The "buyer" huddled in the corner was stunned for a few seconds, and then nodded hurriedly like a chicken pecking at rice, and made a "woo-woo" sound from his gagged mouth, probably in agreement.
Cheng Lin was very satisfied, so he reached out and patted the other party's shoulder gently and said, "Very good."
He retracted his hand, probably because he had reached an initial agreement. The man's nervousness and anxiety seemed to be relieved a lot. Cheng Lin didn't bother to pay attention to him. He roughly calculated the distance and the time it would take in his mind. He estimated that he wanted to reach Wang
It would take six or seven hours at the fastest, and that's if the mutated pig beast pulling the cart doesn't slow down.
"It's impossible not to slow down. It's not a dead thing like an engine. You'll always be tired, right?"
he thought.
Considering that he still had plenty of time and there was plenty of spiritual energy nearby, he sat cross-legged in the middle of the cell and took advantage of his spare time to practice.
A lot of the white roses in the initial space have been consumed, which is why he was promoted to the third level and third level in such a short period of time. After reaching the third level, there is a stage vaguely called "peak".
The promotion from the third level to the fourth level is particularly different. According to the unwritten saying, the 1st to 3rd level is the elementary level, and the 4th to 6th level is the intermediate level.
During the classes in the Ninth Academy, many teachers said that the threshold for promotion to the third and fourth levels is extremely high, requires a lot of energy, and relies more on talent and perception. A recent example is Yang Congxian, deputy chief of the Ninth Academy.
3 Jin 4 still managed to break through in seclusion at No. 16 Spiritual Land for several weeks, which shows how difficult it is.
"My true talent is indeed not high. The most optimistic estimate is that it is better than Sun Xiao and much lower than Fu Zhongting... Being able to be among the top students in the second class now depends entirely on repeated deductions..."
Cheng Lin has a very clear understanding of this.
"I don't know when I can cross this threshold. I hope the Seed of Life can give me some surprises."
As for that seed, Cheng Lin still doesn't know much about its function.
I don't know if it's useful...
With all kinds of thoughts on his mind, he closed his eyes and began to meditate. The dark carriage fell silent for an instant.
The prison car seemed to have stopped briefly several times, each time for about a minute, before continuing to run again. What was slightly different from Cheng Lin's judgment was that the speed of the convoy was always maintained at a balanced level.
Although the mutant pig beast has a powerful battery life, it is not as good as a gasoline-burning engine.
Every time after a certain distance, when you arrive at an elven inn, you will be replaced with a new pig beast. This is somewhat similar to the ancient inn emergency reports, where you change horses but not people, so as to shorten the time.
When Cheng Lin opened his eyes again, he saw the corner of the dim prison car. The "buyer" was leaning there with his head hanging down. He seemed to be sleeping, but his sleep was obviously very shallow. When Cheng Lin moved here, he woke up.
.
"Are you awake?"
Cheng Lin looked at him, then reached into his pocket, pulled out a few biscuits and chocolates from the initial space, tore open the plastic packaging in front of him, and started eating.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu." After such a long journey, the man was obviously hungry. He hadn't felt anything when he fell asleep before. Now when he saw Cheng Lin eating, his stomach rumbled and his eyes stared pitifully.
The food in his hand, whispering.
"Want to eat?" Cheng Lin swallowed a piece of chocolate and looked at him meaningfully.
"Woo!"
Cheng Lin picked up a pack of biscuits with some embarrassment, handed it over, and then suddenly took it back helplessly: "I almost forgot, you are tied up, I don't have anything to spare, and I can't eat it for you, forget it."
"Woo!"
"Do you want me to help you untie it?" Cheng Lin asked thoughtfully.
The other party nodded quickly, but saw the familiar evil smile appear again in Cheng Lin's exposed eyes: "Do you think it's possible?"
"..."
