Yuanshin: The duty of the inspector is to eat melons

"Leila, you entered school earlier than me, do you know of any way to increase the void authority faster?"

Since the first time he searched for Tavernaar's appearance in the void and came to the conclusion of insufficient authority, Yamon's obsession with the answer has been quietly buried.

"Privilege escalation, so you have to participate in some big projects or make achievements in research, those are still too far away from me."

Layla shook her head, bit her fingernails and continued writing her thesis.

Seeing that she had entered the state again, Yamon stopped talking.

The rustling sound of paper and pen touching was once again surrounded between the two of them.

......

Tinari was in a daze at the desk.

His shoes still had the mud stained when he went out in the daytime, and now it has dried and hardened, only a small amount remained stubbornly on the upper.

The disappearance of the four dead zones was not accidental. There were traces of fighting left at the scene, which should have been cleared artificially.

Checked with elemental vision, there should be two people present.

Among them, the remnants of the water element are the most obvious, and should be the main attack, followed by the rock element, which is responsible for the imprisonment and the secondary attack. ap.

Judging from the traces left at the scene, the cooperation between these two people is very tacit, because they should be a combination with rich combat experience.

However, there are still many doubts.

Like the most obvious one, from beginning to end, they find any footprints.

At this time, his ears moved, and there were footsteps approaching outside.

"Mr. Tenari, I have come to return the book."

Taverna's voice sounded outside.

Chapter 217 Anasta's Unlucky Day

Tenari put down what he was doing for the time being, took the initiative to walk outside the house, and said at the same time: "Please come in, you came back a bit late today, did you encounter any trouble?"

Tavernaer stepped into the door, and at the same time returned the book in his hand, "No, it's just that I'm not familiar with it, and I took a long detour."

She watched Tinari put the book back on the shelf and stood there, showing a little hesitation, which happened to be seen by Tinari when he turned around.

"Looking at your expression, do you have something to say?"

Tavernal waited for him to ask this sentence, and touched his nose in embarrassment.

"It's still been spotted. Speaking of which, I have an unfeeling request. Regarding the dead zone, do you have a more detailed official report? For example, which dead zones have been destroyed before, and they appear repeatedly in one place Probability, data like that, is it convenient for me to see it?"

Her voice gradually became weaker at the back, as if she lacked confidence.

Tinari had expected this.

Since it was said that the doctor came out of curiosity about the dead zone, he was not surprised to make such a request.

"Yes, these external files are semi-open, but you can only read them from my side."

He walked to the bookshelf on one side, opened the lower cabinet, rummaged through it, and took out a thick folder containing many materials.

"Thank you so much." Tavernaar was delighted, as if a scholar who had studied hard for many years had finally found the answer, and solemnly took over the folder.

Tinari pulled a chair from the side, indicating that Tavernall could read it here.

After thanking him, Tavernar sat on a chair and carefully opened the thick folder.

The superficial solemnity is for Tinari to see. In fact, Tavenal had already completed the reproduction through the "Book of Narratives" when he touched the folder with both hands.

However, she still resisted the idea of ​​directly importing the information directly into her mind and flipping through it slowly, and sat down to finish the trick.

However, in the process of looking through, she didn't just let her mind go blank, she had already begun to think about the information on the file.

Right now, relying on the connection of the four dead zones, it is not easy to find the one you want among the tens of thousands of leylines.

Therefore, with the intention of perfecting the human design and obtaining more information, she came to Tinari to obtain information on the location of various dead zones in the past.

Even if those dead zones have been cleared, through the condensed dead zone cubes in his hand, many wrong options can be eliminated and the most likely few leylines can be circled.

The data has been clear, and the rest of her needs to conduct field investigations.

Thinking about his next plan in his heart, Tavernar's movements of flipping through the files on the surface did not stop, and his expression was very focused.

Tinari looked at those eyes that seemed to be carrying some kind of obsession, and said from the side, "You said before that you are not a Sumeru, so why do you care so much about the death zone?"

Tavernaar stopped his movements, and his demeanor was a bit deep, "I have a close friend who came into contact with the dead zone when I was in Sumeru. She didn't have the eyes of God, and she died not long after returning."

"Death by my hands."

The black-haired and golden-eyed boy looked at his outstretched palm, as if he could still see the lost life, and his eyes revealed deep powerlessness.

Tenari looked away, "Sorry."

It's really not a good experience for a friend to die in his own hospital bed.

At this time, Tinari seemed to be smiling when he saw the boy, bitter and unwilling, "So I'm curious, what exactly killed my friend."

Tenari sighed silently.

"May your friend rest in peace, um, can you tell me your friend's name? Maybe there will be a record in the file, and the record of the original dead zone can be found, but I need to remind you that after a few years, the corresponding dead zone may have disappeared. Cleaned up."

Taverna paused for a moment, as if he also wanted to find the dead zone of the friend who killed him, and decided to speak.

"Her name is Anastas, she has silver-white hair and is very beautiful."

Her tone was very light, as if she didn't want to wake up that long dream and the old friend in the dream.

