“...... The first elves were primordial elves who lived in the southern forests during the age of dragons and were not watched by dragons or had any contact with any aliens...... Although there are a large number of ruins and altars of the primordial elves in the southern forest, the strange thing is that no written or pictorial records of the primordial elves themselves have been found so far. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoThe history of the primordial elves can only be found and guessed in the mythological poems of the Gwyndling elves and the cult of Dushnida. ”

—From "The Descendants of Gwendrine," by Hettrocher K. Greyger

When Harradik returned to Jena's Club, it was the thirteenth ringing of the square's bell. Burke turned to Haredick, who had just come back from the station, and asked, "You had a fight with Kuka in the market area?"

Hareditik smiled bitterly and replied, "The news spread so fast. ”

Burke looked at Haredith in disbelief, looking back and forth over his intact limbs and body, and swallowed for a long time before he said cautiously, "Are you seriously injured and about to collapse, do you want me to find a shaman for you......"

Hareddick glanced at him and walked straight to the room where he slept yesterday, throwing the somewhat careless human knight behind him, while Burke continued to ask worriedly, "Hey, Quinn, are you sure you're okay? Do you really want me to go to the shaman?" Hareddick closed the door to keep the nagging knight out of the room, he pulled out a mortar, sat down at the table, pulled out the potions and herbs he had bought from the market area and began his work.

Haredith chopped the dried winterleaf plums with a dagger and placed them in a mortar, to which he added the dragon's tail wings, which were also cut into pieces, as well as some of the Siren's internal organs. He replaced the pestle with the tail of the dagger, crushing the contents of the mortar into pieces and mixing them together. Then he took out another claw the size of a dagger in his hand, blackened and without a trace of luster, and struck it on the table, making a crisp sound. The talons plucked from the harpy were as strong as steel, and the harpy could easily tear apart even the finest armor made by dwarven craftsmen.

However, even the sharp-toothed epineth, which dominates the deep sea, cannot compete with a crowned pigeon that has just learned to fly, and one thing to one thing is the unchanging law of the Mokelen continent. After Haredith dripped a few drops of the stone rotting ghost's bile onto this claw, the claw that was still rock-solid just now instantly softened into a boiled noodle. He put the softened harpy claws into the mortar, crushed and grinded them, and after stirring them evenly, he poured all the messy things in the mortar into a crucible, and took a bottle of leftover liquor from last night and poured it into the cauldron.

Haredith lit the cauldron on fire and slowly stirred the potion in the cauldron counterclockwise and in a spiral shape with his dagger, an indescribable smell of sour pastry and metal rust filling the room. The original liquid inside the crucible bubbled up and gradually thickened into something like asphalt, making it difficult to stir. Haredith took out the dagger and shook off the slime that had stuck to it, and picked up a wooden stick with the flame on it and threw it into the cauldron. As soon as the flames touched the contents of the cauldron, a pillar of fire burst out that almost burned through the roof, but the pillar of fire flickered away, leaving only a burning smell in the surrounding air.

In the crucible, the viscous substance that was about to fill up was half burned by the flames, and what was left was some silver-gray substance like plaster. Haredith scraped the hot silver-gray plaster from the cauldron into a small box with a dagger to cool, and then applied them to his face, and after being coated with these strange plasters, Hareddick's original drow elf's signature black skin turned a dull gray similar to that of the gray elf. ...,

The recipe for this silver-gray ointment was purchased by Harradik from a Boris secret merchant, and it was originally used as a decorative paint for a certain savage tribe in the eastern mountains during their rituals, and in Hareddic's possession, it was the perfect tool to disguise his identity.

As a drow Ranger who begs for food on the edge of a knife, Hareddick often has to do jobs such as caravan guide or bodyguard mercenary, but his sensitive identity often invites vendetta that should be his companion. So every time Hareddic took on this kind of job of dealing with strangers for a long time, he would use this ointment to disguise himself as a gray elf, although the gray elf who roamed around and did the bandit trade did not have a good reputation on the mainland, but it was much more pleasing to the eye than a drow elf.

