"Is there anything else you can do?" asked the King of the Jungle, who had not realized that his image had been almost destroyed.

The Otherworldly Soul glared for a moment, realizing that his gaze could not pierce the face that had accumulated for thousands of years, and he was indeed very sorry - to Kerryben, so he had to withdraw his gaze in a daze, and felt the golden thing from his dimensional bag.

"The dice?"

Just as he always gets key and important items when playing a game, the lich didn't feel that the dragon grammar book was just a spell book, he got the inheritance of the metal dragon language and the Quentin elf language from his mentor, and the knowledge of another plane was able to solve the mystery by chance, and his result was this dice-like hexahedron, with runes on it that even he could not dissect and recognize.

The King of the Jungle picked up the golden dice from his palm and observed them for a moment, "I can't answer your question," he said, before adding, "Even if I knew, I could open the Valvilain." ”

The soul of the other world could feel his heart pounding, it was not his feelings, but the lich's, and no one knew better than the lich how grand and sophisticated the Wanweilin of the Silver Crown Jungle was.

"Berlin," the King of the Jungle called, "Berlin?"

Birling appeared after a few breaths, and the souls of the other world couldn't help but worry for a moment, this distance with the elves' excellent hearing, people outside could hear what they were saying. But looking at Birling's expression, it was as if he hadn't heard anything.

- Rest assured, the King of the Jungle is not stupid enough to do so, said the lich.

When Berlin traveled to Wanvilyn with souls from another world, souls from another plane had the opportunity to observe and appreciate the Elven Court of the Silvercrown Forest.

Since coming to this plane, it has seen a lot of buildings, from Jianjaw Harbor to Cape Embankment. Then from the Castle to the White Tower, and from the White Tower to the Gray Ridge, the Gray Ridge to the Thunder Castle, the Thunder Castle to the Norman royal capital of the highlands, the royal capital to Duoling, Duoling to the Dragonfire Islands. Among the human beings, the dwellings of the commoners were made of mud bricks, and only stone was used as the foundation, and the fortresses of the nobles, the palaces of the royal family, and the sanctuaries of the gods were almost all made of stone, except for the Dragonfire Islands, where the outer walls were mainly rough gray, yellow, and cyan stones, and the inner walls and ground were mostly alabaster. As long as there is that manpower and wealth, these buildings will be built as tall and wide as possible—the same is true of the royal court of the Silvercrown Forest, but its height and vastness are only relative to the buildings, and its height cannot be compared with the silver-crowned wood, because the elves have built their royal courts above the water of life, and the silver-crowned trees around them are more robust and dense than those in other places, and some of them can even grow to two hundred to three hundred feet, and their branches and foliage cover the sky. And the flowers are like stars, completely covering the entire royal court. And the elves do not cut down the trees where they are as they do, as humans do, and beautiful beams and pillars rise from the cracks in the silver-crowned wood, which supports and encircles the stairs and walls, and numerous vines spread and grow under the doors and windows, and wrap around the delicate balustrades. To add a sense of vibrancy to them, the rooms here are not arranged in rows and columns according to the very common human order, high and low, large and small, sometimes one room next to the other. There are rooms above and below them, but sometimes you can see a lonely room high up in the middle of the world, and to the souls of the other world, they are like birds that inhabit the silver-crowned forest, with their own habits and hobbies.

If anything, it is that they are as white as silver crests, and the walls of the room are carved out of a row of circular windows near the zenith, without inlaid glass or wooden windows, and the lilac vines and yellow roses can walk through them freely, and if they are birds and squirrels, they can come in and take refuge in the rainstorm or when the snow covers the dense forest, or curl up in the elves' shoes and hats to keep warm. This is what Kerry had told Cremar, as the Otherworldly Soul had wondered why he always had to check the inside of his shoes and hats before putting them on.

"This is Van Velin," said Berlin, showing a swift crystal waterfall in front of an elf and a half-elf, and its loud noise shook the elven court, and the tiny droplets of water rushed to their faces, soaking their cheeks and clothes, and they were standing in front of a narrow drawbridge, on which only one man could walk: "I can't go any further," said Berlin, "Go forward, Cremar, you have the king's permission, and Van Velilyn will open it for you." ”

"If it ...... Well, I mean, didn't you recognize me?"

Berlin looked at his feet, "This rapids can go straight to the Starlight River. ”

The otherworldly soul grimaced in his mind, the narrow drawbridge stretched into the waterfall, and four or five paces away, Cremar could no longer hear any other sounds, and the waterfall that leaped hundreds of feet from top to bottom was also pushing his body fiercely-without waiting for the lich to urge it, it took another step forward-the sudden change made the black-haired spellcaster unable to react for a moment, of course he knew that behind the waterfall would not be a hard and slippery rock, but what he didn't expect was- It was a lake that could not be seen, the grass was continuous, the sky was bright and soft, but he could not see whether the sun or stars hung in it, and he walked to the lake, and the water was as clear as air.

There was a light mist on the surface of the lake, a little damp in the breeze, and just a few steps away from the black-haired spellcaster, a small boat was moored, with no oars or sails.

The otherworldly soul took off its boots, pulled up its leggings, waded barefoot and walked to the small boat, it was so small, it only allowed one person to sit or lie in it, and when the caster entered it, it moved on its own, sailing into the depths of the mist.

