Elven Survival Manual

There was nothing wrong with that adventure, but shortly after the mission ended, Clive discovered something was wrong.

His temper has become worse than before, and he is uncontrollable, and he will strike if he disagrees with him. Although this is very normal for other adventurers, even Clive thought it was because things went wrong during that time That made his temper worse.

He didn't realize that something was wrong until he was driven mad by the blood when he was hunting monsters and almost attacked his teammates.

But the reason is nowhere to be found, and Clive can only guess that he encountered something that shouldn't be touched in the ruins.

"It's a magician's site, and there are still many traces left by the owner's experiments in it. Who knows what he is doing."

"But it's also possible that my blood has awakened."

"My ancestors have orc blood. People who have seen me go crazy say that my appearance will become strange, like an animal."

This is another guess for Clive.

The problem of madness has troubled him for a long time, which made him change from a captain of an A-level adventure team to an adventurer who acts alone now, and he will cooperate with others only when it is necessary.

"However, my current situation is much better than before. Although I still go crazy, I can somewhat control myself."

After Clive finished talking about his experience, he pulled his eyes back from the distant memory and fixed on the Demon King again.

"Do you have anything else to ask?"

"Where is that ruin?"

"In a small town in Posenaca, if you want to know more details, I still have a map there."

Seeing that the other party was interested in his madness, Clive didn't mind telling him the place. After he found out that his situation was wrong, he went to that ruin again, but still didn't gain anything.

Clive stopped talking at this point, and just stared at the devil intently. The meaning was obvious. If you want a map, you can exchange it with a life potion.

"Why do you need life potion? You don't look old, so you shouldn't be the one who needs it to extend your life?"

asked the elf suddenly.

The life potion that prolongs life by ten years is indeed very precious, but its attraction is mainly aimed at those who are dying of life and are dying of illness. Young and strong people like Clive can wait patiently for the next opportunity , instead of rushing to get it now.

After all, for the people in Kamdor, they should have already guessed that this life potion has a maker, and since someone sold it once, there is likely to be a second and third time.

They don't know whether it's a lich who makes the potion and sells it, or a lich from another road.

I am afraid that in the concept of the Valar, even the lich is not clear.

After the elf uttered his voice, Clive set his sights on him.

When he saw these two, he noticed the too close relationship between the demon king and the elf—the elf was still supported by the demon king when he got off the carriage—this made him think that the person hidden under the hood was A lady, although in terms of height, "she" is much taller than the average lady.

But as soon as the elf opened his mouth, Clive realized something was wrong.

Although the voice of the elf is very neutral, it is difficult to distinguish between men and women, but his tone of voice is definitely not feminine. As long as you are careful, it is easy to tell that this is a man.

While he was paying attention to the elves, the head maid, Gina, knocked on the door with her servants and brought them tea and pastries.

To be exact, there is only tea, and the only piece of pastry belongs to the elves.

The devil personally took the plate of exquisite pastries that Clive had never seen before from Gina, and placed it in front of the elf, who naturally forked a small piece and sent it to the devil's mouth before he began to enjoy it the remaining part.

Sharing food and sharing utensils, this kind of intimacy cannot be achieved by ordinary friendship, and the ambiguous atmosphere between them is not relatives.

What else could it be?An answer is imminent.

This discovery softened Clive's tone.

"One of my important people is sick, and the condition is very serious. Doctors and magicians from the healing department can't cure him. If there is no life potion, he won't last long."

Important person?The elf glanced at Clive's gesture of subconsciously rubbing the ring on his hand when he spoke.

"Your wife?"

"No, it's my fiancé." Clive smiled, but unfortunately his complexion was bad, which made his smile look ugly: "We're not married yet."

oh oh!fiancé!The elf's eyes widened at the unexpected answer.

This was the first time I saw other homosexuals besides him and the Demon King.

"What disease does he have?"

"I don't know, the doctors couldn't find out the reason. His vitality seemed to be absorbed by something, and it dissipated very quickly. He was much younger than me, and he was a sixth-level magician. Young, but now very old."

Life force just disappears for no reason?

