On June 20, Harandil arrived in Canaan on the third day. In order to continue his investigation mission, he and Pilotis headed to the command center of the front line troops. Antiha was once a member of the place, and a large number of elves served as the frontier commander.

When Canaan's half-elves guarded the border forests and valleys, the elves with respectful status conducted remote commands through magical equipment in distant cities, dispatched human auxiliary soldiers to transport supplies to them, and withdrew the wounded.

Half-elf soldiers are living bows and arrows, battle blades that can be polished by themselves, and chess pieces that can be operated according to the instructions of the elves. After serving for a certain period of time, survivors can obtain limited citizenship and go to the city of Canaan to engage in various jobs. However, the war with orcs and trolls is extremely dangerous. Many half-elfs who were lucky enough to not die in battle also went crazy after years of suffering and became dangerous monsters that threatened the peace of the city.

The elves' life is very comfortable. They work very close to their homes and can rest in shifts when they are in a hurry to fight, without being tortured by death and war injuries. The elves' executives have great authority. Whether it is fighting on the front line or hunting mutated monsters in the rear, they will uniformly dispatch troops and supplies.

Canaan is like a pyramid, with a limited number of elves holding the mysterious origin, located at the top of order. Tens of thousands of half-elves maintain the operation of order. Below them, there are countless human servants who appear in supply lines, farms, kitchens and sewers.

Before coming here, Halandil imagined the scene of the command center - the air was filled with the fragrance of flowers, the fresh and cool room was playing music, and the happy commanders hummed a small moan to gather troops to clean up.

The actual scene is a little different.

This is a huge building with towering domes and a command room like a honeycomb. Each command room is an independent room, and outsiders are not allowed to enter and exit, but the open doors from time to time allow people to see the crystal mirror that occupies the entire wall, projecting the movement trajectory of the front line troops and the live scene of the magic collection. In each room, one or two elves who serve as front line executives lean in their seats, slide the mirror, dictate the commands, and stop from time to time to return to the hall to rest.

Here they manage the security of Canaan's border and urban areas.

At this time, the sun had just risen, and the warm morning light passed through the crystal glass and sprinkled into the hall, covering a beautiful halo. There was a faint fragrance floating on the corridors and lounges. There was a pool of calm blue waves like a mirror under the dome of the hall, and there was a pomegranate tree with lush branches and leaves in the water, like a canopy hanging with bright red fruits hanging on the branches and leaves.

Halandil was deeply attracted. He looked carefully and found that there was actually a piece of land in the blue waves, and the pomegranate tree was planted on it. However, the horticulturalist's composition was extremely clever, giving people the feeling that the tree of life rose out of thin air in the empty and ethereal world.

The first feeling this pomegranate tree in the water gives people is not only beauty and vitality, but also some indescribable imagination, which may have a mysterious connection with the totems of ancient times.

There was a lawn in Bibobang, and silver trays were arranged on tables, chairs and stools, pomegranate fruits, pudding, small cakes and fruit tea were used at will. Halandier took a small cake and ate it. The taste was amazing, which made him regret that he had eaten too much breakfast.

However, the elves who come and go have no interest in this comfortable scenery and snacks, and even pass by, they will deliberately turn their eyes and not look at the fruit trees in the water.

They were all listless. When they left the command room to rest, they just sat on the lounge chair and slowly drank with expressionless faces. When Halandil and the others walked past, several elves showed obvious disgust, and some even had a big reaction, and they became manic as if they were stepped on their tails.

"Get out."

"The Fallen is here to pollute us!"

The sudden curse made Halandil stunned for a moment. But the investigator lady beside her pulled his sleeve and walked in for a while.

"That's what the elves are," Pilottis said softly, "they don't have to fight on the dangerous frontlines, and they can also be promoted quickly because of their military achievements. In their eyes, the difference between us half-elves and them must be greater than that between humans and dogs."

"Why..." Halandir shook his head, "Why are you so excited?"

The investigator was silent for a while and spread his hands:

“Only,

"All the gifts of fate have been secretly bid for the price."

The two came to a command room. A tall male elf was waiting for them. His handsome face, the colorful silk threads and patterns decorated on his white high-level robe changed colors like a rainbow, giving people a rare impression of relaxation and pleasure. He stood there motionless, and at first glance he thought it was a wax figure, but his eyes full of strong willpower immediately dispelled this impression.

"Good morning, investigator, the children seem to have welcomed you," the elf wizard looked at the two half elves one by one, and a gentle smile flashed in his beautiful eyes. "I am the senior executive Ashura. I have received a notice from Melros, who hopes that I will facilitate your investigation."

The senior executive, well, that is the superior of the front-line executive Antiha, who is responsible for the supervision and management of the war zone, and is served by the elves with high status.

