Griffith once suspected that the girl in front of him had run away from home because of her rebellious personality or wanting to prove herself, and this is how the two met, just like in many stories, which originated from the pursuit of freedom, which is a beautiful coincidence.

However, after thinking about it repeatedly, a series of events and excessive coincidences gave him some new speculations. A reasonable guess is that she has a certain trait or a certain condition that attracts Galadia and the clues associated with her.

"There's something I don't understand," Griffith lowered his voice, "Even if you didn't go against the goblins, I'd know you in Holmonwarts and be here today, wouldn't I?"

"Then we wouldn't be so acquainted. Do you dare to talk to me after entering the school? Without me, you would die in the Whispering Forest, and today there will be no business for you, and I will not get supplies or reinforcements. And, I suspect, if you didn't know me well, you probably wouldn't have been sent here. ”

Miss Elf looked at Griffith very seriously, sending chills down his spine.

So, so, what, it's really possible that the Consuls of Canaan wanted to kill me, and then caused the current situation by accident......

"Although Iluvash's prophecy is vague and vague, it has been revered by the world for thousands of years!" Galadia suddenly pinched the back of Griffith's hand hard, "Hey~ Why are we talking? ”

The world shrouded in rust, charred black, and dust begins to peel off the ash and worn-out of the surface at a rate visible to the naked eye. The ruined villages, ruined streets, and fields reappear in color, and re-enter a state of tranquility under the ashes.

"Thirteen minutes, from the beginning to the end of the last metamorphosis," Galadia cautiously walked out of hiding, "that monster suddenly appeared with us without any recruitment at the beginning of the metamorphosis, probably because he lived in symbiosis with this vision. Now that the vision is over, he may not appear. ”

"Well, how can you be sure it's thirteen minutes?

"I'm counting my heartbeat as I talk to you!" the elf girl shook her fingers, "Amazing! The protagonist of the story won't dare to go out with this hand." ”

The village remained empty in the setting sun.

The two went to the village office square, where they found a very neatly maintained bulletin board. In this place, which should be silent, there seems to be a faint whisper of speech, vague and unrecognizable.

Griffith almost subconsciously held his breath to hear what the vague words were saying.

"Don't listen, don't meditate, don't observe with mental power," the elf girl gave him a hard blow on the shoulder, "I'll do this, if something happens at least one person is not affected." A notice appeared on the bulletin board, let's go check it out. ”

In small towns and villages in the countryside, messengers and vendors bring news to the village chief, who then announces it on the notice board in front of the village office.

In this small, deserted village, a half-used papyrus is nailed to a bulletin board. The edges of the paper are not yet frayed and the handwriting is legible.

"Notice.

"After a long negotiation, the fate of our Xiluo Village has finally taken a turn for the better today.

"The proposal for the construction of the dam has been approved in the first instance. In order to maintain prosperity and abundance forever, the government planned to relocate the village to a fertile plain.

"The villagers' meeting will be held tomorrow, and all respectable villagers are invited to vote for the future of their village. This vote is about the relocation plan and compensation policy, and it is a major event for the future of all.

"Salute to His gracious and generous His Majesty the King and the wise [unrecognizable here]!

"Village Chief Kangming Vlad.

"[Date is blurred and illegible]"

As he read the notice, Griffith seemed to hear a burst of jubilant shouts, as if the villagers who had once lived there had gathered in front of the notice to rejoice at the news.

Galadia rubbed her forehead, and her already fair face turned even paler. She clutched Griffith's arm, looking uneasily.

"What's wrong?"

"No, nothing," Galadia almost leaned against her companion, "do you hear anything?"

"It seems like the villagers cheering," Griffith nodded, "and it sounds like everyone is happy about the move." ”

Galadia was not in a good state, she seemed to listen once, and then heard a not-so-good sound. If unlucky, the listener may be traumatized by mysterious emotions, wills, and powers in the process.

As the administrative center of this small village, the village hall is nothing more than a few wooden and stone brick bungalows. The roof and walls are still intact, and the wooden floors are flat and neat. In the main hall connected to the entrance, there are several tables, chairs, and bookshelves, as well as thin books spread out and tea sets filled with water.

"The location where the seal we entered appears is downstream of a dam, and what we see now is the village of Xiluo before it was submerged, and it has been more than five years since the Tuyan Dam was built, and all this we see is an illusion of the past?" Griffith flipped through the account books on his desk, "I can't see the exact date, but from the content, the village is still functioning normally, and there are records of crop harvests and transactions here, there is no date." ”

"Are the people of the village swept away by the flood? No, it can't be," Galadia said to herself as she checked the bookshelves, "I have never heard of such a tragedy in your kingdom in the last ten years. ”

There are countless possible causes of seals, and specific methods for specific seals deactivate them. According to occult knowledge, for the seals that project a realm, the cause is often the long-term collective subconscious of the inhabitants or the scattered psionic energy of local creatures, and the most effective way to unlock the unspoken secrets is to unlock them.