The elf thought of a possibility, and he turned to look at the Demon King, who happened to be looking at him too, obviously thinking of the same reason.

The elf coughed lightly, and said to Clive, "I have a question. It would probably be rude to ask, but I would take the liberty to ask, are you close to your fiancé? Well, it's just..." He was embarrassed to say .

The Demon King helped him finish the question: "Have you slept together? More than once?"

The elf almost choked on his own saliva.

Clive, on the other hand, nodded readily: "Of course, we are a fiancé couple. There is no difference between a formal couple after a ceremony. Don't you?"

The elf didn't want to answer this question at all.

Clive: "So, why are you asking me? Is there a reason?"

In fact, he vaguely guessed that his lover's illness had something to do with him, so since the other person's body began to weaken, Clive forced himself not to get close to him, but it was useless. His body was still getting thinner and thinner. Can be bedridden.

"I guess you've noticed it yourself."

"Your fiancé is going to be sick, and it's all because of you."

"If you want to use the life potion to cure him, I can only say that it is impossible. Although the life potion can play a little role, when the vitality contained in it disappears, your fiancé will continue to be weak."

The cold and cruel words of the Demon King pierced Clive's heart like a sharp sword, making him feel as if he was surrounded by ice.

It seemed that the stimulation was too great, and his eyes faintly changed.

This is the rhythm of madness.

Realizing that the situation was not right, the elf gently tugged at the Demon King, signaling him to stop irritating people, and let him explain himself.

"According to our judgment, the reason for the changes in your body should be a special energy, this energy will make people crazy, and will quickly erode your vitality, but it may be because you have the blood of the orc Because of the reason, this energy does not have much effect on you."

"But it's different with your fiancé."

Clive said that he has orc blood and has awakened. This is correct, but what he doesn't know is that because of the erosion of demonic energy, he has changed from an ordinary orc to a dark orc. If it weren't for this transformation, He must have gone mad and died many years ago.

Devil energy is deadly and highly poisonous to all kinds of creatures, but it is a very good tonic for monsters. That's why Clive, who became a dark orc, gradually got rid of the side effects of devil energy and was able to Controlling himself when he is mad may be due to his own strong willpower, but it is more due to the change of his race.

But his fiancé was different.

There was very little demonic energy on Clive, and even the Demon King only faintly noticed a trace of it, and confirmed its existence only after close contact. Such a small amount of demonic energy would not continue to spread, but people close to Clive Not necessarily.

Especially since they are still so close.

"Your fiancé got this energy from you. Because it's too rare, he didn't show any signs of madness, but it was enough to make him weak."

"If you don't eliminate this energy, sooner or later he will be swallowed up and die. As you know, the effect of the life potion is only one-time, and at most it can prolong the time."

By the time the elf finished speaking, Clive had already fully revealed the appearance of an orc.

It's not the image of the orcs on the continent of Vera, but the orcs with the same face as the orcs in the magic castle.

He looked like a lion with a human body, and his face was made more hideous and terrifying because of too much grief.

Clive himself didn't realize that this was the most radical change he had ever seen.

Just before he was about to fall into frenzy, destroy, and be instantly killed by the devil.

The genie's words saved his life.

"Of course, it's not impossible to save people."

With just such a sentence, Clive's consciousness immediately recovered, and the changes on his face quickly receded, leaving only a pair of red eyes, looking straight at the elf.

He looked like he might jump at any moment.The elf moved quietly.

"You have three options. First, you find a magician of the light department—and must be above the eighth level—to get rid of the demonic energy in his body."

Clive froze, a magician of the light department?How can it be possible if it is above the eighth level?

In Vera Continent, light magic is special magic like ice lightning magic, and the number is extremely rare, and most of the other magicians in this department are not too high level. As far as Clive knows, the one with the highest professional qualifications There is only the sixth rank, and he is currently serving as a court physician in another country's palace. Not to mention that he is not within his reach, and it does not meet the standards of elves.

"And what about the other two?"

The author has something to say: Demon King: It turned out to be a fiancé (jealousy).

Elf: This question is too embarrassing (shy)

Clive: A strong person above the eighth level of the Light Department?This guy is not fooling me, is he? (anger)