Ringer and others searched around the valley where the Cloud Whale landed. As expected, they found nothing. Not only did they not find the vampire, they didn't even see any other aliens. They returned in despair.
The young man decided to look for it tomorrow. If he still couldn't find it, he would have no choice but to enter the virtual root swamp. However, he didn't know much about the situation inside the swamp, nor did he know how far the power of Silver Moon had penetrated.
Therefore, even if you want to go into the swamp to search, it will probably only be in the periphery and will not enter areas where alien activities are more frequent.
It was already late at night when they returned to Sky Island. As the temperature began to drop, a hazy mist gradually appeared around the valley. The shadows of the branches and leaves of the trees were like deformed monsters in the mist, with teeth and claws. Moving upward, you could see something through the mist.
The silver waning moon hung on the dark night. When the moonlight penetrated the forest fog, it gave people the feeling of being deep in a dead mine. A huge industrial searchlight suddenly cast a beam of light, illuminating all the reddish-brown rocks and
The dark soil is both dazzling and unusually bright.
It is said that on this peninsula, which is always shrouded in mist and misty raindrops, the moonlight has a unique meaning. Passionate poets and novelists likened it to "the comfort given by a mother to her child." Scientists believe that the special astronomical environment causes projection
The moonlight on the peninsula will never look dull. Occultists claim that this "gentle and rational" moonlight can neutralize the violence and anger factors flowing in the bodies of Motosh people, making them gentle and peaceful in a short period of time.
.In addition, an enduring rumor is that under the illumination of the moonlight, people will awaken their memories of ancient times, and then transform into the posture they had when they were born from the placenta of the gods.
For example, the Trueg people let out a long wolf howl under the pale moonlight, obtained the claws and teeth of the wolf, and covered their bodies with black and gray hair, transforming into wild, bloodthirsty and passionate werewolves; in contrast, the Ai people
A stranger will stand in the blood-red moonlight, and the strange color in his eyes will fade away, and he will gain a charming poppy-like pupil, grow the fangs and wings of a bat, and from then on become a noble, arrogant and ruthless vampire, soaring
Under the night of the mountains.
When werewolves collide with vampires, they will start fighting to compete for the favor of the moon. Both sides will fight to the death. Only one can survive, while the other will melt into the melancholy moonlight and become its nourishment. A farmer once witnessed it with his own eyes.
A lone wolf in the wild and a bat in the sky confront each other, waiting for the opportunity to kill each other.
In this way, the grudges between werewolves and vampires existed a long time ago and continue to this day. In comparison, the other three alien races of Metosh: the golden-maned lions, harpies and capers,
There is not much of a contradiction. This is due to the fact that the Scycilia Peninsula, where the Valenhild family's influence radiates, is too close to the Elfland area, the capital of the Neoesu family's influence, and the two sides compete for territory.
Out of hatred?
If this is the case, why do they continue to fight when humans have replaced aliens to rule Motosh and both sides have lost their territory? For this reason, it is really understandable that they can even ignore the survival of their family and race.
Ringer looked at the dense fonts on the notes and fell into silence.
These are records he copied based on the boss's wife's narration or what he read in books. They involve the legend of the founding of the country, the history of the five major families, and even some anecdotes about aliens from the countryside. He tries to learn from them.
I searched for clues to explain the current mystery, but unfortunately I found nothing.
His intuition told him that the ongoing battle between werewolves and vampires was the key to unlocking the mystery. However, it was neither a power struggle nor a turf war. The hatred between the two families seemed to come out of nowhere and without any warning.
Could anyone be like Alice who made the game and set it from the beginning that werewolves and vampires must be mortal enemies? This is too ridiculous.
After eliminating all wrong answers, the young man turned his thoughts towards the most unlikely clue: the boss's wife once mentioned that the aliens of Mortosh secretly rumored that the Valenhild family and the Neo Essu family
The conflict between them stems from the fight for a certain treasure. One of the leaders of the Silver Moon, Wolfgang, Gundaruf's brother, even died together with a blood count.
If this is not nonsense, then what kind of treasure is worth fighting for at all costs?
