Another Life: Elf Archer

"It's really the result of cannibalism."

In the mine, Dion stood up and sighed after checking several corpses.

"The gavel was in the hands of this uncle at that time."

York looked around, kicked away a body lying on the ground, pointed at the middle-aged man in ordinary clothes and said.

"I don't know where he found this gavel." Nian Nian knelt down and raised his hand to close the man's wide eyes.

"I remember," York recalled, "when I jumped down, this guy was at Mrs. Morgan's feet, holding that gavel like he was smashing something."

"Tool" Dion turned his gaze and saw the pile of purple gold ore that had not yet peeled off the outer layer of the crystal.

"In that case, that little gavel must have been in his hand for some time, and he has never found anything special about it," Nian Nian said incredulously.

That little mallet has the power to block and kill the Buddha. This person has held it in his hand for so long and never noticed it.

"Maybe it's because it hasn't triggered the effect." Dion guessed.

"I feel like there should be a switch on this thing. Otherwise," York touched his chin, "if you put this hammer on the ground, would it be able to create a bottomless pit?"

"This is cheating." Nian Nian was speechless.

If you stand this mallet upright, can you create a vacuum zone?

"No matter how you guess, it's useless. The gavel is not in our hands either."

Qi Youfeng walked back from the depths of the mine and looked at the three of them:

"I saw tableware and beds used in daily life inside. Do I need to count and check the number of corpses?"

"Let's take a look first. Maybe the survivor took the gavel away." Dion couldn't think of a better way.

Qi Youfeng nodded and turned around to ask for the number of daily utensils.

"Then let's count them and see if we can find anything good."

York bent down and took out two thumb-sized pieces of purple gold from the arms of a corpse. The color was of the highest quality.

"These miners must have hidden gold on them"

Dion shook his head, not wanting to remind York that they were surrounded by gold, the kind taller than him.

However, York probably prefers this special sense of accomplishment from touching things on others than Zijin itself.

"I'm more worried about Alexander. He's not very good at lurking."

Nian Nian raised his head and looked at the sky outside the mine.

"He is also an elf after all. He has a system bonus of sensory abilities. You don't need to get too close to him. You have to have some confidence in him." Dion said with a smile.

Several of them were looking for clues here, and Alexander was sent to explore the conditions of several other mineral veins being mined.

"I just said that this task allocation is very unscientific. We should let Alexander, the research geek, be the detective here, and let Dion be the sentinel."

York took out another crystal the size of a baby's fist and said casually.

"I'm afraid that when he comes, he will have to find out all the eighteen generations of these people's ancestors."

The white light of the news flew to me, and I checked it while talking.

"That's true. I guess he would at least make a death schedule of who died first and who died last, from the first wound to the last wound."

After York finished complaining, he turned to look at her: "Who sent this to you?"

"Our dear Mr. Research Maniac," Niannian looked at it carefully again, and when he raised his head, his expression was a little weird, "he said that those mines were being filled up very quickly, and he rushed there in a hurry. When we got to the last mine, the mine was almost filled to the ground.”

York threw away the gold-encrusted dagger of the corpse at his feet:

"No need to nod. The people here must have reported what happened here after escaping. They were afraid of another conflict with the dwarves, or the dwarves would retaliate, so they had to retreat urgently."

"The response was very quick. It sounds like the evacuation order was received at the same time. This survivor may still be a supervisor or something like that, otherwise the mines scattered all over the place wouldn't have acted so consistently according to the order."

Dion speculated further.

"He is still a very responsible guy. He snatches good things and doesn't walk around with them himself. I can't tell you that he really has some status." York also said.

"The person who issued the order and the person who got the gavel may not be the same person." Dion corrected.

"Look at this bunch of rabble." York felt that his conjecture was reasonable and swept around the corpses on the ground. "A person who can lead these fugitive scum must have the strength to suppress the whole crowd with force. Can he survive to this day?" It’s not surprising in the end.”

"York is right, let's go find Alexander as soon as possible, and fill this place up as well." Niannian suggested.

