Lahira obviously didn't expect Dill to ask herself such a question, and her big round eyes were a little overwhelmed.

He said hesitantly: "But but, the old man said that if it wasn't night, he couldn't complete the task." ”

"Oh," Dill nodded thoughtfully, "did you say Old Man Moang?" ”

Seeing that little Rahira nodded, Dill continued: "I have already asked him about this matter, and he said that for me it is okay day and night. ”

Lahira was a little blindsided, he felt that the person in front of him should not lie to him, he should believe him, but he had an intuition that told him that it was impossible for Grandpa Mo Ang to say this, and these rules that had been set a long time ago would not be easily changed.

Lahira hesitated, biting his lip in a tangled way, and said cautiously; "Why don't you wait a minute, I'll ask Grandpa Moang?"

"Okay, you go" Dill nodded briskly, and the smile on her face was like a strange aunt who abducted people.

Little Lahira took out the communicator, pressed it a few times, and found that the message could not be sent.

He thought for a moment, gritted his teeth, and prepared to call Grandpa Moang.

As a little brother who supports himself and carries two oil bottles, Lahira's life is very poor, unlike the local tyrant Sman, who spends money on private lines without blinking.

He usually contacts others with the free WiFi next door, and rarely makes phone calls because he wants to save some phone bills.

However, the number could not be dialed at all.

Rahira tried several times, but the news was also released, and the phone could not be called.

"Did you say hello?" Seeing that people were nesting in the bedroom for a long time and didn't come out, Dill asked.

Rahira walked out of the house, "I can't contact Grandpa Moang, what should I do?" ”

"Hmm" Dill made a serious thinking look, and waited for a moment before speaking: "You see that you can't contact Grandpa Mo Ang now, and no one tells you that what I said is wrong, so what I told you is credible, right?" ”

Lahira silently repeated Dill's words in her head, and her mind unconsciously followed Dill, as if there was no problem, it should be like this.

The simple little Rahira nodded: "Well, you're right, then you can go to the elf clan to complete the task." ”

"Okay," Dill agreed, still cheerfully, "Then before I finish the mission, should you show me the key to clear the level?" ”

Little Lahira looked up at Dill with a puzzled expression: "Why? ”

"Why?" Dill repeated, and then said in a righteous voice: "No, why, shouldn't it?" ”

"Oh" Little Rahira began to walk around the dill again, nodded, took the key from her pocket and put it in the outstretched hand of dill.

Dill took the key and put it in her arms, turned around and left.

Behind her, Lahira, a dwarf with short legs and short arms, chased after her.

"Your Majesty, why did you take the key, you can't take it now."

Dill stopped and looked back at her: "I know." ”

Little Rahira also stood still and looked at Dill, apparently waiting for Dill's next step.

And then...... Dill turned her head and walked on.

Leaving Hira in place, a little cutely wrinkling her brows and thinking.

"She can't take the key," he muttered to himself, "I told her she couldn't, but she didn't give it back to me, but she said she knew." Then she knows......"

Little Rahira scratched her head, "Forget it, the problem is too complicated to think about." ”

I waited by the fire all night last night without a good night's rest, and now it's time to continue to catch up on sleep.