Griffith's mind went blank, as if he was facing an inevitable doomsday that he could not resist.
The elf lady was talking to herself. After finishing speaking, she was full of confidence and looked at the prospective knight expectantly. She seemed to be waiting for praise, with a happy expression on her face saying "I am worthy of being the one who came up with such a good idea."
.
However, soon, the confidence on her face turned into surprise, and even a little pale.
"Griffith, what's wrong with you?" Her voice was stammered, even a little scared, and she had some bad premonitions.
"Sonia and I have already concluded a soul contract, that is, when we were besieged in the Whispering Forest." Griffith didn't know how to face the girl's expectant gaze.
Every word carried a heavy weight, and the unbearable guilt and helplessness that seemed like betrayal made him extremely uncomfortable.
"Soul, contract?" Galadia's bright eyes almost lost color in an instant. She slowly raised her hand to cover her mouth, her body trembled slightly, and she could hardly stand, "It's the kind of person who needs a contract.
What God is watching?”
"yes."
"Through direct physical contact, can we supplement each other's spiritual energy?"
"Well, yes, for one thing. Not everything."
Galadia bit her lip and lost her voice. The garden was so silent at night that even the nightingale covered her mouth and hid, not daring to utter a single syllable.
The sacred and gentle breath of the distant existence that was just gazing at this place and preparing to give beautiful blessings has quietly left.
Griffith watched the girl's expression change. First she was shocked and helpless, then flashed through anger, unwillingness and anxiety, and finally settled on a helpless look about to cry.
"You guys, you are going too far, you big liar!" Tears welled up in Galadia's eyes, "It's okay to make a contract behind my back, but it's still such a shameless contract."
"..." Griffith understood that something was wrong, but he didn't know how to explain it.
"It's me, I'm obviously the one who came first... Whether we go on adventures together, or have a mutual understanding, it's obviously me who comes first.
"That's too much. Do you know how difficult it is for you to come to Canaan!
"I spent a whole day preparing for the ceremony and praying to the gods for favor and protection. The Queen of Silver Moon and Starlight are watching us! But you never told me.
"What else have you done? How many things are you hiding from me?"
Galardi's voice was already crying. The development of the situation was completely beyond Griffith's understanding.
"You still think the chocolate I made is not delicious. I made it more than a dozen times before it took shape..."
Miss Elf suddenly started to settle old scores. She complained and blamed at first, then sobbed, and in the blink of an eye she was crying. Griffith's mind went blank, and he watched the girl turn around and run away.
"..."
Griffith was completely confused and stood there blankly, not knowing what to do.
"Minos thinks you should catch up," Bone Ring, who had always been silent, suddenly said in the awkward silence, "although this has nothing to do with evolving to a more advanced life form."
Ah, you rotten bone has been eavesdropping! Griffith was shocked, but he had no time to care about it.
"What should I say to her?"
"Why say anything?" asked Minos. "The living being did not seek an explanation."
…
Ah, what have I done? I spent a lot of time praying for the goddess's attention, and got her response. I quietly arranged the ceremony and pavilion myself. Just like that, Sonia got the better of me. I didn't know it yet.
It's so shameful. Shouldn't Griffith be the one who took the initiative in doing this?!
I took such initiative and failed. Your Majesty must not be able to stand it any longer. Please give me divine punishment!
Galadia was so ashamed that she even wanted to jump into the lake several times. She ran out of the garden in a daze, crossed the streets of the city, and walked aimlessly by a bridge.
There were not many pedestrians on the long street at night, so she couldn't help but slow down her pace. She walked a few steps alone and then looked back at the empty street.
He didn't even come after me! This big piece of wood didn't even come after me! I'm going to deduct all his points! Galadia was so angry that she slapped the crystal-hanging street lamp with shame and urgency.
Kicked.
"DUANG!"
The elves who passed by were startled and stayed away.
Suddenly, she saw a figure appearing at the end of the street. Griffith was running towards this side, running out of breath. The elf's footsteps were light and agile, and it was not something he could catch up with in a short time.
I have lost track of him several times in a short period of time.
this……
Galadia looked at Griffith, who was chasing him from a distance. Her mood became less bad, but she was still sad and angry. She sat dejectedly on the edge of the bridge and looked at the gurgling stream below.
Huh? There seemed to be someone's shadow shaking there, in the shadow under the bridge. She couldn't help but poke her head out curiously.
"Garadia." Griffith had already caught up and shouted to stop her.
The girl's face was full of tears, and she looked at him with aggrieved look. At this moment, an elf in a burqa quietly walked past her and gave her a push.
Galadia was unprepared. Her hand slipped and she fell down the bridge. Griffith was shocked and rushed over. The mysterious man quickly disappeared into the shadows of the streets and disappeared without a trace.
The attacker? Griffith was nervous for a while. He had no time to pursue him, so he hurried to the guardrail and jumped down.
…
"Why are you coming down?" The elf looked at the high guardrail with an unhappy expression, "Where will we go up after you come down?"
Although the place is not high enough to injure two people, it is not high enough to jump up to with bare hands.
"I'll use ice to build a ladder, wait a moment." This little thing didn't bother Griffith, who was eager to make up for it. He ran the runes and constructed several steps beside the wall.
"Don't worry about it!" Galadia said harshly to him, turned around and left.
