It seems that there is no useful information here. A disappointed Griffith lay on his comfortable bed. He originally planned to go to the Great Library of Canaan to search for information, but the published books were so obscure, and the detailed information in the Great Library must also be on the list of banned books.
It's still early for bed now, why don't you go for a walk~ If Galadia comes up to sit down, you can play a few games of auto-chess... Griffith looked out the window, and there seemed to be a piece of blue crystal on the dark blue sky. A crystal-clear invisible barrier envelopes the city. The sky intersects with the arc of light that appears and disappears on the spire of the Nebula Temple in the distance, reflecting the colorful and mysterious colors.
Is there a magic shield covering Canaan? These pointed ears are too luxurious... With this thought, Griffith fell asleep unconsciously.
He slept very restlessly.
Griffith has been haunted by an extremely terrifying dream. He seemed to be in a dark altar, his ankles soaked in a thick liquid that looked like blood. A demon-like figure stood high above the crowd. He raised his sharp blade. There seemed to be a girl lying on the stone bed in front of him.
There was an invisible shadow slowly moving behind the demon. It seemed to be extremely exhausted and dying. The devil picked up the girl in front of him and threw her inside. The shadow suddenly became turbulent and fierce like being thrown into a charcoal fire, spurting out evil green light and blood-like liquid.
The believers were cheering wildly, opening their mouths and sticking out their tongues to catch the falling blood. Their figures were originally blurry and weird, twisted and lifeless like withered and rotten old trees, until they drank blood and became moist again.
This chaotic and absurd dream suddenly shattered, Griffith's inspiration was touched, and he woke up.
His bedroom seemed to be alive, with bursts of scratching sounds and chaotic footsteps coming from the walls. He jumped up from the window and listened alertly.
This small but clear sound is disgusting and not an illusion, like a swarm of rats scurrying past. Could it be that there are mice in the wall?
They must have been running back and forth behind these thick walls, making shrill, commotion-like cries.
Griffith had just woken up from a nightmare. He was in a daze and could only use the dim light outside the window to observe the movement of the wall. After a while, the chaotic sound gradually faded away. He got up from the bed, lit a candlestick, and followed the direction of the sound.
It was a narrow staircase, dark and hidden, so deep that I didn't know where it led. While he was curious, a half-elf administrator walked by nearby.
"Where is the staircase leading to?" Griffith asked the passing half-elf.
"Don't go anywhere," the caretaker said. "This is off limits."
After saying that, he came over and closed the door to the stairway entrance.
It's very strange here. The hidden doors and stairs are like secret passages, almost deliberately prepared for some passers-by or goods that should not be known to everyone. But who is using it? Why doesn't the administrator want me to know?
"Is there a rat infestation here?" Griffith asked.
The caretaker was watching him, and soon he said in an unusual whisper: "No way, these walls are all solid blocks of limestone inside, unless centuries of running water have corroded a tunnel for rats inside. But. , this is impossible, I have never seen a mouse in the temple."
With that, the half-elf left, leaving the suspicious Griffith where he was. The air flow passed through the crack in the door, blowing the flame of the candle on the candlestick and swaying slightly.
It seems that there is a large space in the basement that this small door leads to, and the whistling wind blows from there to where Griffith is.
He stood there for a while and found that there was no way to get into the ground except to remove the door. As a guest, Griffith didn't want to cause trouble, so he naturally wouldn't tear down the door. Just as he was about to leave, the rustling sound came again.
Griffith hurriedly put down the candlestick in his hand and carefully knelt on the ground to listen.
The scale of the movement this time far exceeded that of a few minutes ago, and it was so unusual that it could not be explained in words. It was as if all the rats from Canaan came over, digging and biting at the end of the tunnel leading to the basement, running back and forth. There was no end to the mysterious commotion, and there were even vague shadows and glimmers of light passing through the basement under the door.
The movement in the darkness came from a distant place and extended into the distance. The rats were probably preparing to dig a tunnel from the temple to the Archon's Palace.
This thrilling commotion made Griffith's heart beat faster.
Just guessing the size of the rat group from this movement makes people shudder. As for why there are so many rats in a clean place like Canaan, this question makes people even more afraid of the unknown.
What is going on in the basement locked by the administrator? Are those ancient demons still plotting ulterior plots in the darkness?
Griffith left the temple of the Starlight Goddess and came to the street. He wanted to detour to the cliff side of the temple to see if it was the river or the wind that gave him the illusion of night. Unfortunately, this is the temple of a goddess after all. Although it is used for travelers to rest, it is also quite large in scale.
He walked some distance along the street looking for a way to reach the cliff. Suddenly, he was enveloped by an unknown feeling. It was as if he had just left the protection of the Silver Moon and Starlight Goddess, and many dormant evil eyes were staring at him from undetectable corners.