"Okay, I will help you pay attention in the paper documents and the void terminal. Although I think the void terminal has smoothed some people's initial curiosity about knowledge, it is undeniable that as a search tool, it is okay."

"That's a big thank you."

Tavernall was moved.

……

Abyss, inside Anasta's hut.

"The cube I saw last time is very similar to something I saw a long time ago in Sumeru. It seems to be called... Um, Wuliutuo?"

"So, has she arrived in Sumeru now?"

"Why don't you remind me next time what I entrusted her to help with? Damn, if I don't mention her, don't tell me that I don't take my affairs to heart at all?"

"The brothers who drank with me back then don't know how they are doing now. They should still be alive. I heard from her that it was only five or sixty years ago."

"If they dare to forget me, I will, I will..."

Talking to himself, Anasta looked at the ever-burning fire in the room, recalling those things hundreds of years ago, with the jumping fire reflected in his eyes.

Life under the abyss is boring.

Bored to the point where there is no difference between today and tomorrow.

So boring that she could recall the first half of her life over and over again.

So much so that I still remember every detail clearly.

Tavernall is one of the few memorable things in this lonely life of hers.

Waiting for Taverner's possible "arrival" every day has also become a daily entertainment item for her-betting with herself whether Taverner will show up today.

The rest of the time is just looking at the fire and remembering over and over again.

She has a lot of time.

So much that she couldn't see the end.

But so much time did not leave her with anything other than loneliness, such as experience, such as growth.

Although her current life is as plain as water, and she doesn't have the slightest memory?

dong dong dong-

There was a short knock on the door, which startled the people in the room and almost plunged into the fire?

Tavernall?

No, except for the first time that guy knocked on the door, every time after that, he was very rude. An eye-shaped space gap would appear around him anytime, anywhere, and then Tavernall's tone of beating.

Anasta puffed her cheeks, stood up and walked to the door.

"Who is riding a horse—"

After saying the cordial greeting, she slammed the door open.

Outside the house, there is a girl with a cold expression and an aloof temperament.

A long sword lay across Anasta's neck, the icy edge was colder than the snow flying all over the sky outside.

"Recently, are you disturbing the stability of this area?"

Chapter 218 The Nightmare of the Snow Mountain

Feeling the chill on his neck, Anastas didn't move immediately.

She lowered her eyes, looking at the one-handed sword that was pressing directly at her throat, and the other sword hanging empty by the girl outside the door, her eyes dimmed.

"The space anomaly in this area has something to do with you..."

The visitor's voice was clear and threatening.

However, before she could finish her words, the person under the sword turned one side in an extremely cunning and quick movement, breaking away from the threatening situation.

Immediately afterwards, a pitch-black scythe cut towards the girl's head from the side.

The girl bent down and slid backwards to avoid it, flipped continuously, and opened a wide enough distance.

Turning around and raising his arms, the two knives were turned upwards to block the black scythe that followed.

Amidst the sound of gold and iron intertwining, the girl's feet sank a little into the snow.

Looking coldly, Anasta's pair of ice blue eyes were located behind the scythe, looking at her indifferently.

"Fucking rude, is that how your mother taught you to greet strangers?"

Anasta is very angry now.

Do you really think that she is a soft persimmon who can handle anyone?

Waving the sickle and pulling it sideways, after pressing down the double knives, she raised her foot and kicked the opponent's abdomen.

The girl suddenly raised her knees, seeing through her intentions in advance, she took the first step to withstand the opponent's thigh, and at the same time retracted a sword instantly, attacking the opponent.

The scythe has advantages in strength, but its flexibility is far inferior to her two-handed sword.

The girl seized the gap in the opponent's defense and drew her sword continuously, pressing forward step by step.

The situation was reversed in an instant, and Anasta was retreating steadily. When the long sword brushed her cheek again and again, she became ruthless and gave up defense. Swing down the sickle with the advantage of length.

"Chop, hack, yes, chop this way, I want to see if you can survive until I die—"

Under Anasta's eyes, an extremely thick darkness began to spread, and her shoulder, which was pierced by the long sword, was already blood red, but she didn't seem to notice it, waving the sickle wide open and closing, almost Brushed the girl's neck and head for the first time.

Although Anastas's fighting skills were not as superb as the girl's, but with this momentum of completely giving up defense, he balanced the situation in a short time, and was evenly divided for a while.

The girl's eyes grew colder.

She pursed her lower lip, a little killing intent emerged.

But she forcibly suppressed her emotions, retreated without warning, and said at the same time:

"I'm just here to investigate the space anomaly."

Anasta took the sickle and chopped it up, "I told you, knock on the door with a sword, did your mother teach you that?"

"Don't waste my time." The girl's voice was colder.

Anasta turned around, there was already quite a distance from the snow mountain cabin, and it should be about the same.

She turned to the girl, and raised an extremely arrogant smile: "What a coincidence, I have plenty of time, old lady."

Immediately, she took a step back.

The girl seemed to have sensed something, her expression frightened, and she rushed forward.

But she was still one step too late.