"Okay, before all those people have evacuated, go over and see if there is anything strange." Dion looked at Nian Nian and agreed.

"Well, if we can find the person who tipped off the information, we might be able to find the gavel."

After Nian Nian finished speaking, he turned around and ran towards the depths of the mine.

Dion looked at her back for a while and said softly: "You are confident."

"Yeah" York was seizing the time to search for the corpse and didn't hear clearly.

"Nothing," Dion smiled gently, "York, if one day you do something detrimental to the dwarves, what will you do?"

York raised his head suddenly, took a few steps back warily, stood next to Mrs. Morgan, and looked at Dion: "You want to hurt her?"

Dion was stunned, dumbfounded: "How did you come to this conclusion?"

"You wouldn't ask this kind of question for no reason, unless you have something in mind."

At this time, York was extremely alert. Sensing his emotions, Mrs. Morgan also pricked up her ears, lowered her front body, stared at Dion with her two heads and four eyes, and dug her five front paws deeply into the ground. It is accumulating strength and will pounce on Dion at any time.

"That's all, I already know your answer."

Dion raised his hands, showing his empty palms, signaling to York that he had no intention of fighting.

"what do you want to say in the end"

York frowned and patted Mrs. Morgan's head to comfort her a little.

"It's nothing, I'm just worried that you will blame our little girl for hiding something from you in the future." Dion smiled.

"Your worries are unnecessary," York replied seriously, "but I am very worried about what makes you have such doubts about me."

Dion was silent for a while. After a while, he walked up to York and raised his hand to put on his shoulder:

"Sorry, I shouldn't have thought that way."

York hit Dion's chest a little harder and said magnanimously:

"It's okay. I'm not afraid of saying the wrong thing, but I'm afraid of not saying anything."

"As for your question," York looked into Dion's eyes, "For me, Cybele, Nick, and anyone outside our mercenary group, whether in reality or in the game, have nothing to do with me."

Before Dion could react, York had already walked to the other corpse, bent down and rummaged through it:

"In the past, I tried my best to make my father happy, so that he could save me a breath every time he vented his anger, wash me clean, give me healthy food and clean clothes, and give me a little more value in living. .”

"Later, I was rescued, and I thought I could finally express my hatred, disgust, and pain freely. But in fact, they still asked me to be happy, to laugh, to reconcile with my father happily, and to happily forget the past and start over again. start."

"So I continued to make them happy, in order to make them keep me and not return me to the reformed father, so that they would think I was a cute, sensible and useful child."

"Gradually, I began to like myself who could make everyone laugh, even though before I knew it, I had turned into a funny weirdo, a lovable madman."

"The day I met Cy, she didn't make me laugh. Instead, she asked me, if I smile, will you be happy? If you will be happy, then I will make you laugh."

Dion stood quietly, looking past York who was busy minding his own business, and fell into the darkness deep in the mine.

"She said to me, you are obviously very unhappy, why are you still laughing? Your smile is so ugly and fake. You think I am blind. Why do you have to make me laugh? Do you like this kind of smile? The feeling of being surrounded by a bunch of fools.”

York curled his lips: "What she said was too direct. She said it in front of a crowd of people in the pub. I really wanted to beat this damn girl up at that time."

Dion smiled lowly. Judging from this description, York was probably not the only one who wanted to beat Cy at that time.

"Laugh when you want to laugh, don't laugh when you don't want to laugh, such a simple truth, but Cy was the first to tell me."

"She was also the first person who was willing to face the gloomy and dreary real me, the first person who didn't teach me how to find ways to be happy, but spent her time trying to make me happy, even though," York said deeply She sighed and said, "The way she makes me happy is to tell me stories, take me to climb trees, feed me strange flowers and plants, and catch me furry mounts."

"This is the origin of Mrs. Morgan," Dion said with a smile.

York nodded sadly, and Mrs. Morgan also gave a small cry.

"It's just that the habits I've developed since childhood are not so easy to correct. cy holds a mirror in front of me every day. If I have to find that truly happy smile, my face will freeze and I can't find it."

