"Are Inspector Bollon and Trainee Inspector Angelou here?"
Griffith asked hopelessly after reading the record.
"The two investigators have been transferred to other places, and there are no personnel records of them in the town," the clerk replied. "We are not affiliated with the Bureau of Investigation. We are just keeping the case files for them."
"Let's go," the elegant and tranquil smile returned to Galadia's face again. She lightly patted Griffith's shoulder and walked out.
…
The two people who left the town walked through the fields and hills and rested by the creek in the evening. This area is already relatively densely populated, but it is not easy to find a place to eat and stay during your trip.
"What is this? Don't you have a shield?" Galadia watched curiously as Griffith took out a round object the size of a shield from the package and threw it on the frame with a "dong" sound.
"Our supper - another loaf of brown bread, made from flour mixed with oats, barley, various legumes and, um, bran. It keeps well, but it's hard," Griffiths said. He set up a small oven on the bonfire and began to cut the large shield-like bread with great effort. "Ovens are generally public, and citizens bake a piece of bread like this every few days. Then, it became like this ”
"Are you sure you can chew this thing?" The elf shook his head, "Even a goblin knife can't cut it!"
"Indeed... it's very hard. There are not many cases where a robber thief sneaked into a farmer's house and robbed him, but died under the housewife's black bread; or when a husband and wife quarreled, they took the bread and used it as a murder weapon." Griffith broke it into pieces. He poured a piece of black bread into the small oven and cooked it. "It tastes better when it's soft."
"Why are you living so miserable!" the elf shouted, clapping the bowl, "Why do you feed me this every day!?"
"Because the war has just ended, and you can only buy black bread in a place like this. Conscience, this bread is not mixed with sand and sawdust, it is already very good!" Griffith yelled and took out the bread from the town. Put the dried meat and tomatoes bought above into the pot, and add some wild vegetables picked from the roadside. "Although the supply of supplies has greatly improved now, it will take some time before white bread is available."
The two were about to quarrel.
After a brief silence, Galadia watched the bread, meat and vegetables tumbling in the water. She turned around and took out a small package and placed it on her slender legs. She looked at the trainee knight who was cooking something with a smile.
Feeling her gaze, Griffith raised his head and asked, "So, how did you venture out in the wild? Food and rest are quite troublesome, right?"
"No, I had companions a few days ago!" Galadia said, "In the end, I really couldn't stand their character, and for other reasons, I decided to go it alone!"
"It's best not to be like this in the future. Even the most powerful heroes don't have eyes behind them," Griffith said very sincerely. "No matter how annoying your companions are, they are still companions."
"I know, I know!" Galadia took out a small piece of something from the package and handed it over, "I'll give you something delicious to eat! This is our secret recipe of delicious food! I had only seen this kind of thing in books. The apprentice knight immediately took it happily and found that it was two small shortbreads with something sandwiched between them.
"Eat quickly! A few pieces will make you full. According to the rules, we can't give it to you humans!"
Griffith took a bite. The golden biscuit had a faint fragrance, and the stuff in the biscuit was soft and smooth, with a sweet and rich taste.
Delicious! What's this! Griffith's eyes widened and he opened the shortbread and found a black solid layer inside. He took a lick curiously. The rich taste was more delicious than honey, and it also had a pleasant sense of satisfaction.
"Hahahaha! You are so cute!" Galadia watched Griffith finish the biscuits in two mouthfuls, licking his fingers as if watching an orange cat eating dried fish, "This is for the cocoa tree. Fruit is used as the main ingredient. After pressing, it is mixed with other ingredients, fermented and roasted to make dry food. It has a rich and sweet taste!"
"It's so delicious!" Griffith licked the melted cocoa liquid on his hands, "From the Broken Islands to the grasslands of the east, I have never eaten anything like this."
"I won't give it to you!" Galadia put the small package on her leg away, "This is my food reserve. If you eat it all, I will have to live on the indescribable soup you cooked! "
"Actually, this soup is not that bad. After all, dried meat and tomatoes are added." Griffith took out a small piece of cheese bought in the town and put it into the soup. The special aroma left and filled the air. "In this war, The kingdom has occupied several provinces in the southern continent, which is a large piece of fertile land with many unheard-of products. After the war, everyone’s life will become richer.”
Dried meat, tomatoes and cheese cost a fortune.
"Oh~" Galadia smelled the aroma in the air and felt that the soup seemed okay. "I didn't expect that a little sergeant like you would care about the affairs of the Southern Continent. It's not south of the Broken Islands, so far away. South?"
"A humble position is no excuse for being short-sighted. This is what my teacher said." Griffith scooped out a bowl of soup and handed it over. "Maybe one day, the distant world will become part of your story." , isn’t it?”
Galadia took the steaming soup, scooped up a spoonful of soft bread and ate it with the soup.
"How about it?"
"Okay."
The two had a leisurely dinner. Galadia spread a blanket on the soft grass and sat on it very comfortably.
Not far from the elf girl, Griffith was reading books bought in the town by the campfire.
"Do you like reading so much?"
"Well, my brain needs books like a sword needs a whetstone."
"That's a good saying!" Galadia praised sincerely, "It sounds like a famous quote from some important person."
After hearing the compliment, Griffith closed the book in his hand and took out a stack of paper from the package.
"What is this?" the elf asked curiously.