"Young man, sleep well and stop daydreaming." Cheng Lin comforted him, and then sat cross-legged in the middle of the prison car, eating food slowly, and whispered, "I know, you must have many doubts, such as curious about me.
Identity, my origin, why should I sneak in..."
His tone was neither urgent nor slow, but it was like a hook, making the "buyer" nod his head repeatedly. Obviously, these questions really troubled him deeply. After all, Cheng Lin's behavior was really unbelievable.
In his extremely expectant eyes, Cheng Lin explained seriously: "But of course I can't tell you this."
"..."
"Do you feel uncomfortable? If you feel uncomfortable, just sleep for a while." Cheng Lin carefully cleaned up all the biscuit crumbs and said to him.
"Bang."
The buyer leaned back in the corner with despair. He understood that Cheng Lin was just bored and was using him to relieve his boredom!
Who is this?
Just when he collapsed, suddenly, the entire prison car made a "rumbling" sound, followed by a bumpy ups and downs, and then, the entire speed began to slow down, and a strange noise could be vaguely heard from outside the thick isolation cover.
.
"Woo?"
He became more energetic, not knowing why, and subconsciously looked at Cheng Lin.
However, they discovered that this mysterious man had quickly tied himself up again and was tightening a length of rope with his teeth through the mask. After doing all this, Cheng Lin looked at him and said softly: "We are here.
"
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The capital of elves.
At the gate of this prosperous city that was destroyed by "erosion" more than a hundred years ago, a group of city-defending soldiers stood solemnly, their armors shining, and the swords in their hands shining even brighter.
"stop!"
The transport team rushed along the main road, which was large enough for ten carts to go parallel. When they heard the guards' shouts, they slowed down early.
"Password!"
"Pass!"
After checking the warrant, the gate was opened, and the convoy passed through the hundreds of meters high wall of the royal capital amidst the sound of cheers.
The city wall is steep and towering, like a cliff, smooth and spectacular, and the extremely wide road under this wall is just like a path growing between the canyon and mountain crevices.
According to the historical experience of earth civilization, in such a world where the skill points are not too much in industry, it is difficult to imagine that there would be such a spectacular city wall. It is built on the World Tree and is not the same as the silent tree that supports the continent.
The dragons coexist and form a community. The entire city is hidden under the canopy of the World Tree, and some urban areas are deep inside the tree trunks.
When entering the city, the world becomes dark. In order to obtain sufficient light sources, the entire city is dotted with lamps, which are burned with the oil of the World Tree as energy. A little bit can sustain many days and nights, and the light will last forever. Put on a lampshade outside.
, it is equally bright no matter day or night. If you look at it from a distance, the whole city seems to be standing in a sea of stars.
Extremely beautiful.
Unfortunately, at this moment, this beautiful city is filled with chills.
What's even more pity is that among the casual cultivators who were tied up in the prison van, except for Cheng Lin, no one could enjoy this stunning scenery.
"Gulu gulu."
As the prison car entered the outer gate of the royal capital, its speed suddenly slowed down, and it drove along the wide street, passing by a certain building.
Through the "tentacles", Cheng Lin saw the inner city from a distance, as well as the majestic palace built at the highest point in the inner city.
"Check the warrant!"
"Inform sir!"
"Handover!"
Outside the vehicle, some short words like this were repeated continuously. No one was talking nonsense or chatting. They just used extremely fast efficiency to change the two prison cars to another team to take care of them and lead them into a group of buildings.
"Julang!"
Cheng Lin and the "buyer" clearly noticed that the car stopped, and then there were footsteps approaching. First, a small gap was opened in the cloth cover, and a ray of light came in. Then the heavy iron lock was unscrewed, and there was a crash.
The chains were torn apart, and then the door of the prison van was suddenly opened. The sparse sunlight cast through the tree canopy mixed with the ubiquitous lights, illuminating the dim prison van.
Cheng Lin and the buyer instinctively turned their heads and squinted their eyes, full of discomfort with the light.
