The next day has arrived.

The sun is shining and the sky is cloudless.

After the rain and wind, the green leaves in the mountains become more and more fresh and tender, and occasionally only the raindrops on the branches are blown by the wind.

Surrounded by nature, the only remaining point of disobedience is in the center of the valley.

Whether it was Mogan or Lucifer, the two of them stood in place, neither of them actively touching the pale green ball, nor even moving a star.

Not that it is humble.

In the line of sight, the small ball in the air was pulsating slowly and firmly, like a regular heartbeat.

Bang, bang, bang.

Once, again, again.

The intensity is getting stronger and stronger, and it can be faintly seen that the surface size of the green ball is constantly shrinking and relaxing with this sound.

It looks like a heart that is completely stagnant in the air, but it has no special shape, just an ordinary, unadorned ball.

Now, even if you don't have any knowledge, you can realize that this is a living being.

"This is supposed to be the first juvenile form of the elves." Lucifer couldn't help but speak, "I haven't seen it with my own eyes, but I've heard that they grew up in this form on the Elven Ancient Tree. ”

As for the appearance of a little guy who can run and jump under the elf ancient tree, is cute and cute, and has hands and feet, that is the next process step.

Lucifer was only in his teens or twenties when the elves were completely wiped out, and he had never seen that kind of scene, so it was normal to rely on common sense in books.

Mogan, of course, was the same.

But he didn't take the initiative to talk, just folded his arms and stared at the ball not far away.

Also watching it follow Lucifer's opening, the pulsation frequency suddenly and dramatically accelerated, especially at several important nodes.

Then it returns to normalcy as if nothing happened, as if nothing else happened in the subsequent recovery.

He was unmoved, and the reason was naturally precisely because of this.

- The gadget was conscious and could hear Lucifer's words, but waited for the two to react without making a sound.

It's a small thing, and the shelves are quite big.

Mogan mainly didn't like the feeling of being forced to predict his actions.

If anyone has to speculate about him, they may first taste what is called "the rebellion of the half-dragon" and "the scheming of the merchant".

But he is also good at and keen to speculate on others - this is also a kind of "do unto others as you would have them do unto you".

Finally, in the seemingly endless waiting, ripples rippled on the surface of the pale green ball, and sound waves were faintly emitted.

"My name is Dorandot......"

"Can you help me?"

“…… Is anyone there? ”

The immature sound is especially pleasant, like the tinkling of a stream in the morning, but it does not distinguish the gender - substituting the development of the vocal cords of the human race, this timbre is equivalent to that of a child before the voice change period.

It's just that the tone is obviously better than average.

Elves do not reproduce in a conventional way, and according to the results of Terran scholars' research, they are born without gender, and their appearance and sexual characteristics are only the appearance of acquired interests and tendencies in their development.

But to Mogan, it didn't matter if the sound was like a sympathetic Terran cub.

He has a mature and well-developed system for dealing with strangers or things.

Rather than premature proactive contact, prior observation is also part of the ad hoc plan.

- It's better than putting all the good intentions into it, but you don't understand anything, and meet a riddler who doesn't say anything.

At least adequate insurance.

No matter what kind of anomaly he faces, Mogan must first put a vigilant target and stay where he is.

Stopping Lucifer who wanted to talk, Mogan gestured with his eyes, continued to look at the situation again, and waited for a more appropriate time.

Dorandot thought that his voice was too quiet, and that the others did not open their mouths again because they had not heard his own narration, and continued to agitate the shell in a jerky tone, and kept breaking his thoughts.

"I'm scared...... There's a lot of rain here, but there's the smell of the forest, the smell of flowers, it's fragrant, but it's cold......"

"I heard the birds, but it was far away...... It seems to be far away, far, far away, anyone? ”

Seeing that no one was paying attention to it, Dorandot changed the subject to herself, as if to cheer herself up.

"It's not too cold, actually...... I haven't been blessed, I don't feel cold, it's just that it's empty around me, there's nothing, I'm scared. ”

"It's not that I'm afraid...... The main thing is that I can't see anything, and after a long time, I don't know what happened, everyone went there? ”

"It's supposed to be daytime, but it's pitch black...... Is there something nearby, there is a powerful energy field that I can't see anything......"

The descriptions were confusing and uniform, pitiful and optimistic, and Mogan summed it up a little and came to the following conclusions.

The self-proclaimed Dolando's juvenile elves are well-organized and not ignorant.

It has an IQ level of at least ten years or more, and can hear sounds, smell smells, and perceive light.

In addition, it is supposed to be able to sense magical energy, and unsurprisingly, the "energy field" in the description should come from the space-time ore next to it.

Although there is confusion between the perception of light and the silent senses outside, the overall attitude is fairly upward, and there is no obvious communication barrier.

In other words, it is possible to talk normally.

