Chapter 412. My Lord, This Way Please.

In the end, between reality and dreams, Tully chose the latter.

He had given in to his dream.

Under his desperate request, Yuli showed him a handkerchief.

It was a light purple handkerchief woven from ice rock silk, with a short poem embroidered on it with white thread...

If one pitied themselves,

She would live in a nightmare for the rest of her life.

It would never end.

Although Tully had never met Yuli before, he had the honor of meeting Her Majesty the Queen in his long life.

He had seen the same handkerchief in Lucia's hand. There were some words embroidered on it, but with his status, he had no chance to see the specific content.

However, he was sure that this piece was exactly the same as the one before him.

The poem on it was a text that had made Tully cry countless times, and it couldn't be more familiar.

At this point, was there still a need for proof?

No need.

Other than Yuli herself, who else would have a handkerchief of the same style?

The noble temperament that ordinary people couldn't disguise, the handkerchief that couldn't be disguised, and the company of the high-ranking shadow servant ...

Unless it was the half-elf who had killed the giant, who else would come to this godforsaken place to play with him?

The former was able to fight against Giants and easily capture Prince Joshua under the gaze of tens of thousands of eyes ... With his ability, did he have to go in so many circles and bring the Queen here to play with her?

It was also impossible.

Therefore, Tully was very sure that one of his three greatest wishes had been fulfilled-to see miss Yuli with his own eyes.

Although, his dream was a little shattered.

He dismissed the other soldiers and took Miss Yuli and her shadow servant to the mine at the risk of his life ...

To shoot wild cannons.

..

From the outside, it looked like a mine, but after entering, one would find that there was a whole new world here.

The crisscrossing corridors were like an underground Palace built by termites. Each passage could allow an adult to stand with his arms open and his head held high. The least gap between the roads was only half. finger thick ...

On top of that, there was also the emblem of a fierce man, which symbolized the beastly elves of the Blue Moon County. One could not help but sigh at the fact that these Dark Elves always used their excessive artistic inspiration on all kinds of strange occasions.

If everything went according to plan, the aquamarine mine and the joy Castle would be considered 'refugees'- the first leveling spot for players who came to the underground legally.

Although the stone mosquitos that spawned in the aquamarine mine could be killed with a single slap, they appeared and disappeared unpredictably, and they also had two types of poison, paralyzing and petrifying, so it could be said that they were the first killers.

It was a pity that the dark Elf soldiers had gone mad from holding back their anger and slaughtered them all.

Char had been here at least a hundred times, but this time it felt completely different.

It was not because of the two strange people around her, but mainly because ...

"Miss Yuli, this way, please!

"Please be careful, yes ... First, step out your noble left foot and step on this stepping stone ground from the waste ore ...

yes, there's a trap mechanism here. Please wait for me to turn it off so that you can pass through ...

I'm definitely not looking down on you. Although it may not be able to hurt you, how can I let such a thing make you embarrassed ...

no, no, no, that's definitely not a sorry state. I, I just ...

". 'm sorry ..."

"Miss Yuli ..."

Probably ... Just like this.

Tully led the way respectfully, explaining the situation in detail, afraid that he would make " miss Yuli " unhappy.

This kind of fanatical piety was not to say that he was obsessed with the pavilion, but it was as if he was worshiping an idol like a god ...

Fanatical star chasers were probably like this.

Char felt that even if it was the pavilion's true form-even if the Queen had appeared, he would not have been so enthusiastic.

Not only that, the other soldiers who wanted to come in with him were all driven away by him.

Such a snitch's behavior made Char suspect that the system had given him a human-shaped cheating device.

After all, this was obviously a 'pocket dimension'. ..

In every instance dungeon, there would always be one or two NPCs who would guide the players.

However, the value of a guide was to avoid some risks for the players, and at the same time, it provided an excuse for the crazy system to increase the difficulty ...

There was only one mine in front of them, was there a need to do this?

Char really did not think that this mine that had been wiped out by the soldiers would spawn any elite monsters.

Despite their complaints, the information from the pavilion was crucial-prisilia had obviously found the secret passage of the prison. She might have blocked the other end, or had adopted an even more exaggerated defense. She had even put in a lot of effort into this mine that they did not need to care about at all.

