Chapter 123 Chapter 124 Pursuit of the Devil
Eve Frostleaf expressionlessly said, “Short-lived species, my time is precious, not meant for listening to your sad and pitiful battle tales.”
George asked curiously, “You asked me.”
He couldn’t understand why Eve Frostleaf suddenly changed her title and how time became so precious all of a sudden.
Perhaps the perspective on time for long-lived races is not constant.
“Short-lived species, you talk too much,” Eve Frostleaf said. “In brief, I can see your life quickly fading.”
“I have a name called George.”
“Short-lived species.”
George wiped his forehead with a towel and said, “I’m not happy talking to you, I’m leaving.”
“Short-lived species.”
“I have a name.” George didn’t look back. “It’s George.”
He really left.
The elven maid couldn’t help but widen her eyes. She didn’t think Lady Frostleaf did anything wrong. Isn’t it normal for humans to be referred to as short-lived species? Moreover, Lady Frostleaf is so graceful and comes from a good family; even though she doesn’t love to talk, there are always people in the court willing to speak.
Now, she could finally rest assured. The task given by the elven queen seemed very simple.
“Short-lived species.” Eve Frostleaf said, “The Sanctuary has a task for you, requiring you to assist me in investigating an incident that insulted Her Majesty the Elven Queen.”
“According to the regulations, in non-emergency situations, I have the right to refuse.”
George kept walking and was already ten steps away from Eve Frostleaf.
Eve Frostleaf couldn’t help but snort coldly and said, “To fight alongside a high elf is your honor.”
With that, she moved her feet and followed George.
“I’m not honored.”
“Your duty.”
“I have more important things to do; you can seek someone else.”
“Short-lived species.”
“Goodbye.”
Eve Frostleaf stepped in front of George, pulled out a book and almost slapped it in George’s face, saying, “The cover, upon seeing it, you know it was drawn by you.”
The elven maid exclaimed, “Lady Frostleaf, wasn’t everything burned that day?”
The book was “The Story of the Elven Queen’s Misfortune,” the latest official edition. It even had a big “Official” written on it.
George took the book, looked at the cover, and said, “I drew it; a merchant bought it.”
“Short-lived species, don’t quibble.” Eve Frostleaf lifted her head. “You are suspected of insulting the Elven Queen; there’s ample evidence. With this chance for redemption, you should be grateful.”
“I’m called George.” George said without fear, handing the book back to her. “Goodbye.”
With that, he bypassed Eve Frostleaf and left.
“Lady Frostleaf.” The elven maid said happily in Elvish, “There are so many two-legged humans on the streets; let’s go find the Sanctuary to replace him with a more humble one.”
Eve Frostleaf shot a glance at the elven maid, her eyes seeming to shoot out a cold blade, causing the elven maid to tremble. Eve Frostleaf said:
“Just a mere maid, you should understand your own identity. Go!”
“Yes… Yes, Lady Frostleaf.”
The elven maid glanced at George, whose back disappeared around the corner, feeling relieved, then turned to leave.
After watching the elven maid leave, Eve Frostleaf immediately turned and strode in the direction George went. Her legs were long, and she caught up to George in a few minutes, calling out, “George.”
“Mm?”
“I caught up to better complete the task,” Eve Frostleaf emphasized. “You are involved in this matter, and your help will be immensely beneficial compared to others.”
“I still don’t understand where you high elves get your inexplicable sense of superiority.”
“Ha.” Eve Frostleaf said, “You don’t understand, George. I… I’m just trying to better accomplish the Queen’s task.”
“Out of friendship and considering the diplomatic situation between civilized races, I’m willing to help,” George said. “I can tolerate your pride, but out of mutual respect, can you refrain from doing things I dislike?”
“You are still making demands?” Eve Frostleaf asked. “But George, I’ve decided to reluctantly listen to your request.”
“Try to lie less, like just now,” George said. “I don’t force others not to lie, but lies are truly unpleasant to my ears.”
Eve Frostleaf’s pointed ears inexplicably flushed a faint red. She turned her head and said:
“I’m not.”
“Lies.”
Eve Frostleaf looked at George with great reluctance, saying, “Fine.”
That response was so reluctant, it seemed as if she was agreeing to a servitude contract.
“I already have a suspect in mind,” George said, “but considering her identity and out of prejudice, mentioning her name might harm her, so I’ve decided to investigate carefully afterward.”
“Her?” Eve Frostleaf pondered in the common tongue. “Feminine, so it’s a female?”
“I misspoke,” George said. “I should use ‘they,’ which is a neutral term. Do you have any progress so far?”
“We’ve already found the merchant who initially printed the book; he said it was to spread this book by a powerful devil to restore their power,” Eve Frostleaf said. “That’s the truth.”
George asked some more questions, and Eve Frostleaf answered them one by one.
“You mean, a devil with a weapon called the fluffy tail of a pink bunny, with flames sealed in their eyes?”
“Can’t you determine if someone is lying?”
“This sounds humorously familiar.”
As George spoke, a black-haired succubus popped into his mind, showing him a mischievous smile, flicking her tail cheerfully.
He felt like giving her two swats on her backside.
“Do you have any ideas?”
“A bit, but I’m not sure.” George thought, when the merchant bought the painting, Jima was also there, and they didn’t know each other.
However, the merchant met the devil in a dream, and Jima’s ability is to enter dreams.
From a motive standpoint, Jima holds grudges and is very likely to use this method to retaliate against the Elven Queen.
George recalled the days before the book was published. Jima was very busy and didn’t finish the reading report task he assigned; in the end, she just rushed through it.
Oh, she also missed one reading report. It’s a pity he wouldn’t be able to assign her homework in the future.
“Who?”
“I’ll make a decision after I investigate personally,” George said. “I remember the Sanctuary has some extraordinary items that allow others to enter their dreams; we should take the merchant you mentioned.”
“Okay.”
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“Achoo! Achoo!”
Jima sneezed several times. Rubbing her nose, she said, “I don’t know which bad person is cursing me behind my back again.”
As she spoke, she pulled up her mask and continued to clean the dusty alchemy table.
“How stingy! This dilapidated alchemy workshop should greet a golden deity like me with a pair of living secretaries and a clean, tidy alchemy workshop, shouldn’t it?” Jima, worried about confidentiality, refused the servants sent by Karslan and chose to handle it herself.
After about an hour of work, Jima wiped her forehead and picked up several letters of introduction.
These were all letters provided by Karslan for Jima to choose an alchemist to learn from.
The three letters in her hand were for alchemists with whom Karslan had a relatively loose connection, determined by divination.
“I’ll just pick a lucky mentor to be my teacher.”
Jima threw the three letters into the air, casually grabbing one as it fell, looking at the cover and reading out the name:
“Xinji? That’s a short name.”
