Northern Ireland.

The Batesmola Pass is in County Antrim in Northern Ireland.

It was the middle of the 20th century, and Northern Ireland was far less prosperous than it had been, and Mawson and others had flown to England and then sailed along the coast to their destinations.

In addition to the metal visor, under normal conditions, Dr. Zola also provided Barnes with a special "medicine" to keep him emotionally stable.

However, in order to avoid accidents, Barnes kept his distance from the others and locked himself in the cabin alone.

In order to be in a hurry, after getting off the plane from London, they took advantage of the darkness of the night to rush directly to their destination, and according to the estimation of the route, they should arrive at the Betsmola Pass at dawn.

"Can't sleep?"

Looking at the back of Princess Nuara looking at the railing, Mawson said softly.

"Mawson, I'm a little worried about you."

"My brother is the most powerful warrior of the elven race, he has not tasted defeat for thousands of years, I am afraid of ......"

Mawson stretched out a finger to block Princess Nuala's next words, and his face pretended to be indifferent.

"A little bit of confidence in me, he hasn't failed just because he hasn't met me."

Princess Nuara opened her mouth, and the wetness on her red lips made Mosen's heart "wave", and the princess also realized the ambiguous action between the two at this time, and took half a step back.

Such a good opportunity, where is Mawson willing to let go, he followed Princess Nuara closely, and with a ring of arms, he hugged her soft waist and pulled her forward and hugged her in his arms.

"Mawson......" Princess Nuara struggled only slightly, then gave up resistance.

"Don't talk."

Mawson leaned close to her ear and whispered.

The heat in her ears tickled Nuara slightly, and an emotion she had never experienced before.

Under the bright moonlight, the face of Princess Nuara became more and more ethereal, and looking at the face close at hand, Mawson couldn't help but lean in.

Long-lasting affection.

Princess Nuara blushed and broke free from Mawson's embrace, and just when Mawsen thought she was going to leave, she gritted her teeth and took the initiative to wrap herself around Mawson's neck.

"Don't ...... here"

Mawson didn't know the message contained in his words, his eyes lit up, and he walked into the cabin with the princess in his arms.

…………

The showers stopped.

Mawson had to admit that he had been poisoned by all kinds of poison in his previous life, thinking that elves represented nobility and holiness.

But after experiencing it for himself, he realized how wrong he was, compared to humans, who have always maintained a primitive race system, and the elves who worship nature are obviously more wild and enthusiastic.

And in terms of physical structure, elves and humans are indeed very different.

"Mawson, do you know?"

"We are not a native race on Earth." The golden thread was scattered, and Princess Nuara lay on Mawson's chest and whispered.

"Elves are scarce, my brother and I are rare twins, and according to tradition, twins like us will be blessed by the temple." Princess Nuara lost her eyes and fell into deep thought.

"But then an accident brought our entire group to this place, completely cut off from our homeland."

"Remember where you used to live?" Mawson asked.

Princess Nuara shook her head, "Not long after I was born, I came to Earth, and there are only some fragments of memories left about my hometown. ”

"My brother has shown a strong talent for cultivation since he was a child, he is brave and good at fighting, and has made a lot of contributions, but as time goes by, he has shown more and more aggressiveness."

"Especially after the birth of the Golden Legion, it defeated the human alliance at that time, and at that time, my brother proposed to kill all humans!"

"Fortunately, my father stayed awake and scattered the crown, putting the Golden Army to sleep and exiled my brother."

"At that time, my father made up his mind to make me the heir of the elves, and based on the twin bloodlines of the two of us, a twin bond was formed!"

Mawson's brow furrowed when he listened, "What's that?" ”

"Within a certain distance, the injuries on the two of us are shared, which means that the injuries of either one of them will be faithfully transferred to the other."

"It's truly living and dying together!"

"You mean that within a certain distance, that is, if the distance between the two of you is far enough that the connection does not work?"

Princess Nuara nodded.

Mawson sat up straight, "When you get to your destination, I'll send someone to see you off." ”

"No, no!" Princess Nuara refused.

"I want to try to convince my brother, after all, the two of us are destined to be connected, and he won't be better if I get hurt."

"Nuala, I won't let you take such a risk!"

"If he attacks desperately, with you present, I can't let go at all, do you really want to hurt yourself to stop him at that time?"

Princess Nuara fell silent, but Mawson could see a hint of determination in her expression.

"I don't want you to be in danger, even if it costs me my life!"

Mawson moved slightly, and hugged Nuara tighter.

"I promise you, I'll come back alive." Mawson repeatedly assured that Princess Nuara hesitated to agree.

However, she told Mawson at the end that if Mawson did not come back alive, she would "commit suicide" and be buried.

Elven love is far more loyal than humans, and their partners remain unswerving.

Princess Nuara frowned and got up from the bed and handed the fragment of the crown she was carrying to Mawsen.

"I am the future Elven Empress, I will now hand over the royal token to you, and give you and me the right to jointly manage the entire race!"

"The fate of the entire elven race is up to you."

Putting away the fragments of the crown, Mawson's face was a little more solemn.

At the beginning, as a passerby, he always maintained the attitude of game life, but as he stayed in a world for longer and longer, he inevitably invested in his emotions and had many more fetters.

Even in the dead of night, he would always have some terrible thoughts that one day, the mission issued by the Chrono Express Company would hurt the handful of people he cared about in this world.

So how should he choose?

Nothing was said all night.

The next day at dawn, the ship docked, and everyone made a haste all the way, and when the sun rose, they reached the destination given by Princess Nuala.

There, however, there was no sign of the entrance other than rubble all over the ground.

"Do you know where the entrance is?" Mawson asked.

"The entire Holy City of Betsmola was built underground, but that was thousands of years ago, and no one has ever been there since the Golden Legion was sealed."

Mo Sen frowned, turned around and ordered everyone, "Look around, according to the time, Prince Nuada should have already entered, and there is a high probability that there will be more than one entrance to the Holy City." ”