Haredith had applied the ointment all over his body, and he looked like a gray elf except for his strange eyes, and he put away the unfinished ointment, glanced at the messy table top and cauldron, and didn't bother to clean it up at all, and walked out of the room after wiping the dagger he used to stir it into its scabbard for a moment.

Burke, who had been waiting for him outside the house for a long time, saw Hareddieck who seemed to be a completely different person, and couldn't help but smile and said, "Quinn, you look so much more pleasing to the eye." ”

Haredith ignored him and asked, "What about the halflings?" won't he go with us?"

"The boss is still resting, and after you promised to help us yesterday, he was so happy that he didn't go to bed until this morning. ”

Hearing this, Haredik couldn't help but secretly scream in his heart, regretting that he didn't squeeze a few more doles from Tepeni yesterday, because he really didn't expect that returning to Middle Avenue would be such an important thing for Tepeni.

Thinking of this, Haredith glanced at Burke beside him and asked, "Burke, do you want to go back to Central Avenue too?"

Burke immediately blushed with excitement and said, "Of course! I want to go back all the time!"

"Why?"

"Why! Because that's my home, where I was born and raised, where my parents have memories of my family. Just like you, Quinn, didn't you ever think of returning to your Trefsian crypt of Drow......"

Before Burke finished speaking, he knew that he had lost his words, and sure enough, Haredith beside him stared at him with a fierce gaze that he had never seen before, and Burke hurriedly said: "Hug, I'm sorry, Quinn, I forgot you elves and us humans......"

"Shut up!" Haredith snorted coldly, interrupting what Burke was about to say. Burke knew he was wrong, touched his nose, lowered his head slightly, and led Haredith towards his destination.

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Although Azonica is a city founded by inhuman aliens, this does not mean that humans have no place here, not to mention that Tepenny and his human knights can dominate the cave of Warencha, and even not far from the north of the cave of Warencha, there is a settlement that Azonica has assigned to humans, and the baroness and the baroness that Haredith and Burke are going to meet are temporarily living here.

Due to Burke's many gaffes just now, the atmosphere between the two became somewhat awkward, and the two of them came to the transfer station without saying a word to board a rail car bound for the human settlement "Cave of the Shirts", Hareddick was the first to break the silence and asked the human knight sitting opposite him, "What do you know about that baroness?" Burke. ”

"You mean Miss Emma, no, it's Mrs. Miles?" said the knight, who hadn't yet figured out how to apologize to Harleydick's overtures, seemed a little overwhelmed. ...,

"Miss Emma?" Despite not knowing much about human culture, Harleydick knew that it was rude to call a married aristocratic woman by her first name, unless......

"Your relationship with this Miss Emma seems to be very unusual. Haredith said with a wicked smile as he looked at Burke.

"No, no, you misunderstood Quinn, I just met Mrs. Miles a few times before with the boss. Burke hurriedly waved his hand and hurriedly explained.

"Oh, Burke, your former commander in the Order apparently didn't teach you how to lie. Come on, tell me what the hell your relationship is with this Miss Emma. ”

"This, this, Quinn I don't really have much to say. ”

"Hey, Burke, have you forgotten what happened? I haven't accepted your apology yet, and I'm ready now. Haredith sat back in the railcar's chair and looked at Burke for a long time.

Burke, who was sitting across from him, cried and didn't know what to say, so he sighed and said, "Alas, I shouldn't have said this in private. ”

"'If you don't know what to do, just state the facts. 'Isn't that the creed of your knights?'" Hareddieck slowly lurked Burke into his trap like a seasoned hunter in the forest.

Burke, on the other hand, let out a long sigh and said as if he had given up, "Well, well, in fact, I had a ...... with Mrs. Miles You know. ”

"What do you mean? You mean you used to be her man?" said Haredik was immediately interested.

"Yes, that's what it means. After saying that, Burke was obviously much calmer.

"Shhh ”

"No, no, no. Burke shook his head and said helplessly, "No, Quinn is not what you think. ”

Hareditike looked at Burke, who had a melancholy expression, and asked, "What do you mean by that?"