Even with Char's ability to enter and exit with her eyes closed, she would have to shed a layer of skin to remove all the mechanisms that touré had removed on her own.

He could recognize each of these mechanisms when disassembled, but when put together, there were thousands of changes. This required a team of twelve or thirteen people to completely clear it.

Thinking about it this way, it was more like the system had arranged for touré to help him complete this impossible task.

It was like ... The system was helping him?

Wasn't the system neutral?

Or could it be that because the Holy Spirit recipe had broken the system's rules, there was a compensation on his side?

This seemed to be more likely.

"Here, here, please walk quickly through here."

Touré's polite words interrupted Char's guess.

Looking at this guy's eloquence and how he was trying to show off, Char was both emotional and relieved.

Perhaps, this was just fate.

He should leave the system and treat this matter as a normal person.

After all, if there was a tendency, the system would not be a system.

..

".. Miss Yuli, this is the deepest part of the mine, and also the most beautiful place here. I can help you get a ... We'll have plenty of time."

Turay stopped by a sparkling underground river and said to the pavilion.

Although the sergeant had been so fanatical all the way, he was calm and meticulous behind the scenes.

He found an excuse to take the two of them along a path full of traps, but it was completely different from the entrance of the secret passage ...

Even if Char did not know where the entrance to the secret passage was, he could tell something from touré's heartbeat and the change in his eyes when they approached and left a certain location.

He had to admit that this Sergeant was quite something.

"This place ... Not bad."

The pavilion examined the lake.

Tully heaved a sigh of relief, and at the same time, he cast Char a fawning look.

She was obviously begging him to cooperate with her work.

"Miss is already very satisfied, why aren't you leaving?"

Char chided.

"Yes, yes, I'll leave now. I won't disturb your good mood ...

Tully bowed and retreated humbly.

"One hour," Char said.

"You can come in an hour later. By then, miss and I will have already left. Remember, don't mention what happened today to anyone. Have them all sew their mouths shut ... If they don't want to die."

Touré suddenly stopped in his tracks.

A complicated expression appeared on his face. There was a mixture of surprise and disappointment, as well as a strong sense of hesitation and entanglement, as if he had fallen into some kind of battle between heaven and man.

Char's eyes narrowed.

"Is there a situation?"

"Your, Your Excellency..."

Tully could not help but take half a step back.

"Get lost!"

The cold voice was like a sharp knife, stabbing right in front of Tully's feet with a clang, the blade still vibrating.

Cold sweat trickled down from his sideburns, and Tully's body trembled uncontrollably.

He bit his lip and finally made up his mind. He raised his head against his fear.

"Your, Your Excellency ... I can waste your precious two points ... No, one minute, no, thirty seconds? I ... I have something to say. It's related to what I've seen and heard on the front line this time..."

Char had wanted to ask him to get lost, but he was stunned when he heard this.

He turned back to look at the pavilion. miss Yuli " had a strange look in her eyes, her chin slightly raised.

"Thirty seconds."

She said.

Tully felt relieved, as if he had been granted a great pardon. historical

He wiped his sweat and said quickly, "

it's like this. In fact, we encountered an unprecedented crisis this time. We saw-"

"Shut up," he said.

Char suddenly appeared behind him and covered his mouth, an invisible blade pressed against Tully's neck.

The latter did not expect the crisis to come so quickly. Just as she was about to struggle, a low voice suddenly came to her ears.

"Lowlife, be careful of the [ death curse ]."

Touré quivered, as if cold water had been poured on his head in the middle of summer, and he fell silent.

What followed was endless fear.

How could he forget about this in his nervousness and excitement?

The " spirit of the death curse " was just the official name for the dark Elf nobles. To their compatriots on the surface, it was called the " last words curse ".

That was to use any method to reveal something that was set as-keyword-writing, reading, body movements, and so on. As long as there was the thought of 'output' in the mind and the satisfaction of sharing it, the cursed person would trigger the curse and directly die.

This was the most vicious curse directed at the natives.

When Tully suddenly opened his mouth and was about to say giant, Char noticed a change in authority gathering. As mentioned before, curses were the lowest form of authority. As a spellcaster of the origin, Char was especially sensitive to things related to authority with the goddess of Mitsuya in her presence.

