."

The buyer leaned into the corner like a dead heart, he understood that Cheng Lin was bored at all and was using him to relieve his boredom!

What kind of person is this!

Just as he collapsed, suddenly, the entire prisoner car made a "boom", followed by a jolt and landing, and then the whole speed began to slow down, and a strange noise could be faintly heard from outside the thick isolation cover.

"Huh?"

He was in a good spirit, and he didn't know why, so he subconsciously looked at Cheng Lin.

found that this mysterious person had quickly tied himself up again at this moment, and was pulling a piece of rope tightly with his teeth through the mask, and after doing all this, Cheng Lin looked at him and said softly: "We have arrived." ”

……

……

The Elven King's Capital.

At the gate of this prosperous city, which was destroyed by "erosion" more than a hundred years ago, a group of soldiers defending the city are standing solemnly, the armor on their bodies is shining, and the swords in their hands are even brighter.

"Stop!"

The transport team rushed along the main road that could accommodate ten large carts in parallel, and when they heard the shouts of the guards, they slowed down early.

"Order!"

"Over!"

After checking the warrant, the gate was opened, and the convoy passed through the walls of the royal capital hundreds of meters high in a chorus of peace.

The walls were steep and towering, like cliffs, smooth and magnificent, and the extremely wide road under this wall was only like a path that grew between the crevices of the canyons.

According to the historical experience of the earth's civilization, in such a world where there are not too many skill points in industry, it is difficult to imagine such a spectacular city wall, which is built on the World Tree, and symbiotic with this silent dragon that holds up the continent, the whole city is hidden under the canopy of the World Tree, and some of the urban areas go deep into the trunk.

When entering the scope of the city, the heaven and earth will be dimmed, in order to obtain sufficient light source, the whole city is full of lamps and candles, using the oil of the World Tree as an energy source to burn, a little bit, can support many days and nights, forever bright, the outside is covered with lampshades, whether in the day or night, are equally bright, if you look at it from a distance, the whole city seems to stand in a sea of stars.

Extremely beautiful.

It's a pity that at this moment, this beautiful city is full of slaughter.

What's even more regrettable is that the loose cultivators who were tied up in the prisoner car, except for Cheng Lin, no one can enjoy this superb scenery.

"Gollum."

When the prisoner cart entered the outer gate of the royal capital, its speed slowed down suddenly, and it drove along the wide street, thinking about a certain piece of building.

Through the "tentacles", Cheng Lin saw the inner city from afar, as well as the majestic palace built at the highest place in the inner city.

"Nuclear Opponent Order!"

"Inform the sir!"

"Handover!"

Outside the vehicle, some short words like this were repeated incessantly, and no one was talking nonsense or talking, but with great efficiency, the two prisoner cars were once again guarded by a team, and led into a complex.

"Hammer!"

Cheng Lin and the "buyer" clearly noticed that the car stopped, and then there was the sound of footsteps approaching, first the covered cloth cover was lifted a small gap, and a ray of light came in, then the heavy iron lock was unscrewed, and the rattling iron chain was torn open, and then the door of the prisoner car was slammed open, and the sparse sunlight cast through the canopy mixed with the ubiquitous lights illuminated the dim prisoner car.

Cheng Lin and the buyer instinctively tilted their heads and squinted their eyes, full of discomfort with the light.

"Get down!"

"One for each person."

"Okay."

After that, Cheng Lin felt that he was being dragged out roughly, he deliberately held his breath, did not resist, tried not to disguise himself as much as possible, opened his eyelids, and hurriedly looked around in the push, he was probably located in a building complex, the specific location was unknown, and there were many soldiers around him with weapons in hand, and they glanced at them coldly, probably to prevent chaos.

"Count the number, seven, change the handcuffs of the forbidden demon, take it away and search it, and then detain it in solitary confinement, keep it tightly guarded, and wait for the priest Grace in the sacrificial hall to interrogate you!"

An officer said.

Cheng Lin pretended not to understand the dazed look, but secretly remembered the name "Grace".

"The priest of the sacrificial hall...... he sighed a little, it seems that after he left, the sacrificial hall was finally rebuilt, and it was no longer Ai Lu who was the commander of the light pole alone.

Maybe...... It would be a good choice to use Grace as a breakthrough.

Cheng Lin secretly calculated, and while thinking, he saw a soldier coming over and put a kind of black metal shackles on his hands and feet, which were quite heavy, and his hands sank suddenly, but the focus of this shackle was obviously not weight, when it was put on his hands, Cheng Lin immediately felt that the operation of the aura in his body was seriously hindered.

Clenching his right hand to confirm that he could still open the initial space, Cheng Lin put his mind at ease, let the other party take him away, and entered a separate room along a corridor.

Several soldiers escorted him, searched him again, and even simply took off his mask, coat, and outer pants, but fortunately he didn't touch his underwear, which made Cheng Lin's hanging heart fall to the ground.

"Change into prison uniforms!"

After the body search, a soldier stuffed a tray into Cheng Lin's hand.