"Alas......" Burke sighed again, and after a long time of careful use of words, he continued: "Miss Emma, she ......"

"Miss Emma and not Mrs. Miles now?" Hareddick interrupted Burke, a little teasingly.

Quinn...... Please, please don't ...... like that"

"Sorry, my fault, you go ahead. ”

"Emma, no, Mrs. Myers wasn't all that much of a 'lady' before she was married. Burke said cautiously.

"You mean she used to be a slut?" Harleydick said bluntly to Burke, who had no qualms.

"No—it's ...... exactly," said Burke, frowning, "well, I shouldn't have told you such dishonorable things. ”

"The words have been spoken, and it is difficult to collect the water, so go on. Haredith shrugged his shoulders and said without guilt.

"Well, all in all, Mrs. Myers had a lot of fun when she was younger, and though she wasn't like the girls in our shop, she did have a lot in the Ueld, well, how to say, many, well, you know, a lot of 'friends' in aristocratic circles. Burke said, clutching his head.

"Well, I see, that means she's a wild horse with a spring in the spring, but she only eats the best forage, right? Haredike said without any embellishment.

"Quinn, can't you just keep your mouth clean?" said Burke, a little angrily.

"Hey, take it easy, man, you're talking to a drow about women, what more do you want from here?" Haredik continued, pointing to his mouth, "God's hymn?"

"Oh, I really regret telling you this. Burke said with one hand on his head and rubbing his temples. ...,

"'If you lose your past sins, repent to my lord, and God will always forgive his good people. 'Another knight's creed, you're welcome. Haredith put his hand on the chair beside him and said with a wicked smile on his face.

Burke glared angrily at the drow on the other side, tilting his head to the side and not speaking.

"What's next? Burke. Haredith, who had obviously not heard it yet, asked the angry knight.

"No, no! I don't want to go on, Quinn. The boss is right, you're a fucking bastard. Even though I offended you before, now I think I've apologized enough. Burke said angrily to Haredith.

"Since you don't want to talk, I won't force you. Hareditik waved his hand and said, "But wait, you've touched the baroness's bed, but you're not a nobleman, are you?

"Quinn, I swear in the name of Damiko that if I hear you say such things again, I'll cut off your filthy tongue!" Burke, visibly furious, gripped the hilt of his sword and looked directly at Haredik and growled.

In the face of Burke's threat, Haredith sneered disdainfully and spread his hands out, "Well, then let me put it another way, wise and brave Iron Knight, Mr. Bart Gmbble Burke, how did you get invited into the secluded, charming, and perhaps muddy back garden of Baroness Miles?"

Burke let out a sigh of relief, shook his head and said helplessly, "Quinn, what a goddamn son of a bitch......"

"Let me guess. Undelivious to Burke's swearing, Harradik continued to say with great interest, "I've heard the halfling say that you met him when he was just a gangster, and you and he are old friends, right?" ”

"That's enough, Quinn. Burke whispered with his head down

Hareddick didn't stop for a moment, and continued, "And the halfling was a well-known figure on the Middle Avenue before, and he 'knew' this Miss Emma, and with this lady's character, everything that should have happened should have happened, right?"

"That's enough, Quinn. Burke said in a louder voice.

"It's a shame that I know some of the tricks you human aristocrats play in bed, and sometimes you humans don't like one-on-one so much and join one or two to help you up. And the person who is entertaining is either the woman's best friend or the maid of the family, or the man's friend or his most powerful subordinate......"

"That's enough! Quinn!" Burke roared as he stood up angrily, gasping for air and glaring at Hareddick viciously, and his roar drew the attention of those around him

Haredith looked at the angry knight opposite, wiped the saliva he had sprayed on his face, and said to him in a very brisk tone, "Am I right?"

Burke gasped a few times, sat back in his chair, put his hands on his knees, and said in a huff, "You're right......"

"I'm right!" Haredik raised his hands slightly in a triumphant gesture and smiled, "Thank you, Burke, I had a great conversation, and by the way I got everything I wanted, ha!"

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