Half-elf Notebook

Meila noticed that Ina's brows were furrowed and her expression was ugly, so she asked worriedly:

"Is it bad outside?"

Very bad? Not really, after all, I didn't see anything... Ina complained subconsciously, interrupting her action of biting her fingers to think.

"No, it's not. It's so quiet out there."

She said it simply and truthfully.

It is naturally impossible to express a guess.

It will only cause more anxiety and tension, which will only cause unnecessary mental stress to both of them.

Pressure has no effect on her performance.

But for Mera, this would probably defeat her before things actually happened.

A few minutes of experience cannot change a person.

Even she spent two months on one thing and still couldn't completely overcome it.

How much better could a princess of the same age be than herself... Ina wouldn't, and didn't dare, block it.

Besides, there is no need to do this.

He gave the fidgeting Meira a smile that was as reassuring as possible.

Ina sat back on the sofa, feeling the softness of the cotton wool beneath her.

Close your eyes and meditate.

Although the situation could be said to be beyond her imagination.

But what she has to do and what she can do has not changed.

In the face of what is about to happen, any waiting will be long and boring.

But this time it was obviously much shorter.

Even Ina, who wasn't really a hunter, or assassin, felt that way.

The familiar, short ringtone echoed in the house, clearly audible.

"Ms. Ina, Miss Ina!"

Before she completely came out of meditation, Ina heard Meira's deliberately low voice calling out.

The white-haired girl could tell the original owner's nervousness just from the sound of her voice.

Sure enough, when she opened her eyes again.

What caught my eye was a blonde girl who was so flustered that she was looking around.

She was half-close to the sofa and almost standing up.

Ina was sure that if she opened her eyes a few seconds later, Mela would come over and shake her awake.

"Calm down, it's okay, Miss Meera."

Ina stood up and said soothingly:

"Now call upon your spiritual power and inject it into the magic item, then sit back on the sofa and wait for things to be over. I will handle the rest."

Mela did not disappoint him, and she took one step towards becoming a formal magician.

Even in a panic and slightly confused state of mind, he still managed to call upon his mental power.

Magic power gushed out from the ring and flowed along with the operation of the magic circle.

It looks like a tornado, and also like the water film formed when water flows in an upside-down porcelain bowl.

What followed was the dissipation of the magic circle.

Countless magic arrays and inscriptions appeared on the transparent shield.

Under the vision of Ina's magic eye, the flowing water film began to slow down and become stable until everything returned to tranquility.

A barrier suddenly appeared in reality, separating the inside and outside of the magic range.

Different from the shield technique, the advanced shield technique emits a magical light that can be sensed at a glance.

A majestic, solid grey-white shield.

It is like a cover made of thin glass, a transparent glass product engraved with special words and symbols.

Ina, who had been watching from the sidelines from the beginning to the end, suddenly found that she could no longer observe its magic.

Like a puddle after a hot afternoon.

However, the time of change is compressed to within a few seconds.

If it weren't for the fire in the fireplace, the light from a few kerosene lamps would have reflected the inscriptions and magic circles floating in the air.

Ina even thought that it was because of insufficient magic power that the spell failed to form and collapsed.

It was the first time she had seen non-plastic magic without the phenomenon of magic power dissipation.

"Whatever happens, try not to move around."

If you have to fight inside the house.

A hood that is as tall as a person and two meters in diameter is swinging around, which will definitely limit her space for maneuvering.

And ten minutes.

This is the time Ina estimated that a sixth-tier spell could last under multiple bronze-tier attacks.

It is also the time for her to solve the problem or choose to escape.

After ensuring Meira's safety, she turned her gaze to the semi-dark entrance that the light could not cover.

The disorderly and noisy ringing sound was still hitting the eardrums of the two girls.

Besides being anxious, the people outside seemed particularly impolite.

Ina used this as a cover and began to sing softly like the chirping of a nightingale.

At that time, she took out a silver-gray key from her pocket and inserted it into the locker next to the door.

"Strengthen your strength."

The magical light merged into her body, and she could feel the long-lost lightness in her body.

The key body fits tightly into the key hole.

As Ina's wrist turned, her left hand lifted and pulled.

Four long swords, a short sword and a dagger were lying quietly in the narrow sword drawer, exposed outside.

Ina didn't even think twice and pulled out the most exquisite sword from its scabbard.

This was the one that Lake had recommended she bring when he first went on a hunt.

It is also the one with the best efficiency in concentrated magic output.

The scabbard was left in the closed sword drawer.

The enemy was just across the door, and she didn't want to have his blade at her throat with the sword still halfway in its sheath.

Then he gently rubbed his thumb and index finger to produce an orange-yellow flame and lit the kerosene lamp on the locker.

After taking it off, Ina walked to the door, held the sword in reverse, and reached out to turn the door handle.

"good evening."

A rough, low voice mixed with a hint of mockery came into the room through the crack in the open door.

…………

"Good evening, what can I do for you?"

After the door was almost open, Ina held up the slightly dim kerosene lamp, half of her body and head stuck out, and asked vigilantly.

She originally thought that the other party would take advantage of the moment the door opened to kick her and catch her off guard.

He even took special precautions and made room for the door to roll back and attack.

In the end, nothing happened.

Is this a fear? But why?

A thought suddenly appeared in her mind, but she had no time or space to think about it.

Ina has already walked out.

The light from the kerosene lamp illuminated the door and the street several meters away.

A man stood quietly, like a ghost in the darkness.

Ina looked up and faced the visitor.

The visitor was dressed in black, including his jacket, trousers, vest, hat, and even his shirt with the collar showing was an unusual black color.

In those cold blue eyes, there was still a trace of fanaticism that had not yet subsided.

The cheeks were as if cut by a knife.

Although he tried hard to force a smile on his face.

But the white-haired girl was given only ominousness and danger.

Just as Ina was sizing him up, he was also sizing Ina up.

"Are you not going to hide this at all?"

She glanced at the light hatchet in the man's hand.

There was still some red liquid on it that had not dried up.

It is gathering into sticky drops and dripping onto the ground.