The sunlight pierced the half-faded flannel curtains like sharp blades, casting specks of light on Akachi's face, and the light that danced as the curtain swayed slightly seemed to peel away the unusually clumsy facial lines on the elf's face, but the light did not awaken the dream-like man at all. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Still immersed in his sleep, Akachi frowned slightly, but showed no signs of waking up, until a song swept along the path opened by the light.

The branches of the trees that were broken in the lost land,

Now it has been stretched into a crown of gold,

But the land covered by the crown has become a home,

I don't know where the place is yet.

It's an exotic song, completely different from the genre of the local bards, but if you know the elves of this world, you'll know that this song depicts how the elven kingdom of Aifen is divided into two tribes, the north and the south.

The elves of the Southern Aifen tribe now inhabit the south of the Prancing Horse River, under the World Tree Tlalen, which is the "golden crown" mentioned in the song, and the splintered Northern Aifen elves settle in Elada, north of the Glory Grassland, and the name of this song is "Elada".

As the music caught his ears, Akachi's eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings. He turned his head sideways and stared at the curtain for a moment, only to realize that the woman next to him had her legs resting on top of him. Seeing the two men's shirts wrinkled by the woman in an "elegant" sleeping position, and the blanket that should have covered them was nowhere to be found, Akachi couldn't help but sigh helplessly.

Yesterday, he could have gone back to the guild directly, or stayed in an ordinary inn, and had a plan to leave a surplus of money for himself. But he eventually chose such a place to stay overnight. This choice left Akachi penniless again, except for a fee that had to be paid to the guild today.

"At least every penny of my own money was converted into happiness in time. Akachi thought to himself.

He lazily lifted his arm and scooped away one of the woman's legs resting on his waist. Then he went straight to the window.

The moment the curtains opened, the sudden influx of sunlight into the room unexpectedly did not dazzle or make Akachi feel uncomfortable, he stretched comfortably, and his hands raised above his head were quickly put behind his head and his blonde hair was arranged into a ponytail.

With a headband in his mouth, Akachi looked seemingly casually at the street scene under the window, and the scene in front of him was the market of d'Estaing. At this time, the morning market has just opened, and the vendors' goods have been stacked, but the flow of customers is very small.

Although not a wealthy city built on the hill, D'Estaing is also home to a unique market and merchants, and even holds a carnival every year. However, due to the recent frequent homicides, the morning market, which used to be bustling, now seems to be a little sluggish. Many civilians have taken aim at the bureaucracy and the dark organization with many connections to the authorities, the Quenching Dagger, but the real people in the industry know that things are trickier than they think.

At least Akachi knew that there were some things that were definitely not the work of the Quenching Dagger, because the Quenching Dagger was not interested in gnawing the corpse. Pushing all the murders on the assassin is the real brainless approach. However, he was not interested in investigating the truth or proving anything to the ignorant public, and his interest now was to listen to that melodic tune.

In fact, this song called "Elada" is not the first time Akachi has heard it, and many bards have performed or challenged this song that can be called an elven ballad. It's just that it is difficult for human mouthpieces to make proper small tongue sounds, and they often interpret the elven language in the lyrics so vaguely that Akachi cannot understand the meaning of the words at all, and there are fewer and fewer elves living in Destaing, and Akachi even wondered if there are other elves living here, but even if there are, they will not sing "Elada".

On the night of the stars, they sought a home together,

Many footprints have disappeared one by one in the long journey,

The north wind swept up the snow and built a silvery curtain,

But the unveiler looked at the land nourished by eternal spring.

Now he understood what "Elada" was singing. This made Akachi more and more convinced that the singer must be an elf from the Northern Effin tribe. The question is, don't all the Northern Aifen guys live in Elada in the far north? Why go all the way to the southern barbarian land of Destain? Akachi couldn't help but guess, while squinting at the song "Elada" that had been performed over and over again.

There was a rustling sound behind him, and a pair of hands wrapped around Akachi's back.

"Leaving?" asked the woman behind her.

"Yes. ”

The woman let out a sigh of disappointment.

"In the daytime, all your sweet words are gone. ”

Akachi chuckled as he seemingly inadvertently brushed off the woman's hands around him, then turned around and said, "I thought you preferred to hear the voice of money!"

That's a more realistic way to put it. The woman sighed again.

"When will you come again?"

"Wait until the next time you have money. Akachi took advantage of the situation and took her earlobe, and said in a slightly hoarse, muffled voice, "Your accommodation here is not cheap. ”

"Actually, you can try to pay on credit. The woman's eyes became enchanted.

Or...... Reimbursement by other means...... Elves like you ...... wipe their faces clean."

I heard another burst of laughter coming from the depths of Akachi's throat.

"That sounds a bit of a sinister idea. Uh-huh, you're such an evil, wicked woman. He kissed the woman on the cheek as a farewell kiss.

A short time later, Akaki pushed open the door with butterflies and roses painted under the cat's eyes, and then disappeared into the end of the street like a normal traveler. Almost the same moment he left the house, the echoes of "Elada" also stopped.

Eko closes the song with a weak note, then looks up at the visitor in mocked confusion. At this moment, in front of the poet stood a guy in uniform, the man's expression was full of philistine, and the appearance of stomping his feet was a bit of a bluff. Ecco noticed that the vendors around her glanced at the man from time to time, but none of them showed the slightest respect in their eyes.

"A general officer, I'm afraid this is not the person I'm looking for. Ekor sighed inwardly, and as he pondered how to speak, an old man over the age of sixteen stepped forward.

"It's the same good weather as yesterday, sir!