After reading the contents of the first three letters, the last dragonborn took out the last letter.
When he took out this letter, he keenly noticed the difference between the fourth letter and the first three letters——
Although it was also packaged in an envelope, the envelope was not sealed and there was no dispatch date on it.
Moreover, there were gaps on the edges of the letter's paper, which was obviously torn from a certain book.
Different from the first three letters, which were rough and contained some spelling errors, the font of this letter was obviously more delicate and seemed to be written by a woman.
'It's been a month and a half and there's been no news from him. Let those nobles keep their damn money! I can't wait any longer! '
'Fort Manlchenko, I have to go there. The children can only ask their mother to take care of them temporarily. '
'I have been with him day and night for fifteen years, and I cannot bear the pain of losing him. This time, no matter what happens, I will be with him. '
'May the gods bless us——'
Rather than saying it is a letter, it is actually better to say it is a diary.
After reading all four letters, the panel popped up again.
[System prompt: 'The Dead' mission is completed, triggering the C-level mission 'Tracing']
[Task introduction: The blood-stained letter reveals the deceased’s life information. In order to track down her lover who lost contact during an escort mission, she embarked on a journey that she would never return to. 】
[Mission goal: Find the final whereabouts of the escort team. 】
[Task reward: 250,000 experience points]
[Completion: 0%]
After reading the system prompts, the Last Dragonborn put away a few letters and finally checked the necklace.
A heart-shaped pendant of the same material hangs on the necklace and can be opened.
The elf reached out his fingers and gently pressed on the top of the pendant. The dark upper cover popped open, revealing a tiny ghost photo inside.
The girl with blond hair and white skirt placed her left hand in a V shape in front of her, and her right hand hugged a young mercenary with brown hair, smiling brightly.
This kind of shadow necklace usually comes in a pair, and the material is not valuable. If such a pendant is found when collecting loot on the battlefield, the victorious party will also default to leaving it to the deceased.
No one can guarantee that they will not die on the battlefield, but they at least hope to be with their loved ones when they sleep.
After years of experience in online novels and role-playing games, the Last Dragonborn has come to a conclusion.
The lover this woman is looking for is most likely gone.
And this is inseparable from their last mission, or more accurately, from the cargo they secretly escorted.
The location of Fort Manlchenko is not that far from here on the map. Even at the speed of the caravan, it only takes about seven days to reach it.
What exactly were they escorting?
A gust of cool breeze gently blew the weeds on the roadside, and the mutilated body of a female lay quietly in the grass. A pair of empty blood-colored eye sockets that had been gnawed by wolves stared at him as if praying.
After looking at several coins in his hand that were also stained with blood, the elf was silent for a moment and suddenly smiled.
"I, the last Dragonborn, accept your employment——"
Then, the elf no longer hesitated and compared the position of the system map. He changed the direction and jumped quickly in the direction of Manchenko Fort.
What the last dragonborn didn't know was that all his actions at this time fell into the sight of a goshawk in the sky.
Separating the last dragonborn from the caravan was a plan that Anvis had already arranged.
Since the files will be deleted at the end of the closed beta, these 100x experience version players are like unstable bombs. In order to test some 'game mechanics', you may drag others with you to explode at any time.
The most terrifying thing is that they can explode five times in total!
But after all, it is a rare player sample, and Avis will not let him completely out of sight. Maybe he will be used in the future.
.….….
Floating boat, day five, dinner time.
Still at the dining table, Avis and Hillier were chatting, while Albins ate in silence.
"The float will arrive at the academy at seven o'clock tomorrow morning."
In a beautiful tone like an aria, Avis sighed with half-truth.
"Time, you are always so hasty and indifferent——"①
The pigeon had escaped on its own before and was now flying around in the cafeteria. No one could see it anyway, so Anvis just pretended it didn't exist.
"Well, can we meet again after arriving at the academy?"
After hearing the news, Hillier was a little reluctant to leave.
After several days of getting along with each other, due to Anvis's approachability, the girl gradually lost her initial restraint and regained her original lively and cheerful personality.
But she knew in her heart that she and Anvis were not from the same world after all.
Therefore, although she admired the elegant and handsome Avis very much, the slender girl was only careful to keep this hazy feeling in her heart.
She only has one hope at this time, that this journey can be a little longer, a little longer...
"There will be a chance, Hillier."
Anvis comforted the girl gently, with just the right amount of regret on his expression, showing his aristocratic demeanor.
"I would like to ask, after entering the academy, which school and sub-sect will you two go to?"
"Before boarding the ship, the adults at the academy detected that I have a strong talent in the School of Illusion...but I haven't decided which sub-sect to choose yet."
Her slender fingertips wrapped around a strand of brown hair hanging down to her shoulders. The girl lowered her eyebrows and thought about it, then said in a somewhat uncertain tone.
"The school of change, the school of time and space change."
Albins raised his head slightly, spat out a sentence with precious words, and then lowered his head again.
The girl glared at her impolite brother, and then cast an apologetic look at Anvis.
Anvis shrugged his shoulders, spread his hands towards the girl, and smiled helplessly, indicating that he was used to his character.
"What about you, Anvis, which school of thought will you choose to enter?"
"My choice?"
Avis smiled slightly.
"I'll go into the occult."
Although Pamir Academy also has a prophecy department, Anvis would never choose to join.
Being a descendant of the four major families with the gift of prophecy is almost equivalent to putting a layer of highlights on yourself, for fear that the enemy will not pay enough attention to you.
Moreover, entering the mysterious school of Pamir Academy was originally part of his plan.
As an ancient force with the same level of heritage as the four major families, some of the things collected by the Mysterious School of Pamir Academy are very coveted by Anvis.
"Mysterious school? Is it very strong?"
Hillier was a little confused. She had never even heard about the mysterious school before.
"It's not necessarily very strong, but it's very profound and mysterious."
Avis smiled.
"Magic is vast. Over the long years, countless spells have been created."
"Hillier, in your opinion, do all spells have their own spell-casting models?
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①: Famous lines from the magical opera "Theo Sis" during the period of Gloria II.
