The night wind blew through the rooftop, bringing a chill. Shireen exhaled and rubbed her arms with her hands, trying to keep herself warm.

Beside her, the elves were chatting in low voices, sharing food and water. With the sound insulation ability of the dead leaves, they did not need to worry that the noise they made would be heard by the people below.

It was Mr. End's idea to hide on the rooftop. Although she was reluctant to admit it, Shirin also believed that this was the best choice at the moment.

It's a bit cold, but as long as you can avoid fighting, it's worth it.

The person who came up with the idea was talking in a low voice with the seagull. Because they were too far away, Shirin couldn't hear the content of the conversation clearly. But according to her observation, the relationship between the two of them was very similar to that of superiors and subordinates.

Seagull calls Mr. Ende "boss", which is a common term among sailors in the port area. When they first met, he seemed to be wearing a dockworker's vest?

It seems that before these things happened, he probably worked in the port area. Maybe he was a sailor and a porter? This may not be useful information, but it certainly doesn't hurt to know more.

An elf woman squatted next to Lai Ruiyexing, feeding her something like wheat porridge with a spoon. The half-elf girl stared blankly ahead, as if her sight penetrated the darkness in front of her.

She saw something that only she could see.

Can she hear those whispers, too? Or does everyone's awakening process differ completely?

Clarks, who was lying in the corner of the rooftop, suddenly groaned. Shireen quickly stepped forward to check, but he did not wake up.

Maybe he was having another nightmare, she thought. He would continue to relive tonight's horrific experience in nightmares for a long time to come.

Just like her.

Shirin took out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and then tested the temperature with the back of her hand.

Not worse than before, but not much better either.

"How is he?" Dead Leaf said and walked towards her. The female elf held two blankets in her hands and handed one to her.

"It's still the same, neither good nor bad." Shirin gratefully took the blanket and wrapped it around her body, "Thank you."

Dead Leaf unfolded another blanket to cover Clarks, then lowered his head and sniffed his burned hand.

"The smell is not good. We need to send him to the hospital as soon as possible."

"Can't you think of another way?"

Dead Leaf shook his head, "I just asked, and there are no doctors among the elves present. I can only treat simple knife wounds and arrow wounds, and I can't do anything about this kind of burn. He needs burn ointment and disinfectant, and he needs as much as possible

Add water."

"He refused to drink. He vomited everything he had just fed."

"Keep feeding, it will help if he can swallow a little. Look at the sweat on his head, he will become dehydrated if he continues like this."

"Then I'll try again later." I hope it will be better this time.

Dead Leaf came up to her and stared at her carefully, "What about you? How do you feel now? Are you tired?"

In fact, the effect of the radish leaf cake had just begun to weaken. Shirin had already felt that her body was getting heavier and heavier, and her sleepiness was becoming more and more difficult to resist.

"A little bit tired." She yawned involuntarily, "Okay, maybe it's more than just 'a little' tired."

"It's just after midnight, and it's still growing tonight. Do you want to find a place to lie down for a while? As long as you cover yourself with a blanket, you shouldn't catch a cold." Dead Leaf suggested.

"No, I have to guard him." Shireen shook her head, trying to fight against the sleepiness that kept coming, "No one here cares about his life or death except me."

"Don't worry, I checked just now. His life is not in danger. And I can also take care of him for you." Dead Leaf shrugged, "Since he is your friend, he is also my friend.

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Dead Leaf was always like this, saying something that touched her lightly, "Thank you, Dead Leaf," Shirin smiled, "But I still want to take care of him myself."

"Okay, if you insist." Dead Leaf unfolded his cloak and sat down next to her, "Would you like some grapes?"

"Or is it an exception?"

"Ha, of course it's an exception."

They shared a bunch of blood grapes, and Shireen realized how hungry she was at this moment. Since she was busy moving the wounded from the camp in the evening, she only ate a few slices of bread for dinner.

"After this is over, let's go see a drama performance." Dead Leaf said suddenly.

"What?"

"It's a kind of drama performed on the stage. Most of the time the actors are talking. It may sound a bit boring, but it's interesting when you watch it live."

"...I know what a drama is." Shirin paused, "I mean, this seems to be the first time you invite me to hang out, right?"

"What? Doesn't the time when I went shopping for clothes count?" Gu Ye showed a hurt expression, "Have you forgotten how many strawberries you ate?"

"It's like you didn't eat." Shireen pouted, "And the experience that day was really not a pleasant one. You threw me on the chaotic street and went to fight the witch hunters by yourself. In the end, I was naked.

It took me three streets to hire a carriage and go home."

"But you were fine in the end, huh?"

