Half-elf Notebook

The dim space seemed to be real, with two human figures outlined out of thin air.

Under the horrified gazes of the children, Bol and Winnie.

As the magical starlight faded, a man and a woman suddenly appeared in the middle of the aisle.

Their clothes were unusual, not the kind of attire you would find in people who frequented slums all year round.

"What's wrong with you?"

Bol spoke carefully.

She didn't understand, two big men whose status was obviously extraordinary.

Why did you suddenly visit this unknown and destroyed church?

After watching this move just now, Bol knew that it was magic, real magic, an extraordinary ability without any tricks.

Although it is not clear what kind of spell it is, it is probably not a spell like transparency or stealth.

A magician who was treated with caution even by priests in regular churches did not need to hide his body and eavesdrop on the conversations and prayers of ordinary people.

Teleport spell.

Magic above level six is ​​an extraordinary ability that only exists in rumors and records in books.

Bol was in a heavy mood and would not hesitate to get involved in trouble.

Some ideas just came to her mind.

But the next moment, an invisible and irresistible force grabbed her throat.

He lifted her up and pressed her against the gray-black stone wall of the church.

Bo'er's face turned blue and he scratched his neck desperately.

Trying to pry it open, the invisible thing seemed to be tightening like a pair of pliers.

Unfortunately, even if I touched my neck and felt my skin with marks from my grip, it was of no use.

The pain of suffocation began to stimulate her nerves again and again, and the lack of oxygen quickly deprived her of the ability to think.

Bol saw that the woman with green hair was staring at him.

Those gem-like eyes were filled with anger, indifference, and overflowing murderous intent.

"Stop it, Tiin!"

"Ms. Boll!"

As two sentences in different languages ​​were spoken almost simultaneously.

The priestess's restraints suddenly loosened and she fell heavily to the ground.

Bol was breathing heavily, with cold sweat on his forehead.

On the other side, the furious Tiin grabbed Fizerei's collar, which seemed to never be wrinkled.

He violently dragged it in front of his face.

"What the hell are you doing?! Fizerei Sylph Bolko!"

The green-haired elf woman roared at him, no longer paying attention to the status and strength of both parties.

"That is the seed of the sacred tree! It is the gift that the sacred tree gives to every child born in the land of elves. It is the blessing that should have helped the poor child, the king's sister, Prince Filivia, when her child awakened his magic power!"

"These cold-blooded, bastard humans not only deceived Her Royal Highness for fifteen years, but also killed her child!"

"Fizerei, that damn priestess, is now like an orc whose brain is only a mixture of rotten meat and swill, holding the relics taken from the child's body as trophies and pinning them in her pocket, you know?! Ha!"

Tiin didn't think of stopping, and slowly tightened his grip until it crushed his throat.

Letting these scum die in despair from suffocation is the greatest tolerance for them.

Their sins are ten times, no, a hundred times more than this!

"That may be true, but we cannot let go of any possibility. As long as the child is still alive, even if only his remains can be found, His Royal Highness's bloodline should be brought back to the kingdom of elves to rest in peace."

Fizerei removed the energy cutoff and spoke calmly.

"Under this premise, getting information out of her is much more important than killing her directly. She is not an innocent person anyway, and she will not escape death today."

Di Yin snorted coldly, without answering or objecting.

Under the anxious and confused gazes of a dozen skinny young children.

The two came to Winnie and Borgen.

"Does this impress you?"

Fizerei knelt on one knee and flipped his wrist like a skilled magician.

A emerald green, gold-based, crystal clear gem appeared in his hand.

He had a cold expression, like an interrogator questioning a prisoner, and his golden pupils were filled with a sharp light.

"A word of advice, don't try to lie, the human body is much tougher than you think - it can crush fingers, break bones, tear muscles, and even burn off large parts of skin."

"As long as there is no massive bleeding or organ failure, a normal person will not die within half a day or a few hours."

"And I have the power to make you experience pain more than once."

Boll stopped Winnie who was about to speak and looked into the golden eyes that seemed to be looking at a dying person.

She said nothing, but silently took out a piece of silver jewelry from the pocket of her church robe.

It was one of the more than ten "relics" that Bol carried with him.

Inlaid on it is a gem similar to the one Fizerei showed.

"Do you know the whereabouts of its original owner?"

"do not know……"

"The evidence is in her hands. She is lying. What a scumbag with a beastly heart!"

"No, Reverend Mother, she really doesn't know."

Vina tried to defend herself, but was glared at angrily by Tiin.

The difference in power was so huge, and the invisible pressure made the little nun tremble all over.

"Tiin, that's enough, she didn't lie."

Fizerei looked at his companions, his tone still calm.

"Without magic props, there is no reaction even if the lie is discovered."

Even though it was very faint, Diin could still see a complex, obscure magic circle operating on the pair of golden pupils that showed little emotion.

"You have met its original owner, and we would like you to share what you know."

The questioning continued, and Fizerei asked the second question.

They are looking for Xiaoxue!

With his brows drooped, Bol was puzzled. He had some guesses the moment he saw the gem.

She still remembered the child.

She would give each child a nickname, and Xiaoxue was the name given to her by the girl with hair as white as first snow.

She didn't know why these powerful magicians were looking for that poor child, and what their purpose was...

But from their words, Bol could hear that they cared about Xiaoxue.

Based on this, she no longer hesitated.

"Fifteen years ago, she was placed at the door of the church and I took her in, like the other children, when she was a baby."

"Besides the wooden basket, the clothes and the pendant were the only items she had on her."

"She lived in this church with her children until nine years ago when the city raised taxes significantly and I sent all my children over the age of five out of the church, and she was one of them."

Bol's voice was low and hoarse, as if he was elaborating on a memory he didn't want to recall.

"Why is the pendant in your hand? Prince... Is the child still in this city?"

Fizerei suddenly interrupted, and her originally emotionless calmness now showed a hint of urgency.

"The slums are more than just poverty and dirt. They are far from being as kind as you think, Mr. Magician."

Boer said quietly:

"Robbery, rape, theft, fraud, hunger, and blood are the daily routine here, not to mention a piece of silver jewelry with exquisite gemstones."

"A six-year-old child who is powerless and has even a little valuable thing, what do you think she will encounter in this place where the weak are the prey of the strong?"

"As for the child, I haven't seen her since the hunters' raid five years ago."