Hidden beings whisper in the darkness, blending with each other to form evil and unpredictable murmurs. Griffith immediately became nervous and reached out to hold the weapon at his waist.
He looked around nervously, but there was no one else on the empty street except him.
Trouble, trouble, danger!
No matter how slow Griffith was, he realized that something was wrong. He turned around and ran away, but the temples of Silver Moon and Starlight Queen, who had always been friendly and caring to him, were still some distance away, and danger was already approaching from the darkness.
"Hey, a little human knight, what are you doing here so late?"
There was an irresistible majesty in his easy-going words. The inquirer is a black-haired male elf dressed casually. He was not wearing any weapons, he was as strong and elegant as a cheetah, and his casual demeanor had an irresistible goodwill and cool demeanor. From the moment he appeared, the murmurs and shadows lingering nearby suddenly disappeared.
"Good evening," Griffith replied hastily, "I am Commander Griffith Blanton, Level 3 Assault Squadron."
"Oh——, oh! Griffith, that's a good name. I'm Estas," the tall elf replied, "Is this your first time in Canaan? You must be at a loss. I'll show you around. ."
This is no longer necessary. Griffith declined politely. He was so frightened by the buzzing basement, the murmurs and shadows that had just dissipated from the vicinity, that he wanted to escape back to the room and hide under the quilt right now.
"Don't refuse so quickly~" Estas hugged his shoulders, "There are some places where girls won't take you. Come on, come on."
The strength of Mr. Estas, whom they met for the first time, was so amazing that Griffith was unable to break free and just followed him half-pushingly.
The elf led him to push open the door of a bar, greeted the half-elf waiter, and pulled Griffith to sit down in a familiar manner: "A human once said to me that nothing between men is worth a glass of wine. If it can’t be solved, then have another drink.”
I have never heard of this statement... Griffith sat on the chair uneasily, watching Estas fill himself with the crystal blue liquid, and couldn't help but want to refuse, but there was something about him. Strange attraction. It was rare for an elf to quote a human. Griffith thought for a while and couldn't help asking: "Is he your friend?"
"That's not true. He was my former love rival and kidnapped my fiancée."
"Pfft!" Griffith, who had just taken a sip of sweet wine, spat it out.
There is no trace of age on the elf's face. Maybe that was a long, long time ago. Before Griffith asked the question, Estas added to himself: "You can consider him my friend for now. Anyway, the beauty is still with me in the end."
"It seems that your charm is even better." The would-be knight said sincerely.
"That's not true. The human being who told himself that he was dead is dead," Estas said with a hint of regret. "He was a brave and upright guy. His swordsmanship, well, let's admit that he is better than me. He is not subject to Bound by common sense, I only fight for the truth of my belief... but it is as fleeting as a meteor in the sky. When I learned the unfortunate news, it seemed that I had just met him, which was really unacceptable."
The elf in front of me must be a friend of some great hero. Griffith speculated in his mind. Estas's appearance is extraordinary and his demeanor is free and easy. He is completely different from the quiet and elegant elves seen during the day. He must be the upper class of Canaan.
Estas drank the sweet wine slowly: "So, this incident taught me a lesson."
"oh?"
"All the gifts of fate have already been marked with a secret price. That friend of mine has so many talents and the favor and companionship of a beautiful woman, but in the end he still cannot avoid the fate of withering."
He raised his glass to the beautiful Canaan night view outside the window: "Looking back, I feel a little melancholy. However, if I think about it carefully, I can feel relieved.
"Only this impeccable beauty and civilization can deserve eternity. How about we toast to this wonderful night?"
"May the glory of Canaan last forever." Griffith sincerely raised his glass and wished.
"Ha, I'm just talking, but you still mean it from the heart," Estas said with a smile, "Then I wish the glory of Canaan will last forever. Tell me, how did a human being get here?"
"I was invited to be a guest by a friend."
"Huh? That's rare. Not many elves can invite humans as guests. As an invitee, you are not simple either."
"Thanks to my friends. I'm just a human being worth nothing."
"You are too modest, even though what you said is true," Estas shook his head, "The one who invited you is a girl, right?"
"Yes."
"Have you met her family?"
"Not yet... I have met her brother." Griffith became nervous when he mentioned this, "Maybe we will arrange to meet him tomorrow."
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"Hmph, if my daughter comes with a human boyfriend like you, I will definitely break her dog legs, and then I will tell you," Estas said to the knight with a murderous look on his face,
"I won't give you my baby girl, go to hell, you little bastard!"
"..."
Griffith was frightened. For a moment, he felt that he was facing the thunder and storm that destroyed everything, and the cells in his body were screaming for him to die quickly. His body even began to move subconsciously, wanting to find a knife to end his sinful life.
"I'm kidding, I'm kidding!" Estas hurriedly patted him on the shoulder. The overwhelming murderous aura flashed away, leaving only the smell of alcohol in his face.
