Don't want to... or can't?

With Tess's acumen, she would have asked the question - in some subtler way that would make it impossible to refuse the answer.

But she didn't, she just giggled when the man waved his hand exaggeratedly and said to her, "You have discovered its charm, haven't you? If you stay a little longer, you will be completely fascinated by it."

Pour the wine from the glass into your mouth.

Yisi's pupils shrank slightly, and he instinctively wanted to stop him, but in the end he didn't take action.

It shouldn't matter...the real danger isn't the drink.

He looked at his other companions. Novi could not drink, so he just sat there quietly, listening to the tireless singing of the elves on the stage.

Amphet has already changed a song. It is a very ancient elf poem, telling how a group of elves went to the cold northland and built a great city there. They called it Miaz-Wei.

Si...the light of the far north.

It is particularly appropriate for the elf to sing this poem with his slightly hoarse voice. As a descendant of that group of elves, Novi has obviously been completely immersed in the singing. He has no idea why Amphit can sing this poem, which has been lost.

There is no doubt about the song of the year.

A little further away from them, Terry was sitting at a square table at some point, gesticulating with a guy who looked a lot like a tree man, and having an enthusiastic exchange about the cultivation of a certain plant.

A cold smile spread from the corners of Yis's slightly raised lips.

"Stay a little longer and you will be completely fascinated by it."

He turned his attention to the "man" behind the counter - of all the things he said, this was probably the only one that was true.

The man seemed oblivious and still enthusiastically introduced all the wonderful things about this city to Tess. There were actually many loopholes in his words. An ordinary Tess would never have been deceived even if she was drunk.

, but she was just smiling silly at the moment, like a five-year-old girl.

No, Tess Shepard wasn't this gullible not until she was five years old.

The man's expression was more exaggerated than vivid. If you look carefully, his eyes hardly move.

But, of course, he cannot use the standards of the "intelligent races" in the world he is familiar with to judge races from another world. After all, some of them seem to have no eyes at all, and some don't even know where their "faces" are.

.

Is placed his hand on the table and stared straight at the man. He could use the simplest and crudest method to prove his guess...but the slightly rough wood texture under his fingertips was so real.

This was the first "living" star discovered by the Unicorn, and he knew how much they had longed for it.

Although it's a bit stupid...but he doesn't want that kind of longing to be shattered.

"Have you ever seen... outsiders like us?" He spoke abruptly, interrupting the man's endless boasting, "Except for the one singing on the stage."

The man stopped and turned to him.

His shadow could not be reflected in those round eyes.

"There is a woman with black hair and blue eyes, about the same height as you," he said slowly, ensuring that the other party could hear clearly, "and a small white dragon... where are they?"

The man didn't speak, but Tess turned her head blankly, as if she finally remembered the purpose of their coming here.

"Nana." She murmured.

"We are just here to retrieve our companions," Iss continued word for word. "We will leave when we find them."

The man looked at him for a while, then broke into a smile.

"Why are you in such a hurry to leave?" He asked him, "Your companions may be enjoying a good life... As long as you are willing, you can also get happiness and peace that you have never had before."

"Yeah." Tess shrugged, "Why? Why can't we stay?"

The little bit of clarity in her eyes that was struggling to come out has now disappeared under the confusion.

Yisi was silent for a moment and sighed.

"I gave you a chance." he said.

The long ice blade formed instantly in his hand and struck the man behind the counter head on.

There was no force under the knife. Is thought that what he split was just a ball of air, but in Tess's eyes, the cheerful and hospitable man who was chatting lively with her just now had a look of astonishment on his face.

His expression split into two halves, and he fell heavily behind the counter.

His blood splattered on her face.

She opened her mouth, closed it again, swallowed back a scream, leaned over and grabbed Is's arm, and gritted her teeth in his ear: "Are you crazy?!"

Is shook off her, passed through the guests in the tavern who seemed to be unaware of what was happening behind them and were still cheering, and pulled Amphit off the stage.

The elf was stunned for a moment before he began to struggle. He kicked and beat, refusing to let go of his piano, and even tried to continue singing. But when he pulled out the thin sword from his waist and stabbed Is in the leg, Is finally endured it.

He couldn't help but raise his hand and chop him on the neck.

It felt very real... which made him very satisfied.

The elf rolled his eyes and fainted. During the whole process, almost all the guests in the hotel just watched silently, as if they had lost their reaction due to too much shock. Until the stunned Terry stood up and roared "Is

"Crithus!", they all screamed or roared in dissatisfaction, and surrounded Is.

Yis ignored him, and they couldn't do any harm to him anyway. When he approached his frightened and angry "companion", his eyes fell on Terry's half-raised arm - a colorless gem on his

A bright light flashed on the wrist armor.

"...You want to attack me?" he asked in disbelief.

A thin bead of sweat broke out on Terry's forehead, and his face became pale, so white that the freckles that were already so light that they were almost invisible resurfaced.

"You..." he spoke with difficulty, his voice trembling: "I know you are worried about Nana... but Amphit is also our companion, how can you kill him?!"

Isz subconsciously looked down at the limp elf being dragged in his hands. Although his body temperature could not be touched through the leather armor, he was undoubtedly alive.

His actions were not so imprudent.

Even though he knew that what Terry saw in his eyes at this moment might not be the same as his, he was still so angry that he wanted to laugh: "Is your brain completely muddled by shit? I'm going to really kill him and drag his body over here.

What are you doing?! Do you want to eat?!"

Then he saw shock and rage in Terry's eyes - he seemed... really thinking he would eat Amphit.

Novi, who was at the counter, had already walked over, and his voice, which lacked any fluctuation, seemed unusually cold at this moment: "Is... put him down first."

Iss was stunned. An indescribable anger, mixed with sadness and confusion, surged up, bit by bit making his light blue eyes burn as bright as gold.

He raised his hand and threw the elf away, his black vertical pupils shrinking into dangerous slits.

"So," his voice became softer, "What do you want?... Do you want to catch me, the murderer?"

He didn't care about fighting this battle. It might be easier for him to deal with these guys first and then go to Nana... He had already said that he didn't need companions at all.

The golem couldn't make any expression, but Novi took a step back after a brief hesitation, and even Terry, who had been very excited, was stunned.

Yis's light and sarcastic tone did not arouse stronger anger in his heart, but made him feel a little unspeakably flustered.

That kind of panic, like you've done something wrong.

The young mage couldn't help but look at the elf who was thrown aside - his neck was bent at an extremely weird angle, and his pale face was filled with shock and fear.

He didn't even close his eyes... He indeed died in the hands of Yis.

He saw it with his own eyes.

So...what went wrong?

There seemed to be a voice in his head roaring for revenge, or at least to protect his own safety. They should at least drive away Yis, and if possible, it would be best to subdue him... He can actually do it, he

Knowing how to deal with a dragon, although "minimize or be cautious in casting spells in a strange world" is one of their principles, but "self-preservation and protecting companions" absolutely overrides this principle...

But this is Escrisus - he thought.
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