Realizing that he had just been saved, Tully's muscles relaxed.

"T-thank you ..."

Char let go of his hand and let him sit on the ground, gasping for air like a fish out of water.

"This is one of the reasons why we are here."

Char said.

Now that things had come to this, he should also give the other party some guidance and hope.

No matter what, a person who could risk his life to make such a request under such circumstances should not be let down.

Moreover, that was what the pavilion thought as well.

"Perhaps on some matters, we are the same."

As Lucia spoke, she looked at Char.

The latter took the opportunity to continue the conversation.

"It's like this, it's the same."

"Really?"

Like a drowning man who had found a life-saving straw, Tully said with joy, ""You ... You're here to investigate ..."

"Shut up," he said.

Char stopped him impatiently.

this is a private matter between the nobles, and the abnormality you experienced is just an insignificant by-product.

"Oh, oh ... I understand, I understand ..."

Tully shut his mouth resentfully, but he was overjoyed.

This meant that he could enjoy the ease of " sharing secrets " without saying anything.

This was not a hint. He just happened to know that " the other party also knew ", which perfectly bypassed the spirit of words.

After a pause, he arranged his words and carefully said, "

some soldiers should have been treated like heroes, but for some reason, they might have been 'killed in battle'. My original intention was that if miss Yuli lacked inspiration and material, I could let them live on paper and in the hearts of the readers, instead of letting the truth be buried ... That's all there is to it. "

After saying this, Tully immediately patted his face and touched his body to make sure he was still alive.

He heaved a sigh of relief, then stood up and left respectfully.

His footsteps were much lighter than when he entered.

"This guy probably won't dare to speak for a while,"

Char smiled and turned to look at the pavilion.

if it wasn't for this 'death curse,' he would have definitely taken the opportunity to ask you for an autograph. This guy has always been like this.

Lu Xie's eyes flickered a few times, and it was clear that she was feeling a little complicated.

He probably got a rare shock from touré.

This made her feel that what she was doing was meaningful.

There was only a small amount of positive feedback.

"Do you understand him?"

She suddenly asked.

"What's wrong? You want to test me?" Char raised an eyebrow.

how could that be? I just think that the elf's name is very interesting...

Lucia pursed his lips and smiled.

"In their language, 'Tully' means the sea. It was truly a coincidence of fate that he brought us to this place. In fact, I only subconsciously chose to pretend to be that reclusive descendant of the Holy Tree, but I didn't expect to meet her fanatical fans."

She found a stone by the pool and sat down with a smile. She tucked her hair behind her ears and her eyes fell on the sparkling water. The soft light reflected on the surface of the water coated her perfect side profile with a layer of soft outline.

"This place does seem to be suitable for shooting."

This sentence instantly destroyed the atmosphere.

Char rolled her eyes and sat down beside her.

I thought you knew him well, so you deliberately disguised yourself like this ...

At this point, he suddenly asked,"Have you ever seen the sea?"

Lucia was stunned, and then he shook his head, a flash of loneliness in his eyes.

As if she felt that she was being too timid, she quickly recovered and said sarcastically, "

"It's nothing more than a puddle with a larger storage capacity than a lake... Tell me about that guy, you seem to know him very well."

Char noticed that she was avoiding the topic, so she started talking about Tully.

"That guy... He's just an ordinary Dark Elf soldier. Throwing him into a crowd is like throwing salt into the sea. Other than having an excellent memory and being considered an artistic youth, his sense of existence is even less than his unfortunate younger brother ..."

"I didn't expect that the person who gave me so many feelings was just an ordinary person," Lucia laughed.

"Ordinary individuals often contain unknown powers... In fact, he's not ordinary either. No normal person would like the poems of that Yuli. "

Char remembered the series of copying quests that were related to Tully and that guy's unrealistic dreams.

"What happened to Tully in the past?"

"What?"

"I mean, if we didn't come here."

"Probably an ordinary death..."

"That fire, huh?" The pavilion was a little lost in thought. "It's not a bad way to die for a small fry like him."

Then, she suddenly looked at Char.

"So, when do we start?"

Char was stunned.

"What start?"

Lucia stood up, looked at him, and gently bit his lower lip, an alluring light rising in his eyes.

"What do you think?"