――Are you looking for runic information related to this dice??, the spirit of the other world, asked, what should we do now?He looked around, there was nothing but mist, and we seemed to have been thrown here.

- Let me think, the lich said, since we weren't thrown straight into the Starlight River - I've heard something, try putting your hand in the water?

-- The water is warm. The soul of the other world said, and then what?

――Try to think about the book you want to read?

- The book I'm going to read may not be available here, says the soul of the other world. At the end of the 350th chapter of "The Full-Time Hunter", almost at the same time as his words fell, something touched his finger, not a fish, not algae, and a soul from another plane lifted out what touched his finger with a strange face, it was actually a very thick book. There is not a single sign of dampness on the parchment, either on the cover or on the inside pages.

- What is this? The otherworldly soul asked, he couldn't read the words.

- The work of a dwarven druid. The Lich came to the conclusion after only one glance, insisting that there were many creatures in the world that had yet to be discovered, the most famous of which he named the Grass Mud Horse.

- Are you laughing at me?

- yes, I'm glad you found out so quickly - put the book back.

――Does it have anything to do with hunters?

- One thing, written by one of the followers of the orc Kawuha, the orc language, the elven Van Weilin is really all-encompassing.

――How can it still fuzz search?

- Isn't it? It's a surprise, well, the surprise is over, let's find what we need - what are you thinking? I don't need a gossip newspaper, it's your plane!

......

- I know you're in dire need of something to read to match your IQ, but what do you think a gray-robed codex of analysis can solve for us? Of course I know that's not what you want.

......

- What is this? Your brain? Isn't it, even goblins who are scarce don't want to read it.

......

- Calculus? Ah, is that the thing that has made you do so many times? yes. You forgot, but I remember. It's not calculus. You could call it a lock-in, but it's a shame we can't stay here for a year, or a lot of years?

......

――――――

"What did you say?"

"I said," said the young warlock patiently, "we may try." ”

Ryette suddenly laughed: "I don't believe you, dear brother, your lying skills have regressed too much. How could you think that I would believe that a disciple of a powerful warlock would rashly betray his mentor?"

"I didn't betray my mentor," said Ryette's brother, "I'm just trying to fix a small problem, sister." ”

"You were accusing me the night before of trying to take your mentor's prey," Ryette irritated with the whip in his hand, "and you're here today to ask if I'd like to peek into the secrets with you?"

"Valuable secrets. The male warlock said, "My mentor has completely forgotten about these humans, don't you think so?" ”

"I've always had a lot of guts. But I don't think it's worth it to continue to spend my strength on these things, and the White Tower can accumulate enough credit for me. ”

"But those humans represent more than just gold. The young warlock rightly said, "They have a big secret hidden in them." ”

"I don't want to know. Reichette stood up and made a mock walk out the door, but her steps were not as firm as her tongue.

"Really? Reyette, I heard from the Mentor that they had been given a rune that had helped a shouting Reverend Ilmote repel the half-dragon demon's bats several times in a row - you know what the half-dragon's bats were, right? He seemed to be a powerful mage back then. But that's not all, this rune is said to hide a secret that is as valuable as a nation. ”

Reit warns herself that a warlock will never give a good news to another warlock for free, and that they will ask for a higher price than you think, so high that you can't afford to pay it, but Reit also has her own weaknesses, that is, her blood is not pure enough, and she is a woman, although in Grenada, women are born to be Gredi's priests, but her power can only be said to be mediocre in both men and women, and no person with dragon blood will be indifferent to power, especially Reyette.

"But what I've heard is that your mentor has taken the rune. ”

"No, he may have gotten it, but it's not true, it's still in the hands of those people - he's made a mistake once, and it's not surprising that he's done it once. ”

"What do you get?"

"All. "But I'd like to share it with you, sister." He smiled, and the shadow under his eyes deepened: "My dear sister, you may still wonder why I did this, but it doesn't matter, I will explain to you in detail the current situation - the mentor is not only my disciple, and almost every task he accepts now is done by himself, or he is taking advantage of those human apprentices who don't know anything about the inside story, and he doesn't even want me and the other disciples to share a little, why? Mother's plan has reached the final step, you, my mentor, and the others, they are all working hard, and now if we don't do anything more, then never do it, you, my sister, you are only the leader of the Thieves' Guild, and I, at most, can only be one of the many warlocks in Grenadari, only a little more noble than mortals, but we will always be the most lowly servants in front of our blood relatives, are you willing to do this?"

"You can tell your mentor about this. Rewitt hesitantly fiddled with his hammer: "That was his prey." ”

"Then he'll take it all and leave nothing for me. ”

"He still has your contract in his hand. ”

"You don't know, sister, the contract can be broken, as long as the disciple's strength exceeds that of the mentor - it is not impossible. ”

"What do you want to do?" asked Rayette, "The power of the guild is not something I can use at will. ”

"Hire, hire, matter-of-business, dear sister," said the young warlock, "I still have some gold and precious stones here,

"Your Mentor ......"

"Why do you think I chose this time to meet with you?" sister," said the warlock, "My mentor is in the Seventy-Seven Islands, and in order to fulfill the order of the 'Mother', he will not think of the White Tower anytime soon, you can go and find out for yourself, but I promise, you will not get anything but waste gold." ”

"You've got to come with me. ”

"Do you need to talk about that?" said the warlock, staring at Ryette for a moment, "we were together until we were ten, and we are still together, and you don't want to get rid of me." (To be continued.) )