Elf Archer of Life in Another World

This is a French song, which should be the native language of this elf player, but he also simultaneously translated the meaning of the lyrics to everyone present.

Before the first verse was sung, there were already voices singing along softly. Many people did not understand French, so they hummed the tune while singing and beat the rhythm with their hands.

The low-pitched chorus of hundreds of people attracted the attention of less than half of Dagda, and some voices followed suit one after another.

"Although it's a bit strange to say this, this is the first time in my life that I have seen so many real people gathered together, even if they are strangers, they are singing the same song spontaneously and consciously."

Young Master Yan looked around curiously. There were many people like him, and every year I heard people lamenting that there were no cameras here, so there was no way to record this scene.

"The feeling of singing alone and singing with many people is really different." Gongzi Yan expressed his feelings.

"I almost want my grandpa to come and watch this game. It's really much more interesting than the real world."

"you sure?"

Nian Nian pursed his lips, gesturing for him to look at the couple of men and women hugging each other and holding hands.

"...I'm not here either. I'm afraid that the old man will find me a little grandma." Young Master Yan joked.

"True love knows no age~" Nian Nian smiled.

The first domain name is m.biqugela.

"Well," Young Master Yan looked at Qi Youfeng, "I believe that there is not much difference between a difference of dozens of years and a difference of more than ten years."

Qi Youfeng, who was poked at the painful spot, didn't even raise his eyelids. He hugged the person in his arms tighter and whispered to Nian Nian in a soft voice. Nian Nian was also happy to cooperate, his eyes only focused on Qi Youfeng. face.

Young Master Yan instantly felt the loneliness of being excluded, and changed the topic to a more serious topic:

"I said, have you figured out how to deal with this art festival competition?"

"No." Nian Nian was very honest.

"You should at least confirm the participating plays first, right?" Young Master Yan sighed.

"Well..." Nian Nian raised his hand and touched his mask, "I happened to wear a mask after disfigurement. In fact, I had an idea for a long time."

"...Phantom of the Opera? No, right????"

Gongziyan instantly thought of this classic mask character in the musical.

"Can't you?" Nian Nian looked at him hopefully.

Young Master Yan looked at Qi Youfeng expectantly: "Okay?"

"..."

Qi Youfeng suddenly had a headache.

According to his memory, the musical "Phantom of the Opera" has three main characters, namely the theater weirdo Phantom, the female singer Christine and Vicomte Raoul.

The character wearing the mask is the male lead Phantom, who is madly pursuing the female lead Christine in the play.

If the roles are assigned according to the relationship between the characters, then Qi Youfeng...could he be the female lead? ? ?

really--

"Brother Feng, are you interested in wearing a beautiful little fluffy skirt?"

Nian Nian tightly pulled his sleeves, his eyes were sparkling, and his smile was bright and weird.

......

Human territory, Holy Temple Academy.

Nick, who hurried back to the college, went straight to the library. When he saw the old man with white hair and beard at the consultation desk, he breathed a sigh of relief, slowed down and bowed respectfully.

"Well, well. Long time no see. (It's you, I haven't seen you in the academy for a long time)."

The old man took off the round eyes on the bridge of his nose and smiled kindly.

Nick shrugged: "More fun less idiots out there. (It's more fun outside, and there aren't so many paranoid idiots.)"

“They are just too used of the labells, and so sacred to live without them.

(Everyone is just not used to taking the initiative to tear off the labels on themselves. Besides, if there are no labels, some people will be even more at a loss.) "

“That’s exactly what I am sick of. The self classification.

(That’s why I don’t like those idiots who are keen on classifying themselves.)”

Nick looked at the tall bookshelves and the category labels on them.

The library of the college is a very old and outdated building, crumbling and in danger.

The air here always smells of old book pages, and there's always a dark, cold air coming out of the masonry floors.

When the game first opened, many players were indeed interested in buildings that reproduced pictures in history books, and they would pretend to look through the books.

The good times didn't last long. When everyone found that this place was really boring, it returned to its deserted state.

Unless some task steps require searching for information, most players will set foot here again.

As for the members of the Christmas Clown Mercenary Group, they are not only very familiar with this library, but they also know another secret in the library.

