The next day has arrived.
The sun was shining brightly and there were no clouds in the sky.
After the rain and wind blow, the green leaves in the mountains become more and more fresh and tender, and occasionally only the wind blows raindrops off the branches.
Surrounded by nature, the only remaining point of discord is in the center of the valley.
Whether it was Morgan or Lucifer, they stood still and neither took the initiative to touch the light green ball, nor even moved an inch.
It’s not about being humble.
Within the sight range, the small ball in the air was beating slowly and steadily, as regularly as a heartbeat.
Bang, bang, bang.
Once, again, and again.
The intensity is getting stronger and stronger, and it can be vaguely seen that the surface size of the green ball is constantly shrinking and expanding with this sound.
It is like a heart that is completely suspended in the sky, but it has no special shape. It is just an ordinary ball without any decoration.
At this point, even without any knowledge reserves, you can still realize that this is a living entity.
"This should be the first larval form of the elves." Lucifer couldn't help but say, "I haven't seen it with my own eyes, but I heard that they grew up in this form on the ancient elven trees."
As for the emergence of a cute little guy with arms and legs who can run and jump under the ancient elf tree, that is the next step in the process.
Lucifer was only in his teens or 20s when the elves were completely extinct. He had never seen that kind of scene, so he could only rely on common sense in books to find it normal.
The same goes for Morgan, of course.
But he didn't take the initiative to talk. He just crossed his arms and stared at the ball not far away.
I also saw that as Lucifer opened his mouth, the beating frequency suddenly accelerated sharply, especially at several important nodes.
Then he returned to normal as if nothing had happened, as if nothing happened after the subsequent recovery.
He was unmoved, naturally for this reason.
——This gadget has consciousness and can hear Lucifer's words, but it just waits for the two people to react without making a sound.
It's a small thing, but it has a big shelf.
Mogan mainly doesn't like the feeling of being forced to predict actions.
If someone insists on speculating on him, he may want to try what is called "half-dragon's rebellion" and "businessman's scheming" first.
But he is also good at and keen on guessing others - this can be regarded as a kind of "doing to others what you don't want others to do to you."
Finally, after what seemed like endless waiting, ripples appeared on the surface of the light green ball, and a weak sound wave was emitted.
"My name is Dolando..."
"Can you help me?"
"……Is anyone here?"
The childish voice is particularly sweet, like the tinkling of the morning stream, but it cannot be distinguished by gender - considering the vocal cord development of the human race, this timbre is equivalent to that of a child before the voice changes.
It's just that the sound quality is obviously higher than average.
The elves do not reproduce in conventional ways. According to the research results of human scholars, they are born with no gender, and their appearance and sexual characteristics are just the appearance based on their interests and tendencies during acquired development.
But to Morgan, it didn't matter whether he sounded like a sympathetic Terran cub or not.
He has a mature and complete system for dealing with strangers or things.
Rather than proactive contact prematurely, prior observation is also part of a temporary plan.
——It's better than putting all your good intentions in, but not understanding anything yourself, and meeting a Riddler who doesn't say anything.
At least have enough insurance.
No matter what kind of abnormal factors he faces, Mogan must first place a warning target and stay in place.
After stopping Lucifer who wanted to talk, Morgan looked at him and continued to look at the situation, waiting for a more appropriate time.
Dolanduo thought that her voice was too soft, and the reason why others did not open their mouths again was that they had not heard her narration. She continued to beat the outer shell in a jerky tone, and continued to talk in fragments.
"I'm afraid... there's a lot of rain here, but there's also the smell of forest and flowers, which is very fragrant, but very cold..."
"I heard the sound of birds chirping, but it was so far away... It seemed like it was in a very far place, very far away. Is anyone there?"
Seeing that no one was paying attention to it, Dolanduo changed the topic on her own, as if to cheer herself up.
"Actually, it's not too cold... I haven't been blessed yet. I can't feel the cold. It's just that the surroundings are empty and there's nothing. I'm very scared."
"It's not that I'm afraid... the main thing is that I can't see anything. It's been a long time. I don't know what happened. Where did everyone go?"
"It should be daytime now, but it's pitch black... Is there something nearby? There's such a powerful energy field that I can't see anything..."
These descriptions are chaotic but unified, pitiful and optimistic. Morgan summarized them a little and came to the following conclusion.
This young elf who calls himself Dolando has reasonable language organization skills and is not ignorant.
It has the IQ level of at least ten years old and can hear sounds, smell smells, and perceive light.
In addition, it should be able to sense magical energy. Not surprisingly, the "energy field" in the description should come from the space-time ore next to it.
Although there is confusion between the perception of light and the silent external senses, the overall attitude is quite positive and there is no obvious communication barrier.
