"I actually found this diary by chance, and because of my interest, I also pursued this matter for a long time."

"Slave market. Centaurs."

"In the Red Clay Highlands"

Under Tyrande's watchful eye, Ron slowly told him everything he knew, including where he found the notebook.

However, Ron didn't mention anything about the system's travel targets and the sphinx's spawned monsters.

He selectively withheld this information.

When Tyrande heard this, he unconsciously lowered his head slightly, and the palms of his hands hidden in his sleeves slowly clenched.

Things were going in the worst direction she had envisioned.

but

It's better to have a clue than no clue, isn't it?

Even though Kahlan is gone, her persecutors may still be alive.

"Don't worry, Kahran, the humans who hurt you, I will, one by one, kill them all."

Seeing that Tyrande's eyes faintly revealed a hint of blood and cruelty.

Ron didn't have to guess to know that she would definitely go to the slave trader to find out what was going on.

As for how to probe

Come to think of it, the underground market in the royal capital is going to have a bloody storm again.

However, the follow-up of this incident doesn't seem to have much to do with Ron himself.

Whether the elf Karan is dead or alive, Ron doesn't care.

He was just going to use this information in exchange for Tyrande's reward.

Of course, before that, surface work still has to be done.

Looking at the muscles in Tyrande's cheeks that were unconsciously tense, the clenched teeth hidden in them were already eager to fall on the enemy's body immediately.

Ron rarely slowed his tone and said comfortingly:

"Don't be too scared, things don't have to turn around."

"Turnaround?"

Tyrande looked at Ron quizzically.

Ron unhurriedly drew a line on the table with his fingers, and then urged a trace of magic to conjure up multiple virtual scenes on the line.

"Let's go back to where we started and think about what the problem is."

Imaginary images emerge in front of Tyrande and Ron.

This is an extreme expression of mastery of the magical element.

Even without the use of divine powers, Ron could do most of the things that God could have done in his previous life [Bible] by using magical powers.

Move with the hand command

Ron brings an image of an elf girl meeting a human boy to the very middle.

Although he had never seen Kahlan in reality, Ron had already sketched an image of this lively and lovely elf girl in his mind through the description of the elf diary and various details.

And judging from Tyrande's distraction, he should have guessed that it was not bad.

"Think about it, what could be the reason why a human went to great lengths to coax his elf wife to bring her to the royal capital, and finally caused this diary to leak out because of an event or accident?"

Seeing Tyrande's brow furrowed, Ron drew a picture again

"It was recorded in the diary that the human boy was not very good at magic, but he was extremely hungry for magic, and even went to an extreme, right?"

Tyrande thought for a long time, and suddenly a flash of inspiration came to mind, and an ancient legend came to mind.

Legend has it that tens of thousands of years ago, an elven demigod was plundered from the main material plane to the bottomless abyss Azgrat's plane by the [Edark Lord Grazt].

(Because Grazt's most distinctive feature is his six fingers and six toes, he was also given the nickname "Six Fingers" among the Abyssal Sovereigns.) ）

Azgrat is a demon kingdom that covers three abyssal planes.

And the one that can straddle the three planes at the same time is the supreme city of demons, [Zerata], where also sits the silver palace of Grazt, which is composed of sixty-six ivory towers.

The elven demigod was imprisoned here by Grazt and bore him many offspring.

The reason for this is that Grazt accidentally discovered that the elves actually have excellent magical fusion characteristics with any living being.

Not only are elves not reproductively isolated from other life, but even offspring born to elves of other races will show signs of genetic optimization.

Thinking of this, Tyrande's eyes widened sharply and he looked at Ron.

"You're saying it's possible for Kahlan to still be alive?"

Ron nodded and said slowly:

"Maybe the other party's plan is to bring this elf that has been extinct in the world for a long time to the royal capital and sell it for a good price, in exchange for a treasure that can forcibly increase the upper limit of magic power."

"And the fact that Kahlan Diary fell into the homes of slave traders makes sense."

"And the life span of an elf is very long, only a hundred years, she will never die of old age, maybe just hiding in a nobleman's house."