York continued, rubbing his face, unable to bear to look back.

"What happened next?" Dion said with a smile.

He joined the Christmas Clown mercenary group relatively late, and he had not specifically inquired about the causes and consequences of other people joining the mercenary group. At this time, he suddenly felt a little regretful.

"Nick couldn't stand it and stopped her later," York recalled. "Maybe it was because she was looking for excuses to hang around in front of me all day long. Alexander and Sarah couldn't catch anyone going to class every day, and Nick was finally sued by them. Annoyed”

"I think the latter is very possible." Dion said with a smile, and took another look deep into the mine.

"But Nick also gave me a new idea."

York's smile was very shallow, and the slightly curved corner of his mouth only lasted for a moment, but it left a warmth like the sun.

"He told me not to mind this habit. Since I like it, there is no need to change. He also asked me to continue to hone my skills, not to play with those careless idiots politely, and to find fun in those people's stupid and ugly giggles."

"That guy Nick" Dion shook his head, this can be regarded as another direction of guidance.

"In short," York faced Dion and said seriously, "even if Cy wants to destroy the dwarves, I will only be her vanguard and clear all obstacles for her."

Dion didn't look at him: "I believe she wouldn't want to put you in this situation."

"I just want her to believe that she can do anything she wants to do and that we will always support her."

York smiled, turned over and sat on Mrs. Morgan's back, patting her on the head.

"Although I think we are also obliged to correct her mistakes," Dion thought for a moment, "the mistakes that need to be corrected definitely do not include small things like destroying the world."

York grinned, and Mrs. Morgan responded cheerfully.

Dion turned around, and York also moved his gaze, looking at Nian Nian and Qi Youfeng walking out of the shadows.

Qi Youfeng looked at York with a complicated expression. He keenly detected the budding charm in York's tone.

Nian Nian moved to Dion, wringing his fingers and lowering his head not knowing what to say.

Behind Dion, York quietly made a silent gesture to Qi Youfeng, and glared at him fiercely, full of threats.

Nian Nian finally stopped hesitating and looked up at Dion and York.

"That I am actually"

"Needless to say," Dion touched Nian Nian's head, raised his eyebrows, and gave her a provocative look, "It's a bit fun, but it's boring to say it out loud."

Qi Youfeng's face darkened, and he hugged Nian Nian into his arms. York laughed beside him.

"Okay, we've been delayed here for a long time, let's go find Alexander quickly." Dion smiled.

"Well," Nian Nian nodded, hesitated, and then said, "When everyone gets together, I will tell you exactly what I think."

Dion waved his hand: "No need, just tell us what we should do."

"For example," Dion raised his hand and tapped her forehead, "Don't arrange any special detective games, just provide the murderer and the crime process."

"Hehe," Niannian giggled obediently, "I'm just afraid that you and Alexander will be angry. After all, I might do something bad that is detrimental to the elves."

"You don't want us to directly intervene in your plan, so as not to cause us trouble." Dion bluntly exposed her excuse.

Nian Nian touched his nose and continued to giggle.

Dion stopped poking her face and changed the subject: "You let the person who tipped off other mines run away."

Nian Nian immediately stopped smiling and frowned: "It's not me."

"Did you notice that someone was sending messages?" Dion also frowned.

"I've paid attention to it, and I guarantee that no one can do anything hidden from me."

Some rules are universal in the game world. Just like the message exchange between players will have light effect trails, the ordinary remote communication between NPCs also has traces to follow.

When the dwarves first had a conflict with the people in the mine, she had carefully observed it every year, and found no miners making any move to issue a warning. Later, when she turned back, all the dwarf players had just died. It was that fratricidal war in which no one was spared.

The only gap was the little time after she and York left the mine. She didn't go far at that time. With the eyesight of the elves, there would be no suspicious tracks.

"Then there is only one possibility." Dion sighed.

"There were other people present at the time. He probably saw me taking away the gavel, so he hurriedly asked people to evacuate quickly." l0ns3v3

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