The elf laughed: "Hahaha! I'm just kidding. I just want to say it once. I'm so excited! You know, the opportunity for the elf to say this is very rare. After all, our fertility rate is low. Ah, by the way, why are you tonight Not with her?"
This was very confusing. Griffith shook his head in confusion: "It's so late, why should a girl go home?"
Estas became more energetic: "Hey, young man, let me tell you, if a little wild cat wants to steal dried fish, it should seize the opportunity and paw as soon as possible.
"Back then, that human was so decisive that he actually ran away with my fiancée! I led a team of people to chase them, and we fought with that guy under cliffs and waterfalls. We both used their Noble Phantasms. In the end, it seemed like It was a tie. As a result, my fiancée took advantage of me and ran away with that human being while I was fainting. I was so angry that my world view was about to collapse!
"Of course, we were still together in the end, and I was the winner, hahahahaha! We have a pair of cute, um, a little petty but still cute children.
"Thinking about it now, although the process was a bit bumpy, it's quite interesting to look back at this experience..."
Estas was drunk after just a few drinks and was talking incoherently.
You, you are more otherworldly, I feel inferior to you. Griffith looked at the elf he had just met with admiration, thinking that if Galadia ran away with another man, he would probably turn to the dark side that day.
"By the way, as an elder, I want to teach you some life lessons," Estas said suddenly, "about girls."
"Please tell me." Griffith said without hope. He didn't think he was that open-minded. If this happened, he might as well learn how to make sacrifices to the dark side.
Estas stared at Griffith drunkenly, his eyes shining with rare wisdom, as if he wanted to see through the fog of fate and soul. He looked at it for a while and said seriously: "There is no big deal in getting along with a girl. The only thing you should pay attention to is not to let her run away. Even if you have a quarrel occasionally, you have to catch up and treat her well even if you are shameless. Damn it, they are so unreasonable sometimes, and we who are rational do not need to be on the same page with them.
"Sometimes, just one thought can change a lot."
This sounds reasonable, I have to write it down. Griffith nodded in agreement. He couldn't help but come up with the idea that if Galadia was left to sit in the room and play auto-chess, there would be no need for him to listen to the nagging of the elf who came out of nowhere.
Hey...it was supposed to be a wonderful night! Griffith held his head and rubbed it.
Estas, who had been muttering, drained the glass of wine and tipped it upside down on the table: "Okay, the rare free time is over, I have to go back to work."
"Thank you for your hard work." Griffith stood up hurriedly. Estas is probably a big shot in the elves, and the fact that he is still working hard so late deserves his respect.
"You are so polite," Estas shrugged. "Before I leave, I want to ask you a question. The girl you like is probably of noble status. How do you judge whether you are qualified to propose to her?"
Ah, this... Griffith immediately fell into confusion. He asked tentatively: "Isn't it true that I also have a noble background?"
"Of course not, it's not a cow, horse or eagle dog. It has to be a pure-blooded creature. Civilized creatures must look civilized," Estas replied, "I heard that you humans have a fortune of 100,000 silver francs. If you have With an annuity of 5,000 silver lang, you can propose marriage."
"There is a saying."
"That won't work in Canaan. You will definitely be beaten to death." Estas gestured on his neck. "It would be an insult to us to mention property."
Indeed, possessions seemed unimportant in Canaan. Griffith thought for a while and then asked: "So, follow your heart, as long as it is true love, you can do it anytime?"
"I'm afraid you're not a fool!" The elf laughed after hearing this.
Yes, I'm so stupid... Griffith thought about it seriously again, and suddenly thought of an answer: "I understand, Mr. Estas, as long as others can't kill me, you can propose, right?"
"Yes, that's the truth. What's unexpected about your brain is that you're just pretending to be a brain!" Estas smiled and patted his shoulder, "Don't look at the elves in this city who all look like models. Decent and respectable, in essence, what is the difference between them and other intelligent creatures? It is really shallow to have to be ranked third, sixth or ninth grade. After so many years, this bad idea has become more and more ingrained. If you don’t treat them If you wake them up, they won't listen to you."
"This really doesn't sound like what an elf would say." Griffith said with a smile.
"Isn't that right? I have a human friend and love rival, so it has to be a little different."
The two came to the street side by side. The pleasant evening breeze made me wake up drunk, and a different kind of melancholy filled my heart. Griffith even wanted to climb over the wall to the Praetorian Palace and find a ladder to climb to Galadia's room.
"Go and rest quickly, Quasi-Knight Griffith," Estas stretched. "You will have many things to do soon, and it will not be easy. You must rest well."
"How do you know?" Griffith asked in surprise, "'Soon', is it the time dimension of the elves?"
"No, no, it's really 'soon'," Estas waved his hand, "This is what the amazing prophecy told me."
