Alien world

Chapter 1141 63. Approaching Clues

In the center of the sky that reflected the night sky, the elves let go of Annan and Fiona.
"I think it's saying someone of interest has been here."

There was still no news from Mr. Swarovski on the periphery. Annan squatted down and stared carefully into the depths of Mirror Lake.

Fiona stared at him for a long time, suppressing her curiosity and asking "what did you find", until Annan suddenly shook his face from side to side unnaturally.

"You're looking in the mirror...?" Fiona said in disbelief.

"I'm sorry, I always feel awkward with another face." Annan stood up. "I didn't see anything, but the elf told me there was something underneath."

"Can you understand?"

The appearance of elves and tree elves is similar, both are floating luminous creatures.

They don't have much intelligence, and only the tree elves can understand their communication.

"It's not listening, it's emotions. Their emotions tell me that someone who made them uncomfortable came here and did something."

Annan stood up and raised his left hand towards Mr. Swarovski: the agreed gesture was that raising the left hand represented a trap, the right hand represented no discovery, and two hands represented danger.

"Sense emotions? I only know that succubus have this evil ability." Fiona said warily.

The elders of Dark Night chose to believe in a human with such evil abilities... I don't know if this is a good thing.

"This is the most prejudice I have ever seen—"

"You said it."

"Did you tell me that?"

"I told you."

"Why don't I remember?"

"Aliana, remember?"

Annan suddenly realized: "Do you know Instructor Anna?"

"She is also a member of Dark Night."

It turns out that Annan and Anye had met before - Annan was not embarrassed about being exposed. Warlocks are like politicians. Politicians who care about their reputation are not good politicians, and Annan is a warlock lord.

As they were chatting here, Swarovski and two elves came over.

"No?" Annan asked.

"No," Mr. Swarlow replied.

Could it be that the murderer didn’t have any so-called “appreciation of masterpieces” mentality, and just buried the magic scroll and ran away…?
Annan had to re-evaluate the murderer's thinking.

"The magic scroll is at the bottom of the lake." Annan looked at Mr. Swarlow.

Mr. Swarlow stared back.

"Let me do it." The elven wizard said.

Mr. Swarlow, who was spared the fate of being a hard laborer, looked at Annan and handed him the amulet.

He took the amulet with a gloomy face, filled it with magic power and threw it back to Annan: "Send me back."

Annan honestly opened the portal and sent Mr. Swarlow back to Liberty City.

The evening's fiery clouds were spreading across Liberty City. Swarovski stepped out of the portal, identified the direction, opened a portal, and returned to school.

The students in the classroom were celebrating because of the professor's sudden departure - the big sister of Children's Town, the uncrowned king of the orphanage, Annan's goddaughter, Cathy Reeves was standing on the podium.

"I'm your professor of magic..." Cathy imitated Professor Swarovski's tone and stared at the potted plant in the corner, as if there was a nasty bad student standing there: "Cathy, especially you, you threw the slug into the trash can again, deduct 100 points!"

"Hahahahaha-"

The children laughed, slapped the table, stamped their feet, and were filled with laughter. Suddenly, they were like ducks being strangled by the neck, and they were completely silent.

Cathy froze in place. She knew what was happening without looking back.

Mr. Swarlow looked at Cathy, who was shrinking her neck, expressionlessly. "Cathy, deduct 100 points!"

……

The Dark Night Squad dug an ugly deep hole in the Sky Mirror.

At this time, there was no time to worry about protecting the environment. If the magic scroll exploded, the damage it caused would be dozens of times greater than it is now... and it would also be a scandal.

Annan squatted in front of the excavated crystals. They didn't look like salt, but some kind of gemstone-like crystals... The crushed powder was still transparent.

"These seem to be..."

"Gemstones," said Fiona.

Annan opened his mouth wide: "This whole lake is..."

Fiona looked away, unable to accept Kael'thas' expression.

"No, it's just that the gems will be squeezed out of the Sky Realm."

“That’s amazing too…”

As expected of Wilhelm, gems all grow out of the ground...Will there really be no inflation this way?
After hearing that there were many such places in the Verdant City, Annan became more determined to form an alliance with the Elf Royal Court.

So what if they were arrogant, rigid, and conservative? As long as they had money, even if the elves hit Annan on the left cheek, he would turn the right cheek to them.

"Kael'thas!"

The elf captain suddenly shouted Annan's current name.

They found the magic scroll.

This dangerous pile of magical scrolls is as powerful as a bag of unstable bombs and can be detonated.

The elven wizard quickly put them into a special magic ring, breathed a sigh of relief, and then continued to look for the stone tablet.

Dark Night had already found out the experience that the stone tablets were usually at the edge where they would not be affected by the explosion. But it was not that troublesome, Annan asked the elves where the guy who made them uncomfortable was still staying, and dug out the stone tablet buried about 50 meters away.

"Faces are changing. The black smiling face is gloating, the red angry face is flashing, the blue crying face is sobbing... Only the dead remain unchanged."

Annan's first thought was a cemetery or something like that. But Fiona suddenly said, "I know where it is! The garden corridor!"

"sure?"

"Yes! I grew up there! These are four paintings by human painters!"

Annan couldn't help but said excitedly: "Then let's move quickly! The attackers' attention is on Elder Seran, maybe we can get ahead of the attackers!"

With no time to fill the Sky Mirror, the Dark Night Squad quickly rushed towards the garden corridor.

Dozens of minutes later, the Dark Night Squad quietly landed in the shade of trees not far from the garden corridor.

There is no difference between day and night for the elves, so even in the middle of the night, there are still elves touring the garden corridors.

On one wall of the garden corridor was covered with paintings of almost all races collected by the elves over the past forty thousand years.

There were not only works by humans, elves, but even kobolds, arranged in chronological order. If it weren't for the wrong timing, Annan really wanted to spend the whole day here looking at it.

Just like the Sky Mirror, destroying this place would not cause much casualties, but it would definitely bring shame to the Elf King's Court.

From this point of view, it can indeed be ruled out that Wang Ting directed and acted in the drama himself. Unless they think Wang Ting's face is not important -

Fiona suddenly pulled Annan and pointed at a suspicious figure: "That elf is a little strange..."

"what happened?"

Annan looked in the direction of the voice and saw the elf Fiona was pointing at walking in front of the portrait.

"His trouser legs are wet..."

(End of this chapter)