Tia stepped forward, her crystal purple eyes shining slightly. The gentle gaze is filled with strange magic power, as if it can touch the depths of the heart.
The secret text of "Eye" has the power to confuse the mind and peer into the true field of vision.
Tia is also a dual secret text user? This surprised Ed slightly.
Affected by the secret text, the two people in front of the campfire immediately relaxed their vigilance and pressed down the half-unsheathed sword:
"Oh! I'm so sorry, miss, no offense intended. I never expected that I could meet people of the same race in such a ghost place."
Squealer is a tall, thin male elf. Affected by the secret text, he spoke kindly at this moment, completely ignoring the abnormality of Tia's appearance here.
"...Come, sit down and warm yourself by the fire for a while."
He invited me kindly. So Tia leaned over and sat down gently by the fire.
"You are so beautiful. I have never seen anyone like you."
He has a rough voice, looks short, and has a stocky face. He was even more severely affected at the moment, looking completely entranced - or maybe he was just like that.
"Are you stupid?! Don't stare at a lady with such leering eyes." The sharp voice cursed Chubby in a low voice, then turned to look at Tia diligently, "By the way, how did you get here? Coming?"
Tia took a deep breath, her eyes carefully moving between the two of them, as if tears were shining:
"It's a long story. Can my brother sit down and rest for a while? He has an injury to his leg and needs emergency treatment."
"Of course there is no problem. Since we are all fellow elves, it is natural for us to help each other." The sharp voice said, patting his chest.
The other party agreed so readily, and obviously regarded Ed as an elf. After all, according to normal thinking, there is no way that the brother of a pure-blood elf is a human.
Tia stood up and walked back, took off the golden brown hooded cloak, put it on Ed, and whispered:
"Put this on."
After putting on the hood and cloak, most of Ed's face was covered. Especially the pair of oval ears were hidden in the hood, making it difficult to identify his identity for a while.
"...It looks like the calf is broken and needs to be fixed with a splint."
After checking Ed's injuries, Squealer found some suitable straight wooden sticks, and the three of them quickly worked together to temporarily fix Ed's calf.
Since he couldn't speak Elvish, Ed had to pretend to be injured and delirious and remained silent. However, Sylvie thoughtfully translated the dialogue into common language subtitles from beginning to end, so that he would not be confused.
"Would you like a refreshing drink? I still have some coffee left here." Chunky Dun suggested.
"What?! You didn't even tell me that you hid the coffee!" The shrill voice gave him an angry shove.
"Just to let you know, it's gone a long time ago." Chunky Dump took out the coffee powder from the jar and used a larger, rougher tinplate jar to stand on the fire to cook it.
When the water boiled, he opened the jar and let it cool:
"You can drink it after the coffee grounds settle." The jar looked very hot, and Chubby pinched his earlobe with his hand.
"Will it be bitter?" Tia looked at the tin can curiously and asked, supporting her chin with one hand.
"Uh... we ran out of candy, sorry." Chubby said awkwardly.
"I happen to have some coconut sugar here, why not put it in and cook it together?"
Tia took some tan candies from her pocket and put them in. After a while, the sweet smell of coconut came out, and the originally dark and bitter coffee turned into an attractive reddish brown.
"It smells good." Chunky Dump found a few iron cups from the duffel bag on the side, poured the clear coffee from the top into the cups, and gave them to Tia and Ed, and then to himself and Squealer.
As soon as Ed picked up the cup, he noticed that Tia quietly tugged on the corner of his clothes. So he knowingly held it in front of his mouth and blew on it, pretending that it was very hot and did not drink it.
I have to say that even the coffee brewed in this way smells much stronger than the one brewed by Quinn...
"What's in the passage behind you?" Tia asked curiously.
"Uh..." Dumpty took a sip from the cup and looked sideways at the sharp voice.
"There's nothing. There are rats and poisonous scorpions everywhere. If you want to go out, I suggest you go along that road." The sharp voice said calmly, pointing the way to Tia.
"By the way, I suggest you find a way to leave this city immediately, whether it is a train, a passenger ship or an airship..." After that, he drank the scalding coffee in the cup.
About three minutes after drinking the coffee, the fat and thin duo in front of them fell into a drowsy state and fell asleep quickly, snoring loudly.
"They don't want us to pass here. I guess Elder Issyk should be at the end of the passage."
Tia whispered what the two said to Ed, but little did he know that Ed had heard the conversation clearly through the subtitles.
"What should we do with these two people? Leave them alone, tie them up, or...?"
Right now, the two of them have no power to resist, and they can just provide two personality crystals for the Crystal Arc Blade...
This thought came out of Ed's heart inexplicably, making him feel a little scary.
"Ordinary ropes and belts cannot bind the Extraordinaries who have mastered the secret text of 'Cremation'. The just dose is enough for our actions as long as we don't make too much noise to wake them up."
"...Of course, if you want to be on the safe side." She took out the flame whip from her waist.
"Forget it, let's go."
Ed hesitated for a moment and decided to let the two of them go.
Judging from the case of Mr. George, moral concepts seem to have a subtle impact on the sanity of extraordinary people. If he repeatedly crosses his moral boundaries, he becomes more susceptible to madness.
He stood up using his cane. After a moment of rest, he also regained some strength, and the buzzing in his mind was gradually fading away.
Tia still walked in front, and Ed, who injured a leg, followed far behind.
The passage ahead continued to extend downward, shrouded in smoke and darkness. The air was filled with the smell of roses and incense, and the scent that should have been peaceful and calming was particularly unsettling.
Suddenly, the passage suddenly opened up, and thirteen rows of marble pillars carved with phoenix patterns stood upright from the bottom of the water, like a stone forest. The huge, cathedral-like vault is majestic and boundless, and an eight-ring chandelier hangs directly above. The narrow light is biting the darkness.
Directly below it is a large-scale reservoir, with a layer of purple, opaque grease floating on the water, which must be the long-lost ancient fuel, "blood of the emperor."
Elder Issyk closed his eyes tightly and soaked in the water. The broken left arm was spinning and floating in the water, like a dead fish with a white belly.
