Gradually opened his eyes, and woke up from a coma, Sarion found himself lying in a tree hole, lifted his right hand, and rubbed the back of his head, as if his brain had been drained, only to feel that his head was blank, and from time to time there were bursts of headaches. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info body is nothing, clenched his fist, the strength is still there, it seems, the only sequelae is just mental lack and fatigue.

"You're awake!" came an emotionless voice.

Hearing the voice, Saarion became vigilant. "Who are you? did you bring me here?" Looking around, it was not a very large tree hole, the light was not very good, there were no extra furnishings, only a few pockets were left by the wall, and a figure sat not far from the entrance of the cave, which seemed to have appeared there before he woke up. Confused, the person in front of him, whether he is friend or foe is not yet clear. The dimness of the light in the hollow of the tree allowed Saarion to see the silhouette of the woman under the cloak, wearing a dagger at her slender waist and carrying a longbow and arrows full of arrows behind her.

"Windranger-Wings, Charlman brought you here to protect you. Feather Wing replied briefly.

"Why should I trust you?"

"Just because I didn't cut off your ridiculously stupid head while you were asleep!" the words were not coarse, and the wings maintained their usual tone.

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Salion devoured it, two days of isolation from food, emptying his stomach, and the food seemed to have been prepared a long time ago, fresh meat, tender vegetables, bone broth, and even fruit. The protest of headaches is also completely ineffective in the face of food, on the contrary, with the replenishment of food, Saarion feels that the mental fatigue is easing, and the headache is slowly reducing.

"Won't you eat some?" said Sarion, with a mouthful of meat foam, looking like a wing leaning against the wall of the cave.

"Don't eat it!"

"If you don't eat, don't keep looking at me, I'll be embarrassed to eat. With that, Saarion grabbed a chicken leg and stuffed it into his mouth.

"You've already eaten three servings in a very short time, where would you be embarrassed. ”

"Okay, so, is it a pleasure to watch me eat? Or do you want to eat too, but you just can't easily take off your mask in front of men?"

"What do you think... Feather Wing was obviously a little impatient with Sarion's teasing, but his tone was still lukewarm and emotionless.

"You're wearing a cloak that already covers most of your head, but you're still wearing a mask, a tight double protection. It seems that your appearance is very important to you, are you ugly and strange who dare not see people? Probably not, you have a very good figure, exquisite, if you look ugly, it would be a pity. Saarion said, gesturing in the air.

Feather's indifferent eyes suddenly sharpened, and Sarion, who was talking to himself, didn't feel it at all, and continued to mumble to himself: "I heard that there is a rule somewhere, that women must wear a mask, or mask, all day long, and that the man who sees their face must either kill him or fall in love with him until death. Hehe, if a man takes off a woman's mask, only to find that the other person is extremely ugly, oh, what a tragedy it is, it's terrible to think about! ”

Before he could finish speaking, Saarion found that Feather Wing had removed the cape and the mask had been removed. He walked over with a murderous aura, staring at him with eagle-sharp eyes, silver hair, sideburns, and a pair of long pointed ears that looked so special. "You... Are you an elf?"

"That's right, you guessed it, I'm an elf. You're more right, the men who see my face are quite tragic, because they all died at my hands, do you want to be next?"

"No, no, no, don't want to. He swallowed nervously.

"Then shut up for me, and the next time I hear you talk about my appearance, I'll really cut off the stupid head on your shoulder!"

"Yes, eldest sister. "Like a child who has been taught by his elders, Sarion is so well-behaved and obedient at this time.

Given a little lesson, Feather Wing pulled back and stood up, put on the cape and hat, and tucked away the two pointed ears. "Besides me, the eyes of the elves, I'm sure you've seen them, right?"

"I... Where have you seen it?" Sarion pondered. "Eh, when you say that, it seems that you really have an impression, but I can't remember the specific situation. ”

"Hmph, a little conflict makes you so forgetful. With a look of disdain, Wing continued to put on her mask. "Just a reminder, when the Assassins visited the city of Merdes at night, they left behind a one-handed sword and a severed mask in the temple of the goddess. Judging from the craftsmanship of these two items, they are both made by the hands of the Black Elves. ”

"Yes, I remember, that female assassin, she just has the same strangely slender eyes as you. The difference is that her skin is dark and yours is snow-white. ”

"Yes, the Assassin was a Black Elf, and I will tell you that only a Black Elf unmarried woman would wear a mask at all times, and either fall in love with or kill the man who sees her face. As a non-black elf clan, you see something you shouldn't see, and it is estimated that if you escape to the ends of the earth, you will be chased and killed by her all the way. ”

"No wonder she said before she left that the next time we fought again, it would pierce my heart. I thought it was just a remark of not admitting defeat, but I didn't expect the intention to kill me already existed!" said Saarion thoughtfully.

The direct presence of the Holy Light that night made Sarion's spiritual power collapse for a while, and now as his energy continues to recover, he gradually recalls what happened that night. "So what should I do?"

"Hmph, what should I do? Shut your ridiculous mouth, listen to my command, talk less, cause less trouble, and obediently follow me to the barbarians. ”

Feather Wing seems to be quite confident in himself, and he also seems to be quite disdainful of Sarion. Strangely, although the self-proclaimed noble daytime elves are friendly with the Terran principality, few elves will directly obey the orders of non-native people. I don't know what the relationship between Charman and Feather Wing is, and what makes Feather Wing go against the racial norm.

Salion continued to eat his food, but at a much slower pace, and he continued to look at his wings, judging from the cold but beautiful face just now, there was no need to hide it in the slightest, presumably just to hide his elven identity. Her body is nimble and there are no superfluous movements, reflecting that she must be a master of agility. When he speaks, seven points are expressionless, two points are cold and arrogant, and one point is full of murderous energy. It shows that her heart is firm and strong. Saarion thought back to various stage play scripts, almost all of the scripts related to the elves reflected that the elves would not easily leave their own race, unless they had a special mission, and Saarion felt that this confident and cold and arrogant female elf was definitely not as simple as protecting herself, and there must be an ulterior secret in her.

After a full meal, Saarion briefly asked about some of the things that had happened in the coma for a few days. The sister who fainted with him in the temple of the goddess was only slightly injured, and she could recover in a few days of cultivation. Companions also waited ahead for themselves to meet. It's just that the situation in the principality is not very good, and the originally peaceful country has been turbulent due to the competition for the throne by several princes, and it seems that the war is about to begin. And he had to go to the barbarians as soon as possible, and he planned to go to the barbarians with the idea of realizing the value of life, but he was unintentionally involved in the battle for the throne, and he was in danger, so he was taken out by Charman and arranged to rest in a tree hole in the hidden woods, and at the same time ordered the elven windranger to accompany him to protect him. The retreat is broken, and the only way to move forward is to join up with Bakers and Morgan as soon as possible.