Harandil and Miss Investigator both lifted their spirits. They saw the elf wizard's neckline with the star-moon emblem blooming like a flower stamen. This is a magical ornament that only the extraordinary people in Sequence 6 have, and is a symbol of status and power.

"Please don't take their words to heart. It's a terrible experience to lose subordinates in battle for any emotional elves. Don't mention listening to their whispers before their sacrifice," the extraordinary elves wizard looked gentle, as if he was talking to an equal friend. "Antiha was not the only one who suffered misfortune."

"Hello, noble and wise Lord Ashurah," Pilotis saluted him, "the colleagues of the Bureau of Investigation should have disturbed you, but according to the procedures, we need to know some of the situation from you and the Executive Officers."

Ashura nodded: "Okay, no problem, Samuel comes and goes in a hurry, as if clues will slip away from his fingers at any time. Not only your Investigation Bureau, the judges of Silver Moon and the Goddess of the Starlight, and the Intelligence Bureau of the Government have sent people here, and they are all very anxious, just as the eternal glorious Canaan will be extinguished tomorrow.

"If you want to tell me, it is better to take one step at a time. In this world full of unknowns, no matter how fast you are, there are faster than you, and no matter how slow you are, there are slower than you."

While talking to himself, he took the two of them a few steps and opened the door to the command room. Halandil looked inside and found that Alyosha, who had just met, was curled up in the backrest chair and dozed off.

Hearing the movement, she rubbed her eyes, saw the chief and the investigator, jumped up "swoosh", and explained with joy:

"Meow is not lazy, Meow is thinking!"

No one asked you about this... Halandir held back his laughter and nodded to the little girl.

Pilottis stared at the little girl who was obviously not yet adult. Alyosha felt guilty when she was seen and actually took a step back.

"This is Alyosha, our intern. Now there are fewer and fewer young people willing to be front-line executives," Chief Ashra asked with a smile. "Where is the intern executive of Aleya? If I'm not mistaken, this should be her duty room."

...

According to Miss Druid, Aleya, who had been a colleague with Antiha for a while, had her own ideas about the case. This morning, she contacted Alexa and said she had found some clues—some half-elves seemed to be holding some mysterious ritual.

Since there was no more evidence to reason, the previous round of visits by the Bureau of Investigation did not make Miss Aleya feel that her guess was taken seriously. The intern executive decided to conduct an in-study search and go to the semi-elves ceremony to check the situation.

"This is not what I want to hear..." Ashura pressed his forehead, "How long has she been going?"

"One hour~probably two hours~"

After hearing the intern's words, the senior executive immediately called a few subordinates: "Immediately find out the whereabouts of the intern executive of Aleya, and mobilize a team of military police for me. Where is the Extraordinary Quick Response Team?"

He then turned to Pilotis and Halandil: "Rashly going deep into the mysterious world is an extremely dangerous activity, you can act with me. I hope it's just that I overreact."

After saying that, he turned around and left, and the half-elf and sleepy Alyosha hurriedly followed behind him.

They came to the exit, and the armed carriages and neatly dressed knights were waiting there. Under the command of the senior executive, the Canaan official's reaction was amazingly fast, and a unit composed entirely of elves, knights, rangers, and priests had gathered. Everyone boarded the carriage and ran towards the suburbs like the wind.

Along the way, half-elf rangers and gendarmes joined their team. Halandir and the senior executives shared a carriage. Sitting face to face with such a big man made everyone feel embarrassed, and I wonder if I should say something.

After a while, Pilottis couldn't help but ask, "Sir, have Miss Aleya told you what did you say?"

The extraordinary wizard Ashura leaned on the back of the chair and looked out the window, looking like he didn't hear the investigator's words. Just as everyone was about to look down at his toes, he suddenly spoke:

"I forgot when it was, and it's very likely that I was just a fantasy of a newly-employed girl who was overly nervous about the new environment or was eager to express herself. After all, the confusion between the words and the broken evidence made it difficult to connect them.

"I hope Miss Aleya's adventure today is just a small adventure of a young girl's false alarm. The troops we convened in great battles will eventually get nothing and go back for lunch with curses.

"We are in a quiet island of ignorance, located in the middle of the dark and boundless sea, and are not destined to sail far away to find out.

"The mystery is discovered by us and is extending every moment. Although many have not caused harm to us yet, one day, seemingly unrelated knowledge will entangle each other, revealing the horrifying truth and pointing out where we are in this terrible situation. Who knows what is hidden under the waves of darkness?"

Ashura moved back to his sight from the window. At this moment, a smile still hangs on his face, but it gives people a feeling that he is smiling, just because he can't find a more suitable expression. The elf's big figure stares into Halandil's eyes:
Chapter completed!