A strange world

Chapter 1141 Section 63. Approaching Clues

In the center of the sky realm reflecting the night sky, the elves let go of Annan and Fiona

"I think it's saying that a suspect has stayed here."

There is still no news about Mr. Swarlow on the periphery. Annan squatted down and stared carefully at the depths of the mirror lake.

Fiona watched him stare for a long time, resisting the curiosity to ask "what did you find", until Annan suddenly shook his face unnaturally from side to side.

"Are you looking in the mirror..." Fiona said in disbelief.

"Sorry, I always feel awkward with another face." Annan stood up, "I didn't see anything, but the elves told me there is something underneath."

"Can you understand?"

The elves and tree elves look similar, both are a group of floating luminous creatures.

They don't have much wisdom, 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. Swarro: the agreed gesture is to raise the left hand to indicate a trap, the right hand to indicate no discovery, and two hands to indicate danger.

"Perceive emotions? I only know that succubi have this evil ability." Fiona said vigilantly.

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

"This is prejudice, the most I've ever seen-"

"You said it."

"Did you say it?"

"I said it."

"Why don't I remember it?"

"Aliana, do you remember?"

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

"She is also a member of the Dark Night."

It turns out that Annan and the Dark Night had met before-as for being exposed, Annan was not embarrassed, warlocks are like politicians, politicians who want to look good are not good politicians, and Annan is also a warlock lord.

They were chatting here, and Swarro and two elves came over.

"No?" Annan asked.

"No." Mr. Swarro answered.

Could it be that the murderer didn't have the so-called "appreciation of masterpieces" mentality, and just ran away after burying the magic scroll...?

Annan had to re-examine the murderer's thoughts.

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

Mr. Swarrow stared back.

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

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

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

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

The evening fire clouds were spreading in Liberty City. Swarrow, who stepped out of the portal, identified the direction, opened a portal, and returned to school.

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

"I'm your professor of magic..." Cathy imitated Professor Swarlow's tone, staring at the potted plants in the corner with straight eyes, 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!"

"Hahahahahaha——"

The children laughed, slapped the table, stamped their feet, and were filled with laughter. Suddenly, they were like ducks with their necks strangled, and there was no sound.

Cathy froze in place, without looking back, she knew what happened.

Mr. Swarlow lowered his eyes expressionlessly, looking at Cathy who was shrinking her neck.

"Cathy, deduct 100 points!"

...

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

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

Annan squatted in front of the excavated crystals. They were not like salt, but some kind of gem-like crystals... The crushed powder was still transparent.

"These seem to be..."

"Gemstones." Fiona said.

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

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

"No, it's just that gemstones will squeeze out of the Sky Realm."

"That's also amazing..."

As expected of Wilhelm, gemstones grow out of the ground... Will there really be no inflation?

After hearing that there are many such places in the Verdant City, Annan firmly believed in forming an alliance with the Elf King's Court.

They are arrogant, rigid, and conservative, so what? As long as there is money, even if the elves hit Annan on the left cheek, he will turn his right cheek to him.

"Kael'thas!"

The captain of the elves suddenly shouted Annan's current name.

They found the magic scroll.

This pile of dangerous, magical magic scrolls is no less powerful than a bag of unstable bombs, and can be detonated.

The elven mage quickly put them into the special magic ring, and then he was relieved, and then continued to look for the stone tablet.

Dark Night has found out experience - the stone tablets are usually at the edge where they will not be affected by the explosion. But it is 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.

"The faces are changing. The black smiling face is secretly happy, the red angry face is flashing, and the blue crying face is sobbing... Only the dead are eternal."

Annan's first reaction was a place like a cemetery. But Fiona suddenly said, "I know where it is! The Garden Corridor!"

"Are you 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 to the Garden Corridor.

Tens of minutes later, the Dark Night Squad quietly landed in a shade of trees not far from the Garden Corridor.

There is no difference between day and night for elves, so even in the middle of the night, there are still elves visiting the Garden Corridor.

On one side of the Garden Corridor, there are paintings of almost all races collected by elves in the past 40,000 years.

Not only humans, but also elves themselves, and even dog-headed people's works are arranged according to time. If the timing was not right, Annan really wanted to look here all day.

Like the Sky Mirror, destroying this place will not cause much casualties, but it will definitely make the Elf King's Court lose face.

From this point of view, it can indeed be ruled out that the royal court is directing and acting. Unless they think that the royal court's reputation is not important-

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

"What's wrong?"

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

"His trouser legs are wet..."