Griffith checked the room one by one. Behind the main hall is the kitchen and lounge, where there are no figures and no signs of battle. Galadia followed closely at her companion's side, keeping an eye out for hidden traps or circles.

The last room resembles a warehouse, which occupies a large area from the exterior structure of the house. Griffith reached out and pushed the door, which seemed to have something on top of it.

"Be careful. Griffith took the axe from his waist and slashed at the door. The wooden door was split through a huge opening.

Several red objects fell to the ground with a plop through the shattered cracks.

Galadia hurriedly turned her head away and covered her mouth in disgust.

These are the corpses of five strong men. Their skin and hair were ripped off, and the flesh on their chests and lower abdomen was twisted into a ball. The blood had dried up, and the bare teeth, eyes, and nasal cavity were twisted and hideous.

Griffith bent down and endured intense discomfort to examine it. The victim's clothing was missing, most of the skin had been brutally stripped away, and some skin fragments remained on the fingers, toes, and other parts of the skin. One of them wore a ring encrusted with magic crystals, and the other two had silver necklaces with identification badges around their necks. Their names are inscribed on the rings and identity tags.

"Master Demel Haaker. ”

"Pinkton Lee Knight, Thorder Han Cadet Knight. ”

Griffith retrieved the victim's belongings, recalled the information before departure, and turned to pat Galadia, who couldn't bear to look at the scene: "They are not the investigators sent before me, they may be an earlier team. Includes a mage, a knight, a probationary knight, and two unidentified assistants. I found the identities of the three from them. ”

"Is there anything else in the warehouse?" said Galadia, frowning, still unable to look directly at the skinned corpse on the ground.

Griffith pushed open the broken wooden door and peered into the warehouse.

This is a room for miscellaneous items. Empty slots for bows and arrows, shovels, and hoes remained on the wooden shelves, and the contents of the shelves were gone.

Griffith turned and took the mage's ring and handed it to Galadia. She poured a little spiritual power into it, and said as she sensed it: "The records and information in the ring have been erased, I suspect that he is a mage from a nearby town, otherwise he would not have taken people ......"

The elf's whisper stopped abruptly and looked out the glass window in alarm.

Outside the dimly lit room, a figure was leaning on the window. His face was pressed against the glass, and his face looked like a charred little black man, and he looked at the two men in the room, slowly grinning the corners of his mouth, revealing his pale teeth.

Galadia's eyes widened, and she took two steps back and slammed into Griffith's shoulder. The latter sprang out like a cheetah and leaped towards the low ledge.

"Bah!" the glass and wooden windows shattered, especially harsh in the silent twilight.

Griffith jumped out of the window and reached for the black figure.

The black figure that was still by the window just now had disappeared, as if what had just been seen was only a phantom, and disappeared as the glass shattered.

"Slow down, wait for me!" Garradia jumped out as well, grabbing the arm of her companion who was about to pursue, "Don't be scattered." ”

The shattered glass clanged to the ground, and the surroundings fell silent again.

"There are different rules and clues inside the seal than in the outside world, and finding those corpses may activate a clue to the answer," Galadia moved to her companion's side, "and the remaining memories of the seal may be found nearby." ”

As soon as the words fell, a shadowy black figure suddenly appeared beside the two of them. They were all blackened as if they had been burned, and they were huddled into tiny balls. Dots of red light appeared and disappeared on them, like sparks that had not yet been extinguished.

The figures walked past the two of them, leaving their wind-blown footprints of sparks and ashes as they gathered in front of the village office.

"Come on. Galadia grabbed Griffith's hand and ran after the strange humanoid.

It was like the first time we had held hands! Well, there was no clenching at the ball. Griffith's brain was suddenly illuminated by lightning, and his whole body became excited. The elf girl's hands are so slender and smooth that it is impossible to imagine being able to pull a strong bow.

It should be emitted through magic to assist in the output. It feels so good. Griffith's head was full of jumbled thoughts.

The wonderful touch on his skin made him overjoyed. However, good times are always so short-lived, and Galadia quickly let go of her hand, leaving him with a sense of loss in his heart.

Behind them, the glass windows that had just been smashed had been repaired at some point, as if nothing had happened.

There is another page of notices on the notice board standing at the entrance of the village office.

"Missing person notice.

"The village chief, Kangming Vlad, is missing.

"Lord Ennaze Viktim is searching with the village chief's family. We are all very concerned about the safety of the old village chief, and the villagers who have seen the village chief in the past day should inform the village office immediately.

"The disappearance of the village chief will not affect the vote of the village assembly, please gather at the Earth Dragon Altar at 6 o'clock tomorrow night.

"Village Office (Seal).

"[Date is blurred and illegible]"