"Wouldn't the monster's target be Harandil?" Griffith asked.
Galadia shook her head: "Pilotis noticed the official suspicion and tried to escape. The investigators launched a pursuit, and Melrose, whom you met once in Canaan, was personally responsible and almost captured her.
"However, she revealed her true form during the battle, an alien life form with a humanoid outline, but six sharp insect tentacle-like limbs growing behind her shoulders. Although the pursuit force had powerful manpower and equipment, they still failed to leave any trace. she.
“Since then, Pilotis has disappeared from our sight and gone into hiding.
"Canaan has been carefully investigating the truth behind it.
"At first, Melrose suspected that she was related to the belief in the dream god that was spreading in Canaan, but the knowledge about the monsters in the twisted dimension inspired him to make a more startling guess - this mysterious woman disguised as a half-elf is likely to come from us. Beyond this world is something we know very little about.
"Why is she hiding from Harandil? Where did she come from, and what are her intentions?
"Harandil, who is closely related to her, is also a focus of attention."
"Emmm..." Griffith responded, immersed in thought, "Then, how does this relate to me?"
Galadia said: “During the subsequent investigation and surveillance, Arlan’s investigators noticed that Roland showed unusual concern for Harandil.
"At that time, Roland was still developing swamps and barren mountains in Qiming County, Sebasto. When he learned about the events in Canaan through some way, he immediately got in touch with my cousin and got first-hand information. He The focus on the troll ruins beneath the Turan Marshes may have begun at that time.
"After we experienced the adventure of Belomon Ruins and the Canaan incident together, it is natural for Arran to connect you, the Troll Ruins, Roland and Harandil and pay attention to them."
She is indeed the daughter of the governor of Canaan. The intelligence clues she has are completely different from mine... Griffith admired in his heart. With the full assistance of official resources, it was only a matter of time before the connection between Roland, Hallandir and Griffith was noticed.
Galadia continued: "Roland has been very careful to maintain contact with you. Until recently, he suddenly and openly held talks with you and Harandil, which was really beyond mother's expectation. It's more reasonable. The explanation should be that Roland realized that something had reached the point where it was urgent and started to take action.
"Griffith, do you know anything about Pelotis?"
"Okay," Griffith spread his hands, "but I'm not familiar with Harandil, and this is the first time I've heard about Pelotis."
"I think you will get along with her soon. Roland is a fool who doesn't understand love, but he still has brains~" Galadia said unsatisfiedly, probably thinking of Tidwigi and Roland. "Congratulations!"
"What are you congratulating me for?" Griffith felt that there was something in his words.
"I feel that in the not-too-distant future, you will gain a new good friend~" Miss Elf glanced at him and stretched out her fingers to count them, "Besides elves, humans, trolls, and mermaids, you are also with someone. The girl who grew up with an unknown creature has become a good friend~ As expected of you!"
Griffith became anxious and jumped up from his chair, shouting without hesitation: "Aslanta and I are just acquaintances!"
He regretted saying those words. Galadia's reaction was faster than lightning:
"What——! What is that Miss Mermaid? I'll hit you!"
…
Sea of Tranquility, 7pm.
Passengers on the Typhon came to the restaurant one after another to prepare for dinner.
This is a magic-blessed fast ship with a small crew but luxurious decorations. It is specially designed to perform special tasks for important people in the elves.
Although Griffith dressed up as Miss Laura, he did not forget to wear the double swords and Judgment under his cloak. In a situation like this that may be dangerous at any time, we cannot be careless for a moment. If anyone doubted and asked, he would just ignore it or fool him.
He came to the restaurant with Galadia, and it was his habit to pull out the chairperson's chair for Miss Elf. Fortunately, the waiter on the ship had already taken action to avoid the confusing crisis.
Harandil was chatting with Alyosha across the long dining table. The two of them huddled at the far end of the dining table, talking like old acquaintances, very intimately. Griffith listened for a while, but found that the two people were talking completely in their own way, just like the shit shovel talking to the cat.
The sea breeze outside must be very cold, and the waiters have already insulated the main cabin and aisle, making it very comfortable.
Erza arrived at the restaurant on time and sat opposite Griffith and to Galadia's left. She has a slender figure, her long fiery red hair is tied into a ponytail and is swaying. She is dressed in a dark outfit made of thin material, which is very suitable for the slightly stuffy air in the cabin.
Griffith was doing nothing, and his eyes inevitably fell on the Huntress who walked into the cabin. The upright and elegant facial features and the passionate eyes are so eye-catching. The sound of his boots on the floor echoes in his heart like music.
Griffith hurriedly withdrew his gaze, focused on Miss Elf, and patted his face hard at the same time.
Not long after, another man walked into the restaurant. This is a solemn-looking elf, wearing a silver crown, gorgeous and capable clothes, but his eyes are as melancholy as if he is carrying an unbearable burden. He was Ammon the collector from Canaan.
Amon saw that there were people sitting on both sides of Galadia, so he had to come to Erza's side, bowed slightly to say hello to everyone, and then said to the huntress: "Do you mind?"
"Of course not, please sit down." Erza nodded nonchalantly.
The elf's expression was a little complicated, as if the huntress had taken his seat: "You know, I rarely interact with humans."
"Just what I wanted," Erza said with satisfaction, "I don't bite."
Amon sat down helplessly and ordered a glass of pre-dinner wine. His eyes fell on Griffith for a moment, and then moved away indifferently.
The elves are such a weird race... Griffith and he had nothing to talk about, and just ate a pudding by themselves.
As the waiters began to serve the appetizers, Melrose came in. He is the director of psychic research and head of the entourage, and is likely tasked with spying on Harandil. However, he still looked like he had taken the magic crystal terrazine mixture to his head. He was in a daze and was sitting beside Griffith. He even said "huh" and asked for a warm hug on the shoulder and a few words of praise. .
"You are Miss Laura? You are so beautiful, with this jade-like neck! I will write a short poem about this..."
Griffith kicked the chair, and Melrose, who was caught off guard, immediately rolled out with the chair.
At this time, the waiter announced the arrival of the Marquess of Kwai Mantha.
Neferti came in a hurry. She was wearing a beautiful dress for the dinner party, and she was carefully dressed up. She stood out among the sleepwalking elves, the knights disguised as women, the rambling half-elves and the meowing druids.
Accompanying her was a tall and majestic male elf. He has a handsome appearance, and the colorful silk threads and patterns on his pure white high-end robes change colors like a rainbow, giving people a very comfortable first impression. If he stood there motionless, people might mistake him for a perfect sculpture, but his eyes full of strong willpower would immediately dispel this impression.
"Good evening, distinguished guests, my friends," the elf wizard said gently, "I am the high-ranking executive Ashura Brutus."
High-ranking executive officer, this is the senior commander of the elven army, responsible for the supervision and management of the war zone, and is held by elves with high status.
Griffith looked at the elf out of professional instinct, and immediately thought that his identity was probably the superior of the executive officer of Antiha who died in the incident in June 1443, and he was also the boss of Harandir. Superior.
This is a big shot, and his status is not lower than that of Melrose and Amon. Judging from his care for the Marquis, Canaan must have put a lot of effort into inviting Neferti to accompany him.
Everyone took their seats and the dinner was about to begin. Senior executive Asura suddenly rushed before Galadia gave her speech and said:
"Please forgive my rudeness, but I have something extremely important to tell Miss Villanoy.
"I just got the news—
"Someone who was neither part of the crew nor on the guest list slipped in among us."