Seeing that the light of hope in Tyrande's eyes was getting stronger and stronger, Ron couldn't help but cough:

"However, I must be reminded."

"There's another possibility."

At this, Ron suddenly fell silent.

He didn't utter another, more terrible guess, because it was too dark, too terrible and too cruel.

Tyrande was smart, and she quickly thought of that possibility.

If that's the case.

Even if Kahlan were alive, what would she be like now?

That's a hundred years

The two suddenly fell silent.

Ron didn't want to think about it, and Tyrande didn't dare to think about it.

She couldn't help but cinch the corners of her clothes tightly, and the sweat in her hands almost soaked the sleeves.

Even though she was angry, her mental power still supported her to carry the news.

"Sorry, I was rude."

After some time, Tyrande finally gathered up and returned to normal.

She forced a smile and nodded to Ron in apology.

"It doesn't have to be this way."

Ron waved his hand absently.

Then he picked up the wine glass on the table, and he drank the bright red wine.

"Speaking of which, why do you care so much about Kahran? Do you know her? ”

Tyrande looked up, cautiously trying to question Ron.

She now wondered why Ron cared about this.

After all, on the surface, this matter didn't seem to be of any use to Ron, and the other party didn't have any reason to help him.

"Didn't I say it all, I'm only a little over five years old this year, Kahlan went missing on a trip more than a hundred years ago, where did I get the chance to meet your granddaughter."

Ron thought for a moment, then said with a smile:

"But let's talk about it."

"Maybe my nosy instinct forced me to do it."

"Sometimes I also want to find a place to sleep until the ancient dragon comes out of the mountain, but unfortunately things always go as far as the dragon wants."

Ron didn't want to dwell too much on the subject, so he shifted to the journal in Tyrande's hand.

"However, this thing is not given to you for free."

Got to the familiar bargaining session?

Face Ron's serious face.

Tyrande's face instantly became calm, and his aura suddenly seemed to be a different person.

She silently held out a finger and pointed to the two empty glasses in front of Ron and the one in his hand:

"You just drank two cups of [Wanqing], plus the cup in your hand, it's three cups."

Ron's eyes widened, did this start to settle accounts? Good guy, you are turning your face and not recognizing the dragon!

"Ahem, don't be so ruthless this Moon Elf lady, isn't that a gift from friends, I didn't take the initiative to drink it!"

Ron embarrassedly lowered his glass.

"It's just two glasses of wine, how expensive can it be."

As he spoke, Ron proudly took out two gold coins from the storage space.

After glancing at the beautiful elf across from him and the crimson wine on the table, Ron gritted his teeth and added another gold coin to his face with a painful face.

(It is worth mentioning that all three gold coins were issued by Brian XVII, which is the cheapest gold coin in circulation.)

"Jump~~"

Three gold coins were sent by the mage's hand to Tyrande and fell.

"Well, these gold coins are enough to pay for two drinks, right?"

Ron waved his hand, indicating that the buddy was very generous, and there was no need to look for money.

He picked up the last glass of [Evening Sun] on the table, ready to continue tasting the fragrance of the wine.

This is the wine he paid for~

Looking at the three gold coins that were spinning around on the table in front of him.

The corners of Tyrande's mouth moved slightly, and he looked at him with a smile and said:

"Mr. Ron, do you know how much gold the dragons have to pay to drink a glass of wine in the Dragon Tavern?"

"Huh?"

Hear the words

Ron immediately turned his head in confusion and looked at Tina, who had been secretly using the artifact to eavesdrop in the corner.

"Hey, the one over there, stop eavesdropping, tell me what's going on."

Tina, who was caught red-handed, stuck out her tongue and explained embarrassedly:

"Ahem, cough, who overheard, so I didn't listen to the big color dragon!"

She then sped up and grabbed Ron's skull from behind, forcibly covering his mouth with both hands, interrupting Ron's imposition of speech.

"Stop me! Don't speak! ”

"Woo woo" (I didn't want to say it either!) ）

Just as Ron struggled.

It turned out that Tina was lying on Ron's back.