"Come down!"
"One for each person."
"good."
After that, Cheng Lin felt like he was being roughly dragged out. He deliberately held his breath and did not resist. He tried his best to pretend not to be a threat. He opened his eyelids and glanced around hurriedly while being pushed. He was probably located in a building.
In the building complex, the specific location is unknown, and there are many soldiers holding weapons around, looking at them coldly, probably to prevent chaos.
"Count the number, there are seven, change the magic-forbidden handcuffs, take them away for a search, and then put them in separate cells and closely guard them until Priest Grace of the Sacrifice Hall will conduct an interrogation!"
said an officer.
Cheng Lin pretended not to understand, but secretly remembered the name "Grace".
"The priest of the sacrificial hall..." He sighed a little. It seemed that after he left, the sacrificial hall was finally rebuilt, and Elu was no longer the sole commander.
Maybe...it would be a good choice to use Grace as a breakthrough point.
Cheng Lin secretly calculated, and while he was thinking, he saw soldiers coming over and putting a kind of black metal shackles on his hands and feet. They were quite heavy and caught him off guard, causing his hands to jerk violently.
Shen, but the point of these shackles is obviously not the weight. As soon as they were put on his hands, Cheng Lin immediately felt that the movement of spiritual energy in his body was severely hindered.
After clenching his right hand and confirming that he could still open the initial space, Cheng Lin relaxed and allowed the other party to take him away and entered a separate room along a corridor.
Several soldiers escorted him, searched him again, and even took off his mask, jacket, and pants. Fortunately, they didn't touch his underwear, which made Cheng Lin's heart drop.
"Change into prison uniform!"
After the search was completed, a soldier thrust a tray into Cheng Lin's hand.
The meaning of this action was clear. Cheng Lin pretended to be confused for a moment, and then showed a look of "sudden realization". Then he awkwardly put on the prison uniform while handcuffed and watched by three elf soldiers.
This feeling was terrible, but thinking about the ultimate goal, Cheng Lin gritted his teeth and said to himself: Bear with it!
After changing his clothes, several soldiers escorted him out. After walking along a corridor for dozens of meters, a downward staircase appeared on the ground.
After walking down the stairs and entering the underground, Cheng Lin suddenly realized that this place was an underground prison.
The sultry heat, humidity, and the rancid smell of rotting grass blades mixed together to create a very unpleasant smell. He frowned and was escorted into a separate prison.
"Sugar."
The chain lock is closed again.
Cheng Lin stumbled into the room. In the dark and damp prison, there was only a stone bed covered with straw. Many of the straws were covered with mold. He frowned, but said nothing.
He walked over, pushed away the straw, cleared a small area of clean bed, and sat down cross-legged.
Start waiting patiently.
…
At the same time, the casual cultivator who had been bullied by Cheng Lin was also forced to change into prison uniform, but was not taken to the dungeon, but was taken directly into a cold room.
Then he was tied to a pure iron chair.
The dazzling light shone over him, and he subconsciously avoided it, and then he heard a stream of elvish language with unknown meaning.
"Sir, this is the first time. Can you really communicate with these beings from another world?" the officer asked curiously.
"It's difficult to go into details, but if it's a simple question... it's probably not impossible." Grace, wearing a lavender robe embroidered with the emblem of the sacrificial hall, walked in, clenched the wand in her hand, her handsome face
There was a determined expression on his face, and only the clammy palm of his hand holding the wand revealed his nervousness.
Stretching out his other free hand, he pulled off the cloth that blocked his mouth. Seeing the casual cultivator coughing a few times, swallowing his spit, and breathing heavily, Grace put on an amiable smile and held the wand in his hand.
Release a hazy light...
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The Elven King's Palace.
The court discussions were non-stop, and news from all directions rolled into the hall like snowflakes falling from the sky in winter.