"The picture album is said to help you relax after reading it." Griffith unfolded the picture album carefully. "It came with the book when I bought it. I didn't even have time to read it during the day."
Curious Galadia also moved her head towards it.
"..."
"..."
"That's not the case!" the elf girl shouted. The thin eyebrows are almost twisted together, and the long pointed ears stand up.
During the day, when the two of them passed by the town, the merchant in the town gave the trainee knight who had just returned from the battlefield a picture album that "can calm the soul" - the pictures were full of all kinds of revealing clothes. Picture album of sexy beauties, both human and elven.
Griffith watched for a while, and instead of calming down, his mind became turbulent. Then he boldly took a look at his companion who was superior in appearance, figure, and temperament.
Galadia punched him and took the album away.
"It's not like this, okay! Don't read it again, you obscene idiot!" Galadia snatched the drawing paper from Griffith's hand, took out a charcoal pencil, and brushed it on the back of a piece of paper. He started drawing, "Slander! This is a crazy slander!"
I have to say that this elf lady is really versatile. Within a moment, a stunning painting appeared in front of Griffith.
The elf warriors in heavy armor held long knives with twisted double-edged blades, and formed a straight battle line as if they were slashing with swords. They looked at the orc army charging at them with cold and firm eyes. In the nearest part of the picture, a handsome and resolute elf general roared and waved his sword. His image perfectly combines elegance, self-discipline and courage, leaving no doubt that he is a hero who will go down in history.
"Look! Look!" Galadia shouted, "The solid defense of full body armor and large shield, skilled combat skills from both near and far, adhering to the ancient alliance with mankind, and the leader who fights on the front line with the warriors, powerful The war cry, the embodiment of wisdom, the natural enemy of evil, the true! True! Spirit!"
"Look at yours again!" Galadia patted Griffith's album. The elf woman in the album wears thin clothes, trying her best to show off her sexy figure and charming appearance. "Sexy lingerie-like clothing, weak and exaggerated magic, inexplicable racism, thinking she is a coquettish and useless queen, and a confused expression." , a useless species, a foil to the winner, a false! False! Spirit! Spirit!"
"Well, I'm sorry, I won't read it." Griffith replied honestly.
"That's pretty much it."
"Can you return the human ones to me?"
"..." Galadia was stunned for a moment, rolled up the album and patted the trainee knight on the head.
…
Without the picture album, Griffith could only read the book seriously for a while. Suddenly, a question came to his mind: "Are you really immortal?"
"How is it possible~" Galadia, who had confiscated the album, leaned against the tree trunk and looked at the fire in front of her, lost in thought, "How is it possible that there is an immortal existence in this world? Ordinary elves can live 300 years, they are powerful and noble. The lifespan of that group is close to 600. I have heard that the Supreme Master has lived for a thousand years, but I have not seen it with my own eyes. This vitality has probably caught up with the dragon."
"Hmm~" Griffith turned around so that he could fully appreciate the slender and straight legs of his companion, "Then your reproduction speed must not be fast, otherwise the world would be full of elves."
"Yes~" Galadia replied without any concern, "When I was at home, everyone's greeting when I met was 'The birth rate has dropped again this year~', so I just chatted with you humans and asked about food. Nothing is the same."
"real or fake……"
"If you become a great hero, the kingdom of elves will open its doors to you. Before that, you couldn't verify it anyway." The elf lay down and wrapped himself well in a blanket. "People like you , it is impossible to become a spellcaster even if you study in Homonworth. Demon hunters have another training path. You will choose between the church's 'Paladin' and the military's 'spellbreaker' path. Yes Bar?"
Griffith looked at the elf girl with curious and ignorant eyes, and then shook his head blankly: "The sergeant academy didn't say much about the training of extraordinary people. The legion conducted an assessment on me six months ago, and the evaluation was that I was in a broken state. The location of the new recruits in the Mage Path Sequence 9. The Earl’s Mansion will consider these issues.”
"Well," Galadia nodded, "That is the candidate for 'Paladin' and 'Spell Breaker'. The Paladin path will not waste mental energy, and your lord will most likely choose this for you, and you will The great human hero Roland Knight has the same growth path."
I know this person! Griffith immediately became excited when he heard Roland's name.
This great hero was once an apprentice knight serving in the legion. Destiny gave him the opportunity to step onto the stage of the times. In the famous Battle of the Usurpers more than ten years ago, he and his companions smashed the conspiracy of the black magic forces.
Dragon Slayer, Sword of the Kingdom, Herald of Holy Light, best friend of elves and earth spirits...Kings of different races gave him titles without hesitation, and bards, academies and armies praised his great achievements.
Griffith sat up with his heart racing. While recalling the story of Knight Roland, he carefully checked his equipment and started working the night shift.
The area where the two of them are now is located on the western edge of the Eastern Province, only a few days away from the center of the prosperous kingdom, and is no longer an inaccessible area. But even so, the two of them will not be careless because of this. If they camp out in the wild, they will definitely arrange rotational vigilance.
In this area, jackals and other ferocious beasts have long been wiped out. There is also a small army stationed in the area, and under the strict patrol system, there is no way for all kinds of monsters to survive.
According to this, what happened to the traveler missing that the bartender said?
Griffith strained his ears for any suspicious noise in the darkness. There was an occasional crackling sound from the fire in front of me, and from time to time I could hear a few insects chirping and birds chirping. There seemed to be no ominous breath or sound in the darkness.