The waves were naturally pressed down on Ron's head by gravity.

She's too strong.

It is said that Jin Longniang's skin is really very white. Ahem, it's really strong.

If you don't lose the head of the metal dragon, just rush this brain cushion wave, which is definitely not something that ordinary dragons can resist.

You see, the demigod Ron is already addicted to it with a happy face.

That is, the iridescent dragon gods can't see this scene, otherwise it is estimated that smoke will rise above their heads.

An iridescent dragon who was tempted by a golden dragon was really a bit of a loss to the face of the iridescent dragon clan.

Tina, who didn't notice Ron's strange state, explained the reason to him in a serious manner:

"Sister Tyrande's liquor is generally not for sale."

"Not for sale, I understand this, hunger marketing~"

Ron was enjoying the cushion waves, communicating with magic pronunciation.

"Hunger marketing? What is that? And it's not for sale, there was a time when Sister Tyrande's drink was auctioned off at the Dragon Auction. ”

"Huh? Auction? ”

Ron furrowed his eyebrows, sensing that something was not quite right.

Tina covered Ron's mouth with one hand, and put a finger to her lips and looked up in thought.

"I remember that the price of the sale was an epic magic item, worth it. It's about a million gold coins. ”

"Good guys, what about the money?!"

Ron, who was immersed in Gentle Country, suddenly widened his eyes and turned his head to look at Tyrande in shock.

Then Ron turned his gaze to Tina and asked with some suspicion:

"By the way, you're not going to be her bartender, are you?"

Tina's eyes widened, and she pointed at Ron and shouted:

"Huh? Damn it, are you questioning the impartiality of a golden dragon! ”

"It's not impossible, I mean it's possible."

Jin Long is very persistent in the concept of justice.

Ron was still talking at first, but after seeing Tina's face getting darker and darker, and her eyes seemed to reveal the red light of hunting.

Ron soon realized that he had said the wrong thing, and his voice became quieter.

Unfortunately, Tina's hearing is very good, and these words are still in her ears word for word.

"Ahhhh

"You big bad dragon! I'll bite you to death! ”

Tina waved her arms and was about to pounce on Ron to taste the iridescent dragon meat again.

At this time, Tyrande hurriedly ran forward to stop her, and finally calmed her down.

Facing Ron, who was shivering and hiding behind Tyrande, Tina pouted:

"Humph! For the sake of Sister Tyrande's face, Tina doesn't care about you in general. ”

As she spoke, she waved Grandma's little fist, indicating that she would clean you up when she got home.

But it's really unknown who will clean up who at that time.

Without Tina's nonsense, Ron quickly returned to normal.

"Ahem, ahem."

Ron coughed twice, drawing the other's attention.

Looking at the Moon Elf Lady opposite, who was also choppy, Ron tried to say:

"What's that, with the friendship between the two, you don't have to pay for two glasses."

He has a lot of money, and the income brought by the Hearthstone Tavern and Hearthstone cards is not an exaggeration!

But it can't be such a trick!

Who can afford this level of consumption!

Unexpectedly, Tyrande actually nodded.

"Of course, that's what I'm supposed to do."

Looking at the surprised iridescent dragon on the other side, Tyrande said calmly:

"If you like, I can mix you any wine today, as long as you like."

"Sister Tyrande?"

Tina looked at her in surprise, and she had a vague sense that something was wrong.

Tyrande turned his head and looked at Tina, a hint of tenderness flashing in his eyes:

"Tina too, whatever you want to drink, I'll make it for you."

The vague meaning of parting is overflowing.

Ron frowned, "You're getting out of here?" ”

Tyrande didn't speak, instead looked around.

Ron sensed what she meant, and reached out and snapped his fingers to lower the barrier that shielded the probe.

"Don't worry, the dragon god can't see through this shielding array."

Ron patiently explained.

Tyrande nodded lightly and spoke:

"After tonight, I'm going to the royal capital to find Kalan, I can't wait any longer."

"If she goes a day earlier, maybe she can be rescued one day earlier."

Ron frowned: "Not coming back?" ”

"Hmm."

Push the book

(End of chapter)