There are also some miscellaneous words, and it is not clear for the time being that the actual representative object is spoken.

"Bless", "Everyone".

Without waiting for Lucifer to feel pity and run to comfort the little life, Mogan stepped forward slowly, placing his hand near the pale green ball, until he saw the ball pop slightly.

If you want to describe it, it is like being frightened and retreating.

This is "seen".

Through this temptation, he noted the range of perception of the ball, and Mo Gan was businesslike and spoke lightly.

"My name is Mogan Grande, and I'm a businessman—a good friend."

If necessary, not to mention a spherical elf who complains about a conscious and thoughtful person, even for a real doll, Mogan can pick up his perfect etiquette.

In terms of contrivedness, he is professional.

"It's nice to meet you, I'm Dorandot!"

The elf's tone instantly turned up, and the joy was overflowing, completely ignoring that this person had previously regarded himself as nothing, like grasping a life-saving straw.

"Just now, were you talking?"

The elf didn't seem to have a great deal of confidence in the discernment of other people's voices, and it didn't tell that it was not Mogan who was speaking just now, but His Majesty the King, who was now silent.

But it didn't immediately continue to call for help, probably thinking about something, and moved back slightly, which can be regarded as a simple and implicit gesture of goodwill.

"Your name is special." Mo Gan commented briefly, and then the conversation simply changed, not pretending at all, "Are you an elf?" ”

"Yes!" The elf's voice was crisp and replied sincerely, "I am from the United States of Rassville. I'm actually ...... I should say that I was on the way to travel, but I don't know why, I slept and was locked up......"

This process doesn't sound very reasonable and legitimate.

Mogan glanced at Lucifer and noticed that he didn't seem to be responding to the name of the unfamiliar country, even confused.

But the elf, who called himself Dolando, seemed to be sure that this was a term they should know, and did not mean to explain it in the slightest.

It's not easy.

The elf didn't think there was anything wrong, and continued to chatter, as if to convince the person he met that he was a good child, "Although I have been separated from everyone, I have been looking for someone!" They will wait for me, probably nearby. ”

"Are you traveling around?" Mogan continued to ask, "Where is the destination?" ”

Before explaining the information and letting the elf realize that something was wrong, he also wanted to draw some "logical" conclusions from Dolando's mouth as much as possible.

Dolando, too, was happy to answer, "Lord Light God will guide us forward!" We're heading to the continent of Iverson and looking for a new home. ”

Mogan was silent for a moment.

In the short three sentences of the elf, there are too many doubts that go against the current common sense.

But at the end of the day, a familiar place name appeared, which did not make Mogan suspect that the little guy was from another world.

Although the so-called end point is here. So is the so-called United States of Rassville on the continent of Mirnik?

It is true that many countries have disappeared in the long river of history, but after all, the Mirnik continent is not a category he is familiar with.

It is a well-known fact that the elves disappeared and became extinct more than ninety years ago, but there is definitely more than just hundreds or thousands of years.

If there was a country called Lasswell many years ago, where the elves once lived, and then moved to the continent of Iverson, then it really makes sense.

But Lucifer's reaction shows that all of Dorandot's claims are one-sided, and that the learned king of Mirnik is ignorant of this "fact".

How long ago did it take for nothing to survive?

In addition, this is the first time that Mogan has heard such a concept of the United States on both continents.

Again, this is a huge doubt, because monarch-centered regimes are basically a consensus on the concept of state on the twin continents.

This little Dolando, like the most primitive cub of the elves, has already formed the ability to know and express language.

What kind of existence is it?

Unusual signals are everywhere.

"The space inside the space-time ore may be time-static." Lucifer gave his own reasoning, "It is possible that it was unaware of the passage of time in the outside world. ”

But there is no doubt that this little thing must not belong to the same era as them, not all the way.

It was only then, because of the change in tone, that Dorandot vaguely realized that there should be two people present besides herself.

"Are you ......?"

In order to study the elf, Lucifer had already taken a few more steps, basically stepped into the range of perception, and stretched out his hand.

He also turned his head to look at Mogan, because Dolando's question was about the solution.

Do you continue to use the pseudonym "Jahn Warren", or what?

But the problem quickly lost its relevance.

"Lucifer ......"

Hearing this name, Mogan's eyes froze, not because His Majesty the King revealed his real name.

For the person who uttered this was neither Mogan nor Lucifer himself.

It's Dolando.

It didn't even have an additional exchange, just a touch from Lucifer.

Just a little touch.

Lucifer Lestus ...... The second Terran, your name? ”

It seemed to be unaware of this situation, and directly said the full name of His Majesty, and confirmed it repeatedly.

The cheerful and lively elf suddenly turned into a hot potato-like existence, which made Lucifer's eyes blank, and Mogan took a few steps back.