"Is Sara here? (Sara here?)"

"She is. I asked her to help me with the books before the wanted order arrived my table.

(Before the wanted order was sent to the school, I asked her to help me organize the books.)"

The old man handed Nick an old copper key.

"The Forbidden Area. (She is in the Forbidden Area, go find her yourself.)"

Nick took the key, raised his eyebrows and asked:

"Is that forbidden for us? (Isn't the forbidden book area not open to the public?)"

“Didn’t you guys sneak in there decades ago?

(Didn’t you little bastards sneak in there a long time ago?)"

The old man waved his hand angrily and drove him away.

“Hurry up, she is waiting for today’s meal.

(Go quickly, I haven’t delivered food to Sara today.)”

Nick thanked him, walked through the rows of bookshelves and desks, and stood in a deep corner of the library. Using the dim candle light in the corner, he inserted the key into the keyhole of a small door.

"Enjoy yourself? (You are quite leisurely.)"

When he saw Sarah sitting on the floor, leaning against the bookshelf and reading a book, Nick finally let go of his worries.

“I am enjoying the fame being wanted by everyone all over the world.

(I didn’t expect that people like us would become popular items in mainland China)”

Sara looked up from the page and smiled.

"What did you grab? (What good stuff did you grab?)"

“A nasty useless cube. I left it at home.

(It’s a broken cube, it’s very thorny and I don’t know how to use it, so I left it at home.)”

Nick rubbed his temples.

He still had a headache, both because he suffered an unknown mental attack and because he couldn't figure out the details of the black square.

“Then so be it.(Well, let’s leave it alone for now.)”

Sara closed the book in her hand and looked at him seriously.

"There is nothing for you to worry about. No one knows I am here exept the headmaster. You should go fo John. In this situation, He needs you more than anyone.

(I don’t have to worry here. No one except the dean knows I’m hiding here. You might as well go find John, he’s still more dangerous there.)”

"The headmaster says he put you into dieting? (The headmaster said he hasn't brought you food for several days, is it true?)"

Nick took out a few magic scrolls and threw them to Sarah, just in case.

"Yes, and I am starving like hell. (Really, I'm almost starving.)"

Sara put the scroll away and glared at him.

“Shouldn’t you go now? (Why don’t you go now?)”

Nick touched his nose:

"Alright. Take care. (Okay, I'm leaving, you take care of yourself.)"

Sara stuffed the thick hard-cover book back into the bookshelf with her backhand, stood up, patted the dust on her robe, and turned around to leave gracefully.

"Okay. What a sweet leader I am. (Oh, I am such an excellent and considerate leader.)"

Nick sighed happily, walked out of the forbidden book area, and closed the thick iron door with a clang. The candle in the candlestick in the corner flickered, and the dust fell.

"If that candle falls on any of the book here, I will turn your hair into skunks.

(If you shake that candle down and burn the books here, I'll turn your hair into a skunk.)"

The old man at the front desk was hobbling out of the shadows behind the bookshelf, holding a cane and an oil lamp, with a kind face.

“Oh, uh, It’s so late, don’t you sleep yet, Monsieur? (It’s getting late, aren’t you going to rest yet?)”

Nick greeted the old man calmly and walked out of the library.

Except for the people in their mercenary group, no one knew that this gray-haired librarian with limited mobility was the dean of their Temple Academy and one of the strongest people in the entire Gaia continent.

According to school history, Agate, the dean of the Temple College and the honorary bishop of the Temple Church, once single-handedly pushed the border of the human race hundreds of miles and conquered a territory that refused to obey the decree at that time. It was razed to the ground, leaving only a lonely empty city, which later became the City of Usher.

“People at my age don’t need too much sleep. And there is something you may want to know.

(People of my age don’t need much sleep anymore. I came to you because I received a message and I thought you might need it.)”

The old man followed Nick slowly, swinging the oil lamp in his hand, illuminating the path under their feet and swallowing their shadows into the darkness.

"What? (What news?)"

Nick stopped and looked back at him.

I'm afraid that the dean can tell the news personally...

“Do you ever heard about the execution wheel? The torture ritual used on the betrayal of church?

(Have you ever heard of something called the Wheel of Death?)"