In other words, have a normal conversation.
There are also some miscellaneous words that are temporarily unclear about the actual representation of the object.
"Bless", "everyone".
Before Lucifer could feel pity and couldn't help but run to comfort this little life, Morgan slowly stepped forward and put his hand near the light green ball until he saw the ball pop slightly.
If you want to describe it, it's like being frightened and retreating.
This is "seeing" it.
Through this test, he recorded the ball's sensing range. Mo Gan was business-like and spoke calmly.
"My name is Morgan Grande, and I am a businessman—please meet me, little friend."
If necessary, not to mention a conscious and thoughtful spherical elf who would complain, even a real doll, Morgan could pick up his perfect etiquette.
In terms of affectation, he is a professional.
"Nice to meet you, I'm Dorando!"
The elf's voice rose instantly, and his joy was beyond words, completely ignoring that this person had previously regarded himself as nothing, as if he had grasped a life-saving straw.
"Were you talking just now?"
The elf didn't seem to have much confidence in distinguishing other people's voices. He didn't realize that the person who spoke just now was not Mogan, but His Majesty the King, who was silent now.
But it didn't immediately continue to ask for help. Maybe it was thinking about something, and moved back slightly, which was a simple and implicit gesture of goodwill.
"Your name is very special." Mogan commented simply, then changed the subject and stopped pretending, "Are you an Elf?"
"Yes!" The elf's voice was crisp and he answered sincerely, "I am from the United States of Laswell. I was actually... I should say that I was originally on the way to travel, but for some reason, I was locked up after sleeping. …”
This process does not sound reasonable and legal.
Morgan turned to look at Lucifer and found that he seemed to have no reaction to the name of this strange country and was even very confused.
But this elf who calls himself Dolando seems to be sure that this is a term they should understand, and has no intention of explaining it at all.
This matter is not simple.
The elf didn't think there was anything wrong, and continued to talk, as if to convince the people he met that he was a good boy, "Although I was separated from everyone, I have been looking for someone! They will be waiting for me, and they may be nearby."
"Are you traveling around?" Mo Gan continued to ask, "Where is your destination?"
Before handing over the information and letting the elf realize that something was wrong, he also wanted to draw some "logical" conclusions from Dolanduo as much as possible.
Dorlando was also happy to answer, "Lord God of Light guides us forward! We are going to the Iverson Continent and are looking for a new home."
Morgan was silent for a moment.
The elf's three short sentences really brought up too many doubtful points that are contrary to current common sense.
But at least a familiar place name appeared, which did not make Mogan suspect that this little guy came from another world.
Although the so-called destination is right here. So is the so-called United States of Laswell located on the continent of Mirnik?
It is true that many countries have disappeared in the long river of history, but after all, Mirnik Continent is not a category he is familiar with.
It is a well-known fact that the elves disappeared more than 90 years ago, but their existence definitely lasted for more than a few hundred or thousands of years.
If we say that there was a country named Laswell a few years ago, where the elves once lived, and later moved to the Iverson continent, then it would indeed make sense.
But Lucifer's reaction showed that all Dorlando's statements were one-sided, and the learned king of Milnik continent knew nothing about this "fact".
How long ago would it take for there to be no records left at all?
In addition, this is also the first time that Mogan has heard the concept of the United States on both continents.
This is also a huge doubt, because the monarch-centered regime is basically the consensus on the concept of the country on the twin continents.
This little Dolando is like the most primitive cub of the elves, but her ability to know and express herself through language has already taken shape.
What kind of existence is it?
There are unusual signals everywhere.
"The space inside the space-time ore may be time-static." Lucifer gave his own inference, "There is a possibility that it is not aware of the passage of time outside."
But the undoubted conclusion is that this little thing must not belong to the same era as them, and is not from the same place.
Until then, due to the change in tone, Dolanduo vaguely realized that besides himself, there must be two people present.
"Who are you……?"
In order to study the elf, Lucifer had taken a few steps forward, basically within the range of perception, and stretched out his hand.
He also turned to look at Mogan, because Dorando raised a question, which involved a solution.
Should he continue using the pseudonym "Yarne Warren" or something?
But the problem soon lost its meaning.
"Lucifer..."
Hearing this name, Mogan's eyes narrowed, not because His Majesty the King revealed his real name.
Because the person who said this was neither Morgan nor Lucifer himself.
But Dorando.
It didn't even have additional communication, just being touched by Lucifer.
Just a little touch.
"Lucifer Lestus...the second human race, is this your name?"
However, it seemed that it was not aware of this situation. It directly said the full name of His Majesty the King and confirmed it repeatedly.
The cheerful and lively elf suddenly turned into a hot potato, making Lucifer's eyes blank and Morgan taking a few steps back.
