Chapter 14 I won't give you my baby girl, go to hell, little bastard!
It seems that there is no useful information here. The disappointed Griffith lay on the comfortable bed. He originally planned to go to the Great Library of Canaan to search for information, but the public books were so obscure, and the detailed information in the Great Library
It must also be in the ** directory.
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.
An invisible barrier as clear as the sky shrouds 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.
Could there be a magic shield covering Canaan? These pointed ears are too luxurious... With this thought, Griffith fell asleep unknowingly.
He slept very restlessly.
An extremely terrifying dream has been haunting Griffith. He seemed to be in a dark altar, with his ankles soaked in a thick liquid that looked like blood. A demon-like figure stood high above the crowd, holding up his hand.
He picked up the sharp knife and saw a young girl lying on the stone bed in front of him.
Behind the demon, there was an invisible shadow that was slowly squirming. It seemed to be extremely exhausted and dying. The demon picked up the girl in front of him and threw her in. The shadow suddenly became turbulent like being thrown into a charcoal fire.
And fiercely, it spurted out evil green light and blood-like liquid.
The believers were cheering wildly. They opened their mouths and stuck out their tongues to catch the falling blood. Their figures were originally blurry and weird, twisted and lifeless like withered and decayed old trees, until they drank the blood, they changed again.
Be moisturized.
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 scurrying footsteps coming from the walls. He jumped up from the window and listened vigilantly.
This small but clear sound is disgusting, and it is not an hallucination. It sounds like a group of rats scurrying past. Could it be that there are rats in the wall?
They must have been running back and forth behind these thick walls, making shrill noises that sounded like a commotion.
Griffith had just woken up from a nightmare. He was confused and could only use the dim light outside the window to observe the movements on the wall. After a while, the chaotic sounds gradually faded away, and he got up from the bed and lit a candlestick.
, look for the past in the direction in which the sound goes.
It was a narrow staircase, dark and hidden, and it was so deep that he didn't know where it led. When 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, "it's off limits here."
After saying that, he came over and closed the door to the stairway entrance.
It's very strange here. The hidden small doors and stairs are like secret passages, deliberately prepared for some passers-by or goods that should not be known. But who is using them? 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: "It's impossible, these walls are all solid blocks of limestone inside, unless centuries of water have eroded a tunnel for rats inside. But.
,This is impossible, I have never seen a mouse in the temple."
After 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 enter the underground except to tear down the door. As a guest, Griffith did not want to cause trouble, so he would not tear down the door. Just when he was about to leave, the rustling sound came again.
came.
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 in Canaan were running over, digging and biting at the end of the tunnel leading to the basement, running back and forth. Mysterious
The commotion was endless, and there were even faint 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 sound of the wind that gave him the illusion of night. Unfortunately, this is a goddess after all.
Although the temple is used for travelers to rest, it is also quite large in scale.
He walked along the street for a while 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 shelter of the Silver Moon and Starlight Goddess, and many dormant evil eyes were staring at him from undetectable corners.
Lived him.
Hidden beings whispered in the darkness, blending with each other to form evil and unpredictable murmurs. Griffith immediately became nervous and reached out to hold down 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. However, Silver Moon, who had always been friendly and caring to him, was still some distance away from the Starlight Queen's temple, and danger was already approaching from the darkness.
"Hey, a little human knight, what is he doing here so late?"
There was an irresistible majesty in the easy-going words. The inquirer was a black-haired male elf dressed casually. He did not wear any weapons, and was as vigorous and elegant as a cheetah. There was an irresistible sense of dignity in his casual behavior.
Good impression and cool demeanor. From the moment he appeared, the murmurs and dark shadows lingering nearby suddenly disappeared.
"Good evening," Griffith replied hurriedly, "I am Griffith Blanton, Commander of 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, no need. Griffith hurriedly refused politely. He was frightened by the buzzing basement and the murmurs and shadows that had just disappeared from the vicinity. He wanted to escape back to the room and hide under the quilt 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 could not break free, so he 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 is worth a glass of wine between men.