"If a sprained finger and abraded soles can be considered safe." Shirin raised her eyebrows.

"Compared to almost drowning in the water and being slapped on the face by thorns, it can really be considered safe, right?"

Shireen thought of her experience in the underground garden and couldn't help but feel scared. "Now that I think about it, it's incredible that I survived." She said softly.

"Of course it's because of your good luck." Dead Leaf smiled at her.

Just as Shireen was about to speak, Seagull suddenly appeared in front of them. He was usually smiling, but this time he lost his smile.

"Excuse me, you two, I would like to borrow this tuner."

"What happened?" Dead Leaf asked alertly.

The seagull nodded, "My warning vine found that a large number of people are approaching here, and not just from one direction... In fact, if I guessed correctly, this building will be completely surrounded in a few minutes, including the back door."

That street."

The female elf immediately stood up, ran to the edge of the rooftop in a few steps, and leaned out. She listened for a while, and then nodded to the seagull.

"They came directly here. It was very quiet along the way. They didn't even go to the apartment buildings they passed to grab anything." Dead Leaf said after returning.

"But... why?" Shireen asked.

"Their actions are very organized, and there may be someone coordinating them behind the scenes. This is very unusual. Generally speaking, people in a state of disorder and chaos are unlikely to follow someone's orders." Dead Leaf Ruoyue

He said thoughtfully, "They must be coming for us."

The Marquis of the Night, Shireen thought, could only be him. He and his decent men managed to turn the scavengers in the slums into their own men, or an army...

But how did they know that Lauri was here? Shireen looked at the half-elf who was eating wheat porridge uneasily. The girl was still staring into the night. Is that related to her ability after awakening?

The seagull was indeed right.

Not long after, four rivers composed of torches and human heads appeared in sight.

They swarmed along the street below toward the apartment building where they were located, and soon surrounded the entire building.

Most of the members of the team were civilians. They were holding simple weapons such as sticks, hammers, or pans. They seemed confused and afraid, the kind of state that would harm others.

The decent people walked back and forth around the team, sometimes poking those who seemed to be falling behind with the handles of their knives. They were like shepherd dogs driving the sheep, except that they used sharp swords instead of barking.

"Ah, there is indeed a mastermind behind the scenes." Seagull pointed in the direction opposite the door of the building.

Shireen looked over there and saw a huge creature slowly walking out of the shadows.

A man in a wide-brimmed hat rode forward on his ride. The crowd scrambled to get out of the way. This was not because he was scary in person, but because the beast he was riding looked dangerous.

It looks like a lizard, but is larger than a horse. It has muscular limbs and a thick tail. Its dark green scaly skin shines in the firelight. It twists into weird postures while crawling on the ground.

Even if a saddle is installed, it is still not very comfortable to ride on.

"This madman," Dead Leaf cursed in a low voice, "is dying."

"What is that?" Shireen asked nervously.

"In common language, it should be called a dragon lizard. This beast is a close relative of the dragon, and it is definitely not a creature that can be tamed as a pet. The dragon lizard will eat anything, including humans."

The dragon lizard stopped below the apartment building, and the rider on its back raised its head.

"I know you are hiding on the rooftop." He said, "There is no need to waste time on this, everyone."

Mr. Ende took a few steps forward and came to the edge of the rooftop. Dead Leaf made a quick gesture and lifted the soundproof barrier.

"Your Excellency, do you have any business with us?" He said in a calm tone.

"You are the leader? You look like a person who can communicate. You are fortunate enough to talk to Matthew Styron, Marquis of the Night in Fire Seal City. I solemnly promise that as long as you hand over the half-elf girl, I will show you

The kindness of the Marquis of the Night kept everyone alive alive."

"Oh, then we seem to have encountered a problem." Mr. Ende smiled gently, "Maybe you are used to giving orders and bossing around people. But this time it is really a pity. Because no matter what monster you ride,

No matter how many people we bring, it is impossible for us to hand her over."

"Impossible?" the rider snorted, "Do you think you have the right to refuse?"

"I'm not refusing, but I'm suggesting that you make a wiser choice. Maybe you managed to integrate those rabble into an army, but can you really control them? Not to mention that dragon lizard.

, I think it might swallow you up at any time, right?"

"You don't need to worry about it." The rider smiled viciously, "When we attack the rooftop, it will be able to find other things to fill its stomach. I assure you, when it comes to feeding dragon lizards,

I have developed something that can be called performance art."

"It's impossible to tame a dragon lizard," Dead Leaf whispered. "There must be a wizard under him... but judging from the stiff movements of the beast, it seems that the wizard's level is not very good."
To be continued...