The meaning of this action is clear and clear, Cheng Lin pretended to be at a loss, and then showed a look of "sudden realization", and then very awkwardly, wearing handcuffs, put on a prison uniform under the watchful eyes of the three elf soldiers, this feeling is very bad, but thinking about the ultimate goal, Cheng Lin gritted his teeth and said to himself: Bear it!

After changing his clothes, several soldiers escorted him out of the door, and after walking a few dozen meters along a corridor, a downward staircase appeared on the ground.

When he entered the underground along the stairs, Cheng Lin suddenly found that this was an underground prison.

The smell of the stuffy, damp, rotting blades of grass was so bad that he frowned and was escorted into a solitary cell.

"Hammer."

The chain lock is re-closed.

Cheng Lin "staggered" into the room, in the dim and damp prison, there was only a stone bed covered with straw, many of those straws were growing mildew, he frowned, but he didn't say a word, just walked over, pushed away the straw, cleared out a small piece of clean bed, and sat down cross-legged.

Start being patient.

……

At the same time, the casual cultivator who was bullied by Cheng Lin all the way was also forced to change into prison clothes, but he was not escorted into the dungeon, but was taken straight into a cold room.

He was then tied to a chair made of pure iron.

The glare light shone through, and he subconsciously avoided it, and then he heard a stream of elven words that did not know the meaning.

"My lord, this is the first one, can you really communicate with these beings from another world?" The officer asked curiously.

"It's hard to go into detail, but if it's a simple question...... It's probably not impossible. Grace, dressed in a lilac robe embroidered with the emblem of the sacrificial hall, walked in and clenched the wand in his handsome face, a look of determination that only the wet palm of the wand revealed his nervousness.

Stretching out his other free hand, he tore off the cloth that covered his mouth, and seeing that the loose cultivator coughed a few times, swallowed foam, and breathed heavily, Grace pulled out a kind smile, and the wand in his hand released a hazy light......

……

……

The Great Hall of the Elven King's Court.

The court discussion did not stop for a moment, and the news from all directions was like snowflakes falling in the sky in winter, and it was involved in the main hall.

These messages included the monitoring of the Thirteen Divisions, the capture of some scattered cultivators, the exploration of the projection boundary, the so-called "end", etc., as they had more and more information, the atmosphere in the hall became more and more serious.

"Obviously, our guess is correct," on the throne, the elven king wrapped in gorgeous clothes put down the latest information in his hand, he looked at the ministers of the main hall, and his voice was low, "According to the information learned from the captive, the other party is indeed from another world, to be precise, a certain country, a ...... Something very different from our world......"

"Unfortunately, the language barrier, even with induction magic, can only communicate the most basic, not complex conversations, and there are obvious contradictions between different confessions, so that's all we know."

Elf King Luo Jia sighed and said.

One of the ministers stepped forward: "Time is still too rushed, given enough time, I believe that we can teach the captives to learn our language, or on the contrary, ...... then"

"You also know that time is in a hurry? Where is the effort to communicate slowly? The main force of the other party is rapidly approaching the royal capital! They were faster than we expected! One of the battle clerics sneered and said loudly, "We have to react!" ”

"But it's so rash ......"

"Can it be delayed any longer? Looking at the latest information, at this rate, they may be able to enter the royal capital before dark, and for the sake of safety, I don't think it can be delayed any longer! ”

"That's true, I think it's time to communicate with the other side, we can't wait any longer, besides, according to our intelligence, the main force of the other side has not carried out large-scale armed attacks along the way, perhaps, this is their goodwill." A civil servant came out.

"Goodwill? I'm afraid it may not be ......"

Suddenly, the hall quarreled again.

"Quiet." The Elf King had no choice but to persuade him, obviously, the topic under discussion now was also a headache for Luo Jia, he thought about it, and looked at Ai Lu, who had never said a word, "What do you think?" ”

Ai Lu got up and saluted, the girl who had matured a lot of time bowed slightly, "Your Majesty should have an answer in her heart, and the sacrificial hall doesn't know much about these matters, so she retreated first." ”

With that, she was leaving.

"Where are you going?" The Elven King asked.

Ai Lu's footsteps stopped slightly, and said, "I want to ...... Go and see the captives, perhaps, to get more information. ”

After speaking, she held the moon-white luxurious robe, stepped on the reflection of the smooth and clean floor in front of everyone, and walked out of the main hall.

For this scene, the ministers were not very surprised.

The entire royal court, from the royal nobles to the small people in the market, everyone knows the temperament of the head of the sacrificial hall, she has always stayed away from these things, and it is precisely because of this that this young girl with the great merit of saving the clan can sit firmly in the position of the great priest for more than a hundred years.

Isn't that a form of wisdom?

"Grand Priest, do you really want to see the captives?"

Walking out of the main hall, Ailu's personal attendant hurriedly followed, asking in a low voice.