This information includes the surveillance of the Thirteenth Division, the capture of some rogue cultivators, the exploration of the projection boundary, the so-called "end", etc. As they master more and more information, the atmosphere in the hall becomes increasingly tense.
serious.
"Obviously, our guess is correct." On the throne, the Elf King, wrapped in rich clothes, put down the latest information in his hand. He looked at the ministers in the hall and said in a low voice, "According to the information learned from the prisoners, the other party is indeed from
Another world, to be precise, is a certain country, a place... very different from our world..."
"It's a pity that there is a language barrier. Even with induction magic, we can only carry out the most basic communication, but cannot carry out complex conversations. In addition, there are obvious contradictions between different confessions. Therefore, what we understand is only
That’s the limit.”
Elf King Luojia sighed and said.
A minister stood up: "Time is still too short. As long as there is enough time, I believe we can teach the captives to learn our language, or on the contrary, when the time comes..."
"You also know that time is in a hurry? How can you have time to communicate slowly? The opponent's main force is approaching the royal capital at a fast speed! Their speed exceeds our expectations!" A battle priest sneered and said loudly, "We must react.
Got it!"
"But so rashly..."
"Can we delay it any longer? Looking at the latest intelligence, at this rate, they may enter the royal capital before dark. For safety reasons, I think we cannot delay it any longer!"
"Indeed, I think it's time to communicate with the other party. We can't wait any longer. Moreover, according to our intelligence, the main force of the other party did not carry out large-scale armed attacks along the way. Perhaps this is their goodwill.
"A civil servant came out.
"Good intentions? I'm afraid it may not be..."
In an instant, there was another quarrel in the hall.
"Quiet." The Elf King had no choice but to dissuade him. Obviously, the issue being discussed now was also a headache for Luojia. He thought for a while and looked at Ellu, who remained silent, "What do you think?"
Ai Lu stood up and saluted. The already mature girl bowed slightly and said, "Your Majesty should have the answer in mind. The Sacrificial Hall does not understand these matters, so he left first."
With that said, she was leaving.
"Where are you going?" the Elf King asked.
Ailu paused slightly and said, "I want to... go see those prisoners. Maybe I can get more information."
After saying that, she held her moon-white luxurious robe and walked out of the hall in front of everyone, stepping on the reflection of the smooth and clean floor.
The officials were not very surprised by this scene.
The entire royal court, from the royal nobles to the common people, everyone knows the temperament of the helmsman of the sacrificial hall. She has always stayed away from such things. It is precisely because of this that this person, who is responsible for saving the ethnic group,
Only a young girl can safely sit in the position of high priest for more than a hundred years.
Isn't this a kind of wisdom?
"High Priest, do you really want to see those prisoners?"
Walking out of the main hall, Ellu's personal waiter hurriedly followed and asked in a low voice.
This waiter is also a young girl, with a hint of immaturity still remaining on her youthful face. She is wearing a light green intern's robe, which means that she has not graduated from the temple, and is not yet a real priest.
, just like Ellu back then.
Facing the inquiry from this student she liked very much, Ellu stopped, and a look of affirmation appeared on her sacred, expressionless and beautiful face: "Of course, I have a strange premonition."
"Premonition?"
"Yes," Ellu nodded, her eyes seemed to contain some complicated emotions, "It's like... there's some voice calling me."
…
…
"Take it down."
Grace waved her hand, and the soldiers dragged away the casual cultivator who was tied to the iron chair. Seeing this scene, Grace picked up the quill inserted in the ink bottle placed in the upper right corner of the table, and carefully placed it in front of her
The word "six" was written on the paper.
This is the serial number.
This means that this is the sixth prisoner he has interrogated and the sixth report.
Every report written must be immediately sent to the meeting hall of the palace in the inner city.
This shows the importance of this job.
Grace knew that there were a total of five groups of colleagues working on interrogation and communication with him, and he was responsible for the seven latest people captured.
