A hundred years ago, joining the garrison of the Tower of Calm was a supreme honor for the many wood elves in the Boiling Sea, and if a young man in any village was chosen, the elves of the whole clan would have to celebrate for several days.

But since the disappearance of the two secret treasures, the image of the "absolutely safe" of the Tower of Calm has quickly collapsed, and these originally beautiful garrisons have become synonymous with incompetence.

There was nothing left in the tower to guard, but the oath made by the sacred tree could not be counted, and a contract negotiated by the elders of the wood elves from all over the country completely cut off the way for these elves to return home.

"I'm surprised that you didn't all go to work for the black market. Luca said.

The head of the garrison, Garrensel, smiled bitterly: "It's not that I don't want to, the conditions for recruiting workers in the black market are very strict, there are three rounds of written exams alone, the first round of mathematics is very difficult, and there are several rounds of interviews later." ”

"Looks like you've tried it too?" Lukka felt as if there was a bitter hatred in his tone when he said the word "math test."

"Who hasn't been to the elves on this tower?" Garrenther's face flushed slightly, "There were too many people at that time, and the Undercurrent Chamber of Commerce specially sent three ships to serve as an examination room." ”

"So, you didn't make it?" Lukka said.

"Isn't that obvious, and if I pass, I'll still be able to talk to you here?" said Garrenthal, "and over the years, we've not had more than ten of us pass all the exams in total. ”

"Then you can stay here in peace. Lukka was slightly sympathetic to his plight, but couldn't help it.

Garlander said: "I can say that in another hundred years at most, I will reach the retirement age of 600 years old." Those young elves are miserable, let's just say the two on the dock, they just joined the garrison when that happened, they just turned two hundred years old this year, there is not a single female elf on this island, they are young, and they have to fight for nearly four hundred years, alas......"

"It's like if it didn't happen, you had a girl here. Dolan said. The content of the vows under the sacred tree is not a secret, and most of the aborigines of the Boiling Sea know that the renunciation of marriage is also included.

"That's different, we used to have faith to back it up," Garrensel shook his head, "but now? But counting the days every day, living like the walking dead, the only thought is waiting for the day when I turn six hundred." ”

Lukka listened to his grumbling for a long time, but the whereabouts of the Eternal Flame did not progress at all, and was about to get up to say goodbye, when he suddenly said loudly on his shoulder: "There are five people on the list, you just said four! and the last one, called ...... Where's Châttas's?"

"Shatas?" Garanthal recalled, narrowing his eyes, "he seems to be still on the island." ”

He shouted out the door, and an equally weak elf appeared in the doorway, rubbing his eyes and waiting for his orders.

"Call Shatas. Garrensel commanded.

His men hesitated, stood still, and asked, "Which Shatas, the one in the back kitchen, the one in the roots, or the one by the sea?"

"Eh, do we still have so many Shatas?" Garlanthel picked up the book and looked at it again, "It's Iloh Shatas, the yellow-haired one." ”

He paused abruptly, and slapped his head in hindsight: "Isn't he the one who sent these tourists here just now? ”

The garrison was ordered to leave, and not long after, they returned to the dining room with the yellow-haired elf.

"On the day the two treasures went missing, you were repairing the branches of the sacred tree overnight, right?" asked Garrenthal.

Châtas nodded.

"Well, you tell these tourists in detail what you saw that day," Garlander said in an accentuated tone, "It's about our income, so be careful!"

"Okay!" chattas sitted his back, "I'...... But I was out of the trunk and didn't see anything about it. ”

"It doesn't matter, say as much as you see. Lukka said, pulling a chair for him to sit down.

Chhatas recalled slightly, and said slowly: "That night, I was dealing with those moth-eaten trees on the branches of the thirteenth floor, you know, this thing is not sloppy, if it is not dealt with in time, the whole tree will be affected, and all the moth-eaten parts need to be emptied, and then ...... with plaster mixed with medicinal powder"

"Who's asking you this? His boss interrupted him.

Shatas was frightened and shrank back: "Treetop, well, that night, Maestro Carrara must have been playing the piano in that room as usual, his piano sound is a little choppy, this is quite normal, if he dozes off, the piano sounds like this." In the middle of the night, I had just dug up all the moth-eaten pieces of wood when I heard the sound of his strings 'pop', and it sounded like they had broken all together.

"And it wasn't long before the orcs on the top of the tower started to shout, you know, the orcs usually drank too much, and often scolded each other like this, but it was quite rare to do so when guarding the safe.

I looked up, and saw a dazzling flash of fire flying out from the top of the tower, so fast that I don't know how to describe it, but in a few minutes it was gone on the southern horizon. That's all I know. ”

Lukka thought for a moment and asked, "What's up to the south?"

"To the south?" Garantel smiled bitterly, "our island is in the middle of the Boiling Sea, and to the south is half of the Boiling Sea, dozens of islands. ”

"Did you go over there to find it?" Lukka continued.

"Of course we found it, not only us, but the soldiers of all races in the boiling sea searched all over the islands in the south at that time, and almost every stone was turned over and searched, not to mention the eternal fire, there was not even a little scorch. Garrensel said.

"Did you find Burning Kirishima too?" asked Nora suddenly. Burning Kirishima is the island where the fire elves live, and there are constant scorches all year round.

"I found it, but I didn't go there, a team of dwarves went to the island to look for it, and they didn't seem to be too afraid of the heat. Garrensel said.

It seems that this is the end of the information that the island can provide, and Lukka does not intend to waste any more time, although he does not get a clearer clue, but the "south" is at least more than half the extent of the entire boiling sea.

"Let's go, let's go back. With that, he stood up and walked out the door.