Lirizzi's words sent a look of surprise on Sirris's face. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"You prophesied that the Nightingale Realm would become a swamp?" she asked.

"This is not my prophecy. Rarizzi shook her head.

"Nan Aifen, who is next to you, has been observing this forest, and I am only relaying the conclusion they have reached, you need to know that the elves know the forest best, and they have no reason to lie for you. If you're still not convinced, you might as well take a look at the areas where the bloodtooth mushroom grows most vigorously. ”

The last shred of Silris's luck seemed to be completely shattered with this sentence.

"You know what? Listening to you is like seeing a sword hanging over your head. But it's really ridiculous, in fact, before this, I was also against planting blood tooth mushrooms. ”

With that, she suddenly closed her lips and turned her head to look at Hawke, who was still asleep.

"But if repeated compromises and concessions result in enslavement, then there is no point. Cyreth muttered. Her words were so light that Lirezi, who was close to her, could barely listen to them.

Rirette looked to Silres' side and saw the woman clenching her hands into fists.

"Alright, it's time to rest. I'll need to borrow your girl named Ola, and I'll have you to take care of Hawke. ”

Lirizzi coughed and nodded, and when Sirrith was about to open the curtain and walk out of the inner room, he said, "Take Dildedo with you, this kid has the power of hope." ”

Cyreth nodded and walked out, the curtain swaying behind her before coming to a halt. At that moment, Lirizi's strong spirit finally collapsed. He couldn't even sit in a chair, and he just slid to the floor. Seeing this, Cross hurriedly held Lirezi's armpits. He spread his coat on the ground and finally had the wizard rest his head on his lap.

"It's disgusting to have a man's thighs on your pillows, isn't it?" Cross smiled at the paper-pale Ririzzi.

"But what kind of thing I am, you should have heard of it. ”

He stroked Rillez's forehead. The wizard in front of him, who seemed to be underage, but gave him a deep sense of scheming, was not as cold as he imagined. In fact, because of the persistent low-grade fever, Lirezi's body is warmer than the doctor Cross once loved, which makes Cross feel an indescribable irony.

As his breathing calmed down, Rirez closed his eyes and shook his head. Cross couldn't help but be slightly stunned when he looked at this vague response, and he didn't know whether this action meant "I don't think", "It's okay" or "It doesn't matter".

"You're so tired of talking, why didn't you let me do it for you?

The corners of Lirezi's mouth lifted slightly, as if to express his gratitude.

"Cross, why did the person you care about happen to him, in fact, the source is also here, and it is also for Heavenly Red. ”

"What are you playing?" Cross's face grew hideous.

"The contamination of the bloodtooth mushroom has long spread to the night owl village, but it is more subtle and difficult to investigate. The people you care about know too much, but they don't know how to protect themselves, and in the end, you lose an eye. ”

Hearing this, Cross suddenly pulled his knee from under Rierrich's neck.

The back of the wizard's head hit the ground in an instant, and before he realized what was wrong, Cross rolled over and rode on top of him and grabbed him by the neck with both hands.

"Didn't anyone tell you not to speak ill of him in front of me?"

Rillazie looked at Cross and frowned slightly.

"Next topic. You seem to have said Hawke was fine, right?" Cross said as he leaned over Rierrich's ear.

"Then let's do something fun to celebrate!"

On the other side, Diredo and Ora were following Sylreth through the tent-covered square, and Ora frowned at the first sight of the chaos in Nightingale's Village.

"What's going on here?" Ora thought to herself, but no one noticed her trouble, Diredo always looked a little dazed, and Hillris, who was busy with chores, was stopped several times with trivial matters.

After hastily dealing with the villagers who came to ask for help, Sirreth led the two of them straight to a wooden house in the northwest corner of the village, and the house in front of him not only stunned Aura for a moment, but also made Dilledo unconsciously stop.

The house was too similar to the building used by the Night Stalker Village to hold Hawke!

Silris, who was in the lead, did not see Ola's surprise, she simply greeted the guards guarding the building, and beckoned the two to follow, and when the group of three entered the building, Dildedo realized that Nightingale's prison was far more elaborate than the night owl's "cabin", and that the cells on this side were actually set up underground, and the four walls of the prison were all cold, hard bluestone, and even more surprising to Dildedo was a cell in the deepest part of the building. He had noticed from afar that the bars of the cell were made of steel bars, a luxury unimaginable in the sentry and arrow forest, and what kind of creature was qualified to crouch into a cell worthy of being called the "Governor's Residence"?

Silreth stopped more than ten paces away from the cell. She exhaled a little nervously, then shouted a name out loud.

"Liadlin!"

Upon hearing the name, Diredo's mouth suddenly opened wide.

"Shouldn't this guy have been executed a long time ago?

Before Dilledo could ask Hirreth for an answer, he heard a lazy yawn drift into his ears.

"Little girl, ah! I'm glad you remember my name, come here, let's have a good talk! No one talks to me, I'm suffocating. "I saw a living creature in the innermost cell move.

Since Sirris, who was holding the torch, never wanted to step forward, Aura and the others could only identify the living creature as a human by a little light.

"You get dressed first!" cried Silreth again.

"What?"

"Get dressed!"

"Hey, I thought that clothes had two functions, one was to protect, and the other was to cover shame. Speaking of protection, I couldn't be safer in this house made of stone walls and steel fences, and as for covering up my shame, I always felt that although you shouted that I was wearing clothes to let me cover my body, it was actually your concept of seeking common ground and eliminating differences, and I didn't think there was anything to be ashamed of in the celestial bodies, wasn't it natural for me to be born......"

The guy in the cell babbled, but Diredo's eyes lit up. This sophist who likes to use "I" to refer to himself, defines himself as soon as he speaks, and speaks in a wild and unbridled manner can only be the mage who convicted Flegg of murder twenty years ago - Liadlin!

Lyadlin continued to quibble: "For all these years, you have not even given me a razor, and my hair is like that of birds and beasts, so why don't you see you shouting for those birds with flat hair and beasts with round hair to wear clothes?"

Silris, who had endured it again and again, finally couldn't bear it anymore.

"I've brought the person you've been trying to see!

"Who? is the cook who mixes the spoon for me every day, but I have never seen her?"

"No! no. Cirreth rubbed her forehead.

"It's Ora, the daughter of Talo, the last of the Richie family, and the heir to the Nightingale's Cry. ”