Nearly thirty prisoners have been captured so far. Unfortunately, due to the lack of effective communication methods, the information they have received so far is still pitiful.
"Sir, why don't you take a rest?"
said the soldier next to him.
Grace shook his head. He rubbed his face and dusted off his purple robe. This meant that he was a middle-level priest, which was also the middle-level power in the entire sacrificial hall. To be able to climb to this position at this age, he was extremely powerful in other halls.
Impossible, and only the sacrificial hall was almost turned into an empty shell during the war more than a hundred years ago, so he was given the opportunity to be promoted.
He cherished this very much.
"I'm fine, let's continue. There is also a No. 7, isn't there? Any valuable information we get from interrogation will have a direct impact on the royal court's decision-making!" Grace said seriously.
"Yes." The soldier said with admiration, and then walked out to take the people.
After Grace said these words righteously and solemnly, she looked calm on the surface, but she was laughing at herself in her heart.
Yes, interrogation work is naturally very important.
But looking at the pitiful gains in the reports he submitted, he didn't think they were of much value.
Communicate!Communicate!
The lack of effective communication methods made the entire interrogation work almost like guessing, which made him frustrated.
"Moreover, by this time, the Royal Court should have made a decision. If I continue to interrogate... it won't be of any use... What's more, there is no way to communicate..."
Thinking of this, Grace heard the clatter of shackles at the door. He immediately sat up straight, pretended to be serious and sinister, and adjusted the direction of the light.
Then, the last person to be interrogated was pressed onto a metal chair.
However, what surprised Grace was that the person under trial was unexpectedly calm, unlike the previous ones who either shouted, cried, or panicked... this kind of reaction
The figure was frighteningly calm.
It's not like he was scared out of his wits.
Grace clearly saw that the other party's eyes were clear and calm, with a hint of curiosity and a feeling that made him feel uncomfortable all over. The way the other party looked at her was like...as if he were looking at a junior!
Damn it!
How is it possible?
He was probably too tired and hallucinating.
Grace comforted himself, he coughed, with a sullen face, he picked up the quill pen in his right hand and sucked up enough ink, and then wrote a serial number seven on the form in front of him.
At the same time, he subconsciously thought: "You are...number seven."
This was said casually, but the next moment, Grace, who was writing the report with her head down, suddenly heard a faint voice:
"My name is not No. 7."
Grace, who had his head lowered, was stunned for a moment, thinking it was an auditory hallucination, but the next moment he suddenly realized something was wrong. The quill in his hand made a "click" sound, and the tip of the pen was broken by him, and dark blue ink sprayed out.
When I came out, ink marks appeared on the dyed report paper.
But he had no time to care. He just raised his head suddenly, stared blankly at the prisoner in front of him, and stammered: "Just... was you talking?!"
Cheng Lin twisted his body to make himself more comfortable in the iron chair. When he heard Grace's question, he nodded matter-of-factly and said slowly in pure Elvish language: "Of course.
It’s just you and me in this room, if not me, who else could it be?”
"Boom!"
The next moment, Cheng Lin saw that in the dazzling light and shadow, the handsome elf in purple mid-level priest robes suddenly fell backwards. He was so frightened that he fell off the chair. The tilted chair hit the guardrail.
It made a deep roar.
Grace was panicked, with shock written all over her face. He pointed at Cheng Lin and stammered: "You...you...why..."
Cheng Lin shrugged helplessly, with a smile as gentle as possible on his face: "This topic may not be clear for a while, but anyway... you are the priest of the sacrificial hall, right? Well, I want to see Ai Lu
, you know her, right?"
"You...know...the great priest?"
"Well, is she still alive?"
Grace nodded subconsciously.
Then, in the silent and cold interrogation room, the panicked interrogator Grace fell to the ground and heard the prisoner seem to breathe a sigh of relief, and then asked in a very nostalgic tone: "That girl, are you okay?