Players are coming, fortunately I have a time travel simulator

The town before him looked much like any other. Most of the buildings were gray-black brick houses, interspersed with a few treehouses with a typical elven feel. With Zhou Ning's exceptionally long-range vision, he could even make out an engineering workshop with a wrench sign and a small tavern with a picture of a wine glass. The only building of a different color was Zhou Ning's target: a white, elven-style tower that resembled a church. In front of the tower, Zhou Ning could see a holy statue standing on the flat ground. However, due to the distance, he couldn't make out the details.

If he'd seen a town like this elsewhere, Zhou Ning might have felt like he'd won a prize. Being able to make early contact with hidden forces was something countless players dreamed of. But the problem was, this was the mysterious world within the mirror. Who knew what kind of monsters and demons the natives here were?

Zhou Ning did not rush into the town, but continued to look from a high place. After a period of patient observation, he found that there were not too few residents in this town. At least there were a few pedestrians on the streets.

But what made Zhou Ning feel strange was that their attire was quite "avant-garde". Both men and women wore black headscarves that covered their eyes, and classical black and white robes that covered their entire bodies.

According to international convention, color is the color of nobility. Zhou Ning wearing black and white is understandable, but what's the point of wearing a headscarf like this? Not only can't you see her face, but when she walks, she can't even see the road. Is she cosplaying as a Demon Hunter?

Zhou Ning switched his title to "Phantom Thief" which was more suitable for disguise and infiltration. He squinted his eyes and observed for a long time. Finally, he found the right opportunity and used his grappling hook to leap into a courtyard like a ghost. His figure was extremely erratic and he did not make any sound throughout the whole process.

In this town, this is one of the few houses with a yard. Zhou Ning chose this place not for the convenience of sneaking in, but because he had looked for a long time and found that only this yard had a set of clothes drying.

It was a black classical robe with three small red maple leaves printed on the chest. Zhou Ning reached out and took it off, quickly changing into it and putting on his headscarf as well.

Although it was a bit too big and the road was completely invisible, at least he could sneak into the town and then find a way to sneak into the white tower. What made Zhou Ning feel lucky was that there were a few banknotes of unclear denominations in the pockets of this classical robe, which he could take out and use when necessary.

After making a small hole in his headscarf to make it easier to see, Zhou Ning climbed over the wall again. He stood in the shadow of the house and waited for a while before finally finding an opportunity to blend into the crowd.

Upon closer observation, he discovered that perhaps because they were blindfolded, the residents here moved a little slowly and stiffly. Their levels were approximately between 30 and 60, so they wouldn't be difficult to deal with if a fight came to a head. However, his intuition told him that there was great danger lurking here.

This was a warning given to him by his own spirituality after being amplified by his Observation Haki.

This forced Zhou Ning to be doubly cautious. After observing, he discovered that the patterns on the chests of everyone's classical robes seemed different. Some had a green leaf, others a blue leaf. It seemed that the more leaves one had, the higher their status. He didn't know how they saw things, but as he walked along, many pedestrians with one or two leaves painted on their chests saluted him, saying the same thing:

“re-ro-su-pi-do-ra!”

The language was extremely difficult to understand, but it was probably a greeting. Zhou Ning didn't know how to respond and could only remain silent and act cool.

"Judging from the scale, this should be the ancient elven language. Every sentence in the ancient elven language ends with the five words ra-re-ro-ri-ru, which makes it easy to distinguish." Jasmine said softly in her mind.

Zhou Ning nodded silently. This was easy to understand, just like the Russian word "bulie" and the Korean word "smecta". He also knew that what Jasmine said was correct. According to the system's prompt, this was the lost ancestral land of the ancient elves, so it was not surprising that the ancient elven language was spoken here.

As he walked along, the people here looked no different from those outside, save for a seemingly deep-seated acceptance and obedience to class. Along the way, out of curiosity, Zhou Ning even stopped by a roadside alchemy shop. Despite not being able to speak the language, he managed to buy a formula he had never seen before.

Temporary Invisibility Potion

Level: Expert

Elf-specific recipe

After taking it, you can enter the invisible state, which lasts for 45 seconds and has a cooling time of 3 minutes. It cannot be used in combat state. Once you enter the combat state, you will immediately become visible.

This is the benefit of being the first to come into contact with a hidden force. This recipe may seem ordinary, but it is a must-have for solo dungeon clearing and ambushing. Combined with your own title of phantom thief, it can achieve the effect of 1+1>2.

At this moment, a loud bell sounded suddenly from the high slope in the northwest. Zhou Ning was surprised to find that the moment the bell rang, everyone's heads tilted to the northwest in unison. Even the owner of the alchemy shop who was talking to another customer stopped and tilted his head to the northwest.

The shop, and even the entire street, suddenly became unusually quiet. The people walking on the street froze and turned their heads away, as if the stop button had been pressed.

The situation is indescribably strange.

Zhou Ning's forehead suddenly broke out in sweat, and he hurriedly followed the others and looked towards the northwest.

After about half a minute of silence, everything returned to normal, but no one spoke in the alchemy shop. Instead, everyone walked out one after another and merged into the crowd on the street.

At this time, many residents also walked out of their respective gray-black houses, maintaining a rather strange silence, automatically sorting themselves in the order of five leaves - four leaves - three leaves - two leaves - one leaf, and silently walked towards the high slope in the northwest - where the white building was located.

After weighing the pros and cons, Zhou Ning also chose to follow the crowd and walk towards the northwest. At the same time, his fingers silently rubbed the traveler's ring, intending to use teleportation to escape immediately if there was any danger.

Since the residents here moved slowly, Zhou Ning could only slow down his pace. It took him twenty minutes to reach the top of the slope. Not far ahead was the white building.

From a close distance, this should be a church, full of typical ancient elven style, with a four or five-meter-tall statue of a goddess standing in the courtyard.

She has long ears, a beautiful face, and her feet seem to be swaying in the breeze. In her hand, she holds a bow and arrow carved with intricate patterns. What is particularly eye-catching is that there are a large number of black lines extending around her body, which look like tentacles.

"Isn't this a statue of the Elf Goddess?" Zhou Ning asked in a low voice. As he got closer, he could vaguely sense that the exit he was looking for was in a mirror in the church.

"That's right. The Elf Goddess is the deity who controls the wind and manages hunting. This place is very likely the ancient elves' ancestral land in mythology. In mythology, the soul of every ancient elf will inevitably return to the ancestral land and be embraced by the Elf Goddess after death. But as far as I know, the Elf Goddess should have fallen long before my time." Jasmine said to herself.

If the Elf Goddess has fallen, then which god do these elves worship in their ancestral land? Zhou Ning frowned slightly, feeling a sense of unease rising in his heart.