If it can’t be solved, then have another drink.”
I have never heard of this statement... Griffith sat in the chair uneasily, watching Estas fill himself with crystal blue liquid, and couldn't help but want to refuse, but there was something about him.
Strange attraction. It is rare for an elf to quote a human's words. Griffith thought for a while and couldn't help but ask: "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 was no trace of age on the elf's face. Maybe it happened a long time ago. Before Griffith asked the question, Estas added to himself: "You can be considered my friend for the time being, anyway.
In the end, the beauty stayed with me."
"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 is dead is dead," Estas said with a hint of regret. "He was a brave, upright guy, and his swordsmanship, well, let's admit it for the time being, is superior to mine.
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 him must be a friend of some great hero. Griffith speculated in his heart. Estas's appearance is extraordinary and his demeanor is free and easy. He is completely different from the quiet and elegant elves he saw during the day. He must be from Canaan.
upper layer.
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 has the favor and companionship of beautiful women, 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 by a friend to be a guest."
"Well? 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 noting."
"You are too modest. Although what you said is true," Estas shook his head and said, "Isn't it a girl who invited you?"
"Yes."
"Have you met her family?"
"I haven't... met her brother yet." Griffith became nervous when he mentioned this, "Maybe we can arrange to meet him tomorrow."
"Hmph, if my daughter comes with a human boyfriend like you, I will definitely break her 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. The cells in his body were screaming for him to die quickly. His body even began to move subconsciously.
He got up and wanted to find a knife to end his sinful life.
"I'm kidding, I'm kidding!" Estas hurriedly patted his shoulder. The overwhelming murderous aura flashed away, leaving only the smell of alcohol in his face.
The elf laughed: "Hahahaha! I'm just kidding, I just wanted 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 it 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. Both of us used our 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, hahahahahahaha! We have a pair of cute, um, a bit petty but still cute children.
"Thinking about it now, although the process was a bit bumpy, it's quite interesting to look back at the experience..."
Estas was drunk after just a few drinks and was talking incoherently.
You, you are more otherworldly, and I feel inferior. Griffith looked at the elf he just met with admiration, thinking that if Galadia ran away with another man, he would probably surrender to her that day.
Dark side.
"By the way, as an elder, I want to teach you some life experience," Estas said suddenly, "about girls."
"Please tell me." Griffith said without hope. He thought that he was not so open-minded. If he really encountered this kind of thing, he might as well know how to make sacrifices to the dark side.
Estas stared at Griffith in his drunken state, his eyes shining with rare wisdom, as if he wanted to see through the mist of fate and soul. He looked at it for a while and said seriously: "Getting along with girls,
It's not a big deal. The only thing you need to pay attention to is not to let her run away. Even if you occasionally have a quarrel, you have to catch up and coax her even if you are shameless. They are so unreasonable sometimes. We rational people don't have to
Get acquainted 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, he wouldn't be able to
One needs to be alone to listen to the nagging of spirits that appear out of nowhere.
Sigh... 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 on the table: "Okay, this 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 he deserves his respect for still working hard so late.
"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 possible 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, and 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."
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Indeed, property does not seem to be important in Canaan. Griffith thought for a while and then asked: "Then, 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 upon 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 it's just a brain!" Estas smiled and patted his shoulder, "Don't look at the elves in this city, all of them 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 said." Griffith said with a smile.
"Isn't that right? I have a human friend and love rival. It has to be a little different."
The two walked side by side to the street. The pleasant evening breeze woke up the drunk, and a different kind of melancholy filled his heart. Griffith even wanted to climb over the wall to the Consul's Palace and find a ladder to climb up to the palace.
Go to Radia's room.
"Go and rest quickly, Quasi-Knight Griffith," Estas stretched, "You will have many things to do soon, and it won't be easy. You have to rest well."
"How do you know?" Griffith asked in surprise, "'Soon', is it the time dimension of the elves?"
"No, no, it's really 'very fast'," Estas waved his hand, "This is what the amazing prophecy told me."