Griffith immediately stopped the construction of the ice steps and hurriedly chased after them. The two turned a corner and walked into a large, dark hole.
There were no lights here, there were no smooth tiles on the ground, and there was a faint stench coming from it. Galadia was obviously stunned for a moment. Before Griffith could speak, she gritted her teeth and continued walking inside.
Got in.
Not far away, the surroundings suddenly became brighter.
There is a huge sewer here, with flat stone platforms and passages sandwiching slow water flow from both sides, like an underground river. Many blurry shadows move in the dim light not far ahead,
The further you go, the wider the space becomes, the water flow even extends and intersects like a spider web, and the moving figures around you become denser.
There is a faint stench in the air that makes people uncomfortable, but people gather here without any care, just like a market. There are even small boats rowing in the intertwined waterways, taking guests to different pipes and platforms.
They spread blankets and cardboard on the dry ground and simply surrounded a small, semi-open space. They stayed in small groups, sharing tea, talking in low voices, or reading and eating with the faint light leaking from the gaps above their heads.
These people are mainly human women, with haggard faces and extremely pale faces due to lack of light. Many of them are even wearing old maid costumes. They are completely invisible in the streets and palaces on the ground, just like cockroaches in the kitchen.
Gathering in dark corners, occupying the underground world.
Didn't it mean that elves have strict restrictions on the entry of humans? Why are there so many humans here? They were not found here... Griffith was wary, and he felt a strange whisper and eyes watching him.
.In addition, there are faint fluctuations of magic power in the stone cracks above the head.
The water currents and roads here were winding and winding. After a while, he was completely lost. He only knew that in every corner, there were weak and decadent human women dressed as maids.
Galadia was wearing a beautiful evening dress, with a charming waistline and a short skirt that swayed with her footsteps. In the dim light, the crystal crystals and pendants on the dress were like stars in the night sky, outlining a beautiful scene.
curve.
She had never seen such a scene before, and she was a little scared and walked uneasily past the human maids. They also looked up at her.
Many old maids opened their mouths to reveal yellowed teeth, and looked at the beautiful elves with cloudy eyes. Some even couldn't help but stretched out their hands towards the gorgeous dresses.
"ah!"
Galadia called out softly, and an old woman touched her smooth thigh.
"How delicate, how soft and elastic," the old woman murmured to herself, like an evil curse. "Lord Alosas always praises my skin for being delicate, soft, like warm jade.
"
Galadia was frightened and couldn't help but take two steps back. But the nearby maids had already stood up and gathered together. Their footsteps were thin and messy. When they stood up, the linen and paper covering them fell to the ground, making a loud noise.
A rustling sound.
They whispered in indescribably hoarse, dry voices:
"Look how beautiful she is."
"My mistress is no less beautiful than her."
"No, my master is the most beautiful."
Many old hands stretched out to Galadia, touching her slender waist, shoulders and hair. Galadia had never encountered such a scene, and hurriedly opened their hands to escape from the crowd.
But the dense crowd was like cockroaches attracted to candy bars or a swarm of rats in a barn, densely gathering to surround her. Several hands even began to knead her body restlessly.
Their words carried a strange echo and aura. Countless old hands were like the branches of a dead tree, covered with lumps and deformities, many even without nails, casting tentacle-like twisted black shadows on the wall, swarming towards them.
"Don't touch me!" Galadia shouted in shock.
But this cute cry alerted more old maids. They left their cardboard boxes and gathered around, looking at her with blurred eyes.
"Why is she here?"
"Maybe she is lost. I want to bring her to the master and let her serve the master with me and my sister."
"The master will be happy."
"The master will be happy."
"Master will reward me!"
Galadia was surrounded by layers of murmurs. With her strength, there was no doubt that she could escape easily, but she didn't want to attack the maids at first, and by the time she reacted, she was already surrounded by them.
The murmurs of countless mortals were like an inescapable spider web. Her keen inspiration touched more ominous and chaotic thoughts, and she gradually fell into dizziness. The dim light projected indescribable tentacles and petals on the stone wall of the sewer.
The slowly opening shadow is like an open mouthparts looking for fresh prey.
"Disperse!" An angry shout disturbed the dark sewer.
"Disperse, or we will disperse you." Griffith walked over quickly. His whole body was wrapped in blood, and his boots made a roar on the ground.
Fury, blood and murderous intent materialized behind him, showing the illusion of a raging armored knight. He was not holding a weapon, but his fierce momentum was like three thousand sharp knives being thrown from the sky.
The shadows in the darkness were disturbed by him, and twitched like screams, then fled in panic amidst the tapping of boots.
"Oh my god, it's Sir Knight."
"The knight is here, run!"
"Master Knight, please keep my sister, she is only eight years old!"
"I was wrong, I was wrong, I won't dare to do it again."
The old maids dispersed in a hurry. They were terrified, as if they had seen a monster crawling out of the abyss. Many of them were unable to move due to fear, lying on the ground and desperately begging for mercy. A stench spread under their skirts.
"Garadia, come with me." Griffith grabbed the girl's hand and pulled her forward.
Her mind was confused and her hands were extremely cold, even colder than when they were both washed away by the flood. She almost lost her body temperature. Griffith took her two steps and the elf's breath calmed down slightly.