When Yaleriga was asked to wear two shackles with a restraining effect, she actually did not lack the opportunity to escape. Although the golden statues holding weapons were staring at her, there were two other witnesses. One of them was a ghastly night dire elf, who was frighteningly flapping a soft small tooth saw hidden in the belly of the doll, and the other He looked at her angrily and sadly, obviously having just experienced a frustrating one-sided love breakup.
She wasn't annoyed by the incident, but she did recall some rumors about goblins being moody and overly sensitive. She couldn't help but feel sorry, because the way the little thing jumped around still pleased her. Whenever she started a relatively stable settled life, she always wanted to put a little thing like this running around in the room. But if the pet always likes to cry, it will not be so useful for adjusting your life. She rarely reveals this, but she is really not good at dealing with mentally sensitive little things.
"I saw it with my own eyes!" the little goblin sobbed. "She drove a white thing, a magic box! to Bendis' door. The poor little thing was abandoned like this... God Oh, she is so beautiful and yet so heartless! A thousand children!"
The Golden Guardians listened to the witness's testimony with their cold statue eyes. They then asked the director of the foster care institution to come out and take charge of the affairs.
"The dean is having a meeting with the mages." The doll swinging the small pool saw pointedly said, "I am the temporary person in charge here. Just now, when I heard the noise and walked over to open the door, the child was Put it in front of the door. And the only person standing in front of me at that time was this succubus lady. I thought she might be able to give an explanation to the origin of this child. As far as I know, her race is not in the 200s More than a thousand children were born in one day and night."
That was considered a relatively objective testimony, so Yareliga smiled happily at it. In her mind, she was thinking about the astonishing number mentioned by the creature hiding in the doll - most likely a night dire elf. "More than a thousand children were born in two hundred days and nights." If this sentence and the situation before her were what she understood, it would really be a shocking thing. She knew that some races were particularly good at breeding, but it was not common to give birth to an average of five every day and night. Besides, if a race can reproduce with such efficiency, then their young will obviously not grow too slowly.
She adjusted to a more comfortable position under the siege of the sharp weapons of the guardians. That immediately drew everyone's eyes back to her.
"I think I can at least see what the child looks like?" she said slowly. "If that is my child, at least it should have a pair of horns. This is a characteristic of my bloodline, no matter who the father of the child is. who."
No one objected to her request. The golden guardian responsible for holding the child moved over, slowly bent its cold waist, and gave Yaleriga a look at the creature in its arms. Its clumsy, hard, weapon-gripping hand gently rubbed along the top of the baby's head, pulling away the fabric surrounding the head. In the process, Yaleriga quickly looked at the entire piece of fabric wrapping the baby. The light brown fabric looked soft and fine, with unusually neat edges and corners. It didn't look like a purely handmade product, but it wasn't a complex industrial product, at least not as good as the strange white boat that sent the baby here.
The fabric was a noteworthy clue, but nothing compared to the baby's appearance. Wrapped in cloth, Yaleriga saw an almost pure white face. The owner of this face has obviously not yet fully developed his facial features, but he has approximately the appearance of a pansapien. Its lower jaw was very pointed, almost in the shape of an inverted triangle, and its eyes were sunk deep into the skin to such an extent that Yaleriga suspected that its visual system was not too developed. However, its hairless ears were unusually large and tall. Highland drums on both sides of the skull. There are no obvious scales, feathers, hairs or other tissue covering the skin, which may just be due to the stage of growth it is in.
The characteristics and appearance of this larva could not be considered very cute in terms of Yaleriga's aesthetics, but they were not scary enough in the vast sea of stars. She gently stretched out her hand to touch the baby's ears, and the guardians' bodies made a threatening clanging sound.
"This is not my child." She said easily, not taking the weapons against her skin seriously.
What she said was so obvious that no one argued against it. The night dire elf said slowly: "This doesn't prove that you didn't steal it."
"Why did I do this?" Yaleriga asked, "Just to deliver it to your door? And its thousand brothers and sisters?"
Naturally, no one could answer her question, and even Yaleriga herself had difficulty coming up with a reasonable answer. Despite this, she was shackled by the guardians and brought before the higher authorities along with two witnesses who testified against her. During the entire process, Yaleriga was blindfolded and could not see the direction they were traveling, but she could hear the sad sobbing sound of the little goblin from time to time. It seemed that her crime actually made the little thing sad. Yaleriga herself was not sad at all. She and the memories in her head were used to it, whether it was breaking the hearts of others all day long, or encountering misfortunes and injustices from time to time. She was confident that she could cope with it, and if one day she couldn't - that would just be the natural outcome of being a creature.
As she walked she thought over the whole thing again. She first remembered what she had encountered when buying an arm for Jing Huang, the tower guard's furious shouting, and the toddler who was finally carried into the tower. Needless to say, what she saw then was one in a thousand. Then she heard the voice of the Night Dire Elf, which seemed to be discussing the matter with a certain guardian. They mentioned several places, such as the holy spring resort established by the elves, the settlement of cat people, and even the herbal garden of the lizard demons, which had mysterious abandoned people knocking on the door.
Yaleriga thought that was a new thing. Given that many lizards have a penchant for hunting intelligent creatures, it is not at all safe to give them young children. What about the other recipients? The White Tower will never take in anyone who cannot voluntarily sign an apprenticeship agreement, and although elves occasionally help abandoned babies, they are only willing to give them to suitable kind-hearted people. If these babies sent by the White Ship were not tragically buried in the monster's belly, they would all eventually be sent to public facilities in Gate City to be raised. She really liked children, but she definitely couldn't handle a thousand children. No wonder the night dire elf in charge of this matter seemed so nervous.
She continued to eavesdrop on the conversations of the people next to her, while being distracted by thinking about the major suspect in this matter--of course, not herself, but the young mage standing on the high platform. This person is obviously the most responsible for her current imprisonment, and it is difficult to say that he did not do it intentionally. But why did he do that? If he was the one who kept throwing babies into the gate city, what was the purpose of that act? Since all actions were accomplished on the white ship, he obviously did not need to expose himself and stood on the eye-catching high platform to wait and finally let her notice his presence. He was also quite reckless in framing her, or perhaps he was confident, thinking that there was no way she could drag him into this matter.
A vague idea formed in Yaleriga's head. She thought that the mage undoubtedly knew more than the dire elves, the tower keepers, and even the golden guardians. He knew that what he needed to wait for was a white ship, not a gospel race that was deprived of fertility. He even knew the approximate time and place when the white ship appeared. This man either knew a lot about the White Ship and the culprit—or he knew the whole port well.
She stopped searching for the mage's identity when she walked up some stairs. Not long after, the guardian brought her to a place that seemed unusually empty. The floor beneath her feet was not solid, and there was some kind of hollow echo coming from the bottom. The breeze blew from bottom to top, caressing her bare arms coldly. She felt that she was walking on some kind of unstable metal long board, and almost immediately realized where she was being taken.
"Is this the Golden Hall of Justice?" she asked, "where the statue of judgment is placed?"
The guardian escorting behind her made a dull reply, confirming her suspicion. Yaleriga was a little surprised, but also alerted for other reasons. The guardian sent her to a certain place and asked her to stand still.
"You are standing on the scale of the soul." The escort announced in his inhuman metallic voice, "Any lie will make you fall."
It took off the cloth covering Yaleriga's eyes.