A rare magic potion formula? But werewolves and vampires are both aliens who use blood magic. They do not need to take magic potions and follow the human sequence system; a powerful holy relic? How powerful can it be to make both parties so thirsty, let alone how can the union of religious orders be possible?
How about allowing dangerous holy relics to fall into the hands of aliens?
In this way, the positioning of this treasure should be very unique. Although it drives both races into madness, it is something that the United Order disdains... It is unimaginable.
Ringer thought about it for a long time but still didn't come to a conclusion. He gently stroked the white paper with his fingertips. The rough touch seemed to be able to feel the texture of the wood. He was about to pack his things and go to bed when suddenly there was a clang in the corridor.
The knock on the door.
"Who?" Ringer asked.
"Me." The person outside the door replied.
The young man was a little surprised, because wasn't this voice the same as Meridian? He walked over and opened the door, and sure enough he saw a little pink-haired girl standing in the corridor. She seemed to have just left the laboratory, and she still had a faint aroma of herbs. "What do you want from me, Metien?" Linge turned aside to let his sister enter the room, and asked at the same time: "It's already very late, you should go to bed."
"Well! I'll go back to sleep right away! But -" Metien blinked: "Before that, I have a question to ask you, Ringer."
"What's the problem?" Ringer was not surprised. He thought it was a grammatical problem. After all, there were many obscure places in the medical books that the little girl read every day, and it was difficult for her to understand them at her age.
"That's right!" Medien lowered his voice, as if he was afraid of being heard: "Didn't you and Sister Alice have a quarrel just now?"
"Quarrel?"
Ringer was startled, and then realized that she was probably referring to the conversation between herself and Alice at the dinner table. In fact, the young man himself seemed to think it was just a small dispute, but in Metien's eyes, it was like a quarrel.
No., I am still worried about this.
He shook his head and said: "There was no quarrel, Metien, we just... had different opinions."
"Different opinions?"
"That's right." Ringer closed the note and said, "I want Alice to keep the cassette in case she needs it in case of emergency, but Alice wants to dominate her creativity by her own will rather than being restricted by rules and regulations.
restrictions, so I rejected my proposal. Such disagreements are common, Metien, and you will definitely encounter them in the future. At that time, you must remember that in the face of disagreements, you do not necessarily have to agree on the same opinion, but no matter what,
, respecting each other’s ideas, this is the most basic principle in communication between people..."
As he spoke, his voice gradually dropped, and somehow, the expression on Alice's face when she said angrily "Why?" appeared in front of his eyes.
"Linge?" Metien asked in confusion when he saw that he didn't speak.
"Nothing."
The young man shook his head and changed his words: "Actually, I did make something wrong. After all, the game console and the cassette are Alice's things. I am not their owner, so naturally I have no right to object to their usage; besides, although Alice
She is usually a little unreliable, but the games she made are always useful, proving that her ability is not as bad as I thought. Letting her play freely is better than being guided by a layman like me, so...
…”
He explained to Metien, but somehow it felt more like he was talking to himself, convincing himself, while the pink-haired girl was just a blinking spectator.
At the end of the sentence, he suddenly lowered his head and looked at his sister: "Are you going to find Alice later, Metien?"
The pink-haired little girl was startled: "How did you know!?"
Because I am your brother.
Ringer ignored the question and said, "Then, please help me apologize to Alice."
"Eh? Ah, this is okay, but -" Medien looked at his brother with suspicion: "Since you want to apologize, why don't you go by yourself, Ringer?"
Ringer's expression remained unchanged: "Because I'm going to sleep."
"It doesn't take long to apologize."
"You can't just enter a girl's room."
"It doesn't matter what Sister Alice said, right?"
Seeing that his sister was so difficult to deal with, Ringer changed to a more credible excuse: "I don't want her to be too arrogant."
"But if you don't go in person, Sister Alice will say that you are extremely arrogant?"
"Then let her speak."
Ringer looked very so-called, and had long since learned to automatically filter out certain words from the golden-haired maid. But Medien looked at his expression and suddenly asked tentatively: "Because you are?"
"..."
A minute later, the door to the room was closed, and the pink-haired little girl stood in the corridor and sighed.