The waiter was also a young girl, with a youthful face still immature, and she wore a pale green trainee's robe, which meant that she had not yet graduated from the temple, and was not yet a true priest—just like Eru had been.

Faced with the inquiry of this student whom she liked very much, Ai Lu stopped, and a look of affirmation appeared on her sacred, expressionless beautiful face: "Of course, I have a strange premonition. ”

"Premonition?"

"Yes," Eru nodded, her eyes as if there was some kind of mixed emotion in her eyes, "like ...... Something's calling to me. ”

……

……

"Take it down."

With a wave of his hand, the soldiers dragged away the loose cultivator tied to the iron chair, and seeing this scene, Grace picked up the quill placed in the upper right corner of the table and inserted it in the inkwell, and wrote the word "six" on the paper in front of him very seriously.

This is the serial number.

Meaning, this is the sixth prisoner he has arraigned, and the sixth report.

Every report was written and immediately sent to the Great Hall of the Inner City Palace.

This shows the importance of this job.

Grace knew that there were five groups of colleagues who were interrogating and communicating with her, and that she was in charge of the seven people who had recently been caught.

Nearly thirty captives have been captured, but unfortunately, due to the lack of effective means of communication, the information they have so far is still pitiful.

"My lord, why don't you take a break?"

The soldier next to him said.

Grace shook his head, he rubbed his face, and dusted off his purple robes - this meant that he was a mid-level priest, which was also an intermediate force in the entire sacrificial hall, and it was impossible to climb to this position at this age in other halls, and only the sacrificial hall was almost an empty shell in that war more than a hundred years ago, which provided him with a chance to be promoted.

He cherishes this very much.

"I'm fine, go ahead, there's a seventh, isn't there? Any piece of valuable information we interrogate will have a direct impact on the royal court's decision-making! Grace said seriously.

"Yes." The soldier said with admiration on his face, and then went out to take the people.

Grace said these words righteously, quietly on the surface, but laughing at himself in his heart.

Yes, interrogation is naturally very important.

But looking at the poor gains from the reports he had submitted, he didn't think they were of any value.

Communicate! Communicate!

The lack of effective means of communication led to the entire interrogation being akin to guessing, which discouraged him.

"Moreover, at this time, the royal court should have already made a decision, and I will continue to interrogate...... It's not going to be of much use anymore...... What's more, there is no way to communicate at all......"

Thinking of this, Grace heard the clatter of shackles in the doorway, and he immediately sat up straight, pretended to be serious and ruthless, and adjusted the direction of the lamp.

Then, the last person awaiting trial was pressed to a metal chair.

However, to Grace's surprise, this person awaiting trial was unexpectedly calm, unlike the previous ones who were either shouting, crying, or panicking...... Something like that, this figure is calm and scary.

It's not the kind that gets scared stupid.

Grace clearly saw that the other person's eyes were clear and calm, and with a hint of curiosity and a certain feeling that made him uncomfortable, the other person looked at him...... It's like ...... It's like watching a junior!

Hell yes!

How can it be?

I guess I'm too tired and hallucinating.

Grace comforted himself, he coughed, kept his face composed, picked up the quill in his right hand and soaked up the ink, and then wrote a serial number seven on the form in front of him.

At the same time, subconsciously said: "You are ...... Number Seven. ”

This was said casually, but the next moment, Grace, who was writing the report with his head down, suddenly heard a faint voice:

"I'm not called Seven."

Grace, who lowered his head, was immediately stunned, thinking it was an auditory hallucination, but the next moment he suddenly realized that something was wrong, the quill pen in his hand "clicked", the tip of the pen was broken by him, dark blue ink sprayed out, and ink marks appeared on the dyed report paper.

But he didn't have time to care, he just raised his head suddenly, stared at the captive in front of him in a daze, and stammered, "Just now...... Are you talking?! ”

Cheng Lin twisted his body to make himself more comfortable in the iron chair, and when he heard Grace's question, he nodded as a matter of course, and said slowly in an extremely pure elven language: "Of course, there are only two of you and me in this room, not me, who else can it be?" ”

"Boom!"

The next moment, Cheng Lin saw that in the dazzling light and shadow, the body of the handsome elf wearing the purple medium priest's robe suddenly fell backwards, and the whole person was so frightened that he fell off the chair, and the tilted chair hit the guardrail, making a heavy roar.

Grace panicked, his face full of shock, he pointed at Cheng Lin, and stammered, "You...... You...... Why do you ......?"

Cheng Lin shrugged his shoulders a little helplessly, and sketched a smile on his face that was as gentle as possible: "This topic may not be clear for a while, in short...... You're a priest of the sacrificial temple, aren't you? Okay, I'm going to see Elu, you know her, right? ”

"You...... Know...... High priest? ”

"Hmm, is she still alive?"

Grace nodded subconsciously.

Then, in the quiet and cold interrogation room, the interrogator Grace fell to the ground, and the panicked interrogator Grace heard the prisoner seem to breathe a sigh of relief, and then asked in a very nostalgic tone: "Is it okay, girl?" ”