Three minutes later, Amber rubbed her head and stood in front of Gao Wen, with a look of resentment on her face: "I'm just kidding you, are you really knocking..."
Gawain rubbed his fingers and said casually, "I'm used to knocking on Rebecca, but I'm not used to it with an unopened head like yours..."
As soon as Amber heard the other party's attitude, she knew that her plan to take the opportunity to pay for a medical bill was in vain. She raised her eyelids and glanced at Gao Wen: "By the way, what happened to you just now? You fell asleep suddenly—don't say that It's meditation, although I'm not a mage, but it's not like I haven't seen meditation before."
Gao Wen rubbed his forehead, recalling his experience in the spiritual network in his mind, he suddenly raised his head and asked, "How long did I 'sleep' this time?"
"... About an hour?" Amber rolled her eyes and thought for a while, "Hey, don't change the subject, I'm asking you something serious..."
"Is it only one hour..." Gao Wen frowned slightly, "It seems that the proportion of time passing is not the same as last time... Could it be that the deeper you are in the deepest layer of the network, the slower the flow of time will be?"
Immediately afterwards, he denied this imprecise statement in his mind: it should not be said that the flow of time has changed, but that the speed of the human brain in the virtual world and the subjective perception of time deviate from reality. This "acceleration" phenomenon is very common in dreams...
Seeing that Gao Wen hadn't paid any attention to her, Amber muttered to herself and seemed to be lost in thought, and puffed her cheeks angrily, but she didn't continue to disturb, but quietly waited for Gao Wen to recover ——She has found that Gao Wen is a little bit easily distracted and in a trance. This abnormal mental state is probably related to the "meditation" of the previous hour. Although Amber is usually careless and reckless, she can still distinguish priorities at critical moments.
After a while, Gao Wen came back to his senses. He looked at Amber in front of him, and after a short hesitation, he still chose not to tell the other party about the spiritual network.
It's not that he doesn't trust this half-elf girl, but for the sake of safety—the Eternal Sleeper's methods are weird, and there are many "divine-like spells" that affect other people's minds without contact. The cultists are temporarily intimidated by him and dare not take action against him, but Baobuqi cultists will have a few guys with clever ideas to spy on the memories of the people around him, so he can't reveal that he has The fact that it successfully invaded the mind network of the Sleeper.
"I'm doing a very confidential thing, and I need to enter this special 'sleep' state occasionally," Gao Wen said to Amber, "I will tell you this secret one day, but I can't say it yet."
Amber curled her lips: "Tch... God-chattering."
Gao Wen's answer didn't explain anything. Amber knew that the "old rice dumpling" she had dug out was probably plotting something again, and judging by how cautious and meticulous he was talking about this time, the scale of this calculation might be huge. Bigger than ever.
She was curious, but she decided not to ask.
Gawain nodded when he saw Amber's expression: Just as he knew, the seemingly carefree Amber also had intelligence and reason that belonged to her alone, and this half-elf girl would not continue to struggle with this issue any longer.
"Help me get the drawing of the acceleration track that I didn't finish last time. It's in the cabinet next to the bookshelf on the left." Gao Wen stretched his waist and adjusted his sitting posture behind the desk. "I just fell asleep suddenly. Epiphany, I thought of something that needs to be modified... "
"What does epiphany mean! And seeing your tired face, are you sure you don't need to take a break? Do you want to continue drawing drawings?"
"I have to draw it quickly, or Kamel and Nicholas will have to do useless work..."
Amber walked towards the bookshelf and kept mumbling: "I'll tell you that you will die suddenly sooner or later... If you die suddenly, I have to dig a hole for you, and your two granddaughters may not give me a raise..."
Gao Wen was puzzled: "Why are you so persistent in waiting for me to die and dig a hole for me?"
"Nonsense, I dug you out back then, and I did everything from beginning to end..."
Gawain felt that he had knocked lightly just now—although this half-elf's head was not as hard as Rebecca's, her mouth really didn't twitch!
At the same time, in the eastern part of the dark mountain range, in the border town "Cedar Town".
This small town is one of the few market towns on the border between Ansu and Typhon. The Typhon people established it two hundred years ago and used it as a resting place for hunters, merchants, and soldiers on the border. However, the two hundred years of development did not make this town prosperous. On the contrary, because the relationship between Typhon and Ansu has been deteriorating in recent decades, the town has also become desolate and tense.
Winter nights always fall very early. Under the dim sky, the small market town is covered by the snow that fell in the past few days. In many places, the snow has turned into mud due to the trampling of people and animals, and the streets of the town are stained. Dirty and dilapidated, there are few pedestrians on the deserted streets. The few permanent residents are hiding at home to avoid the severe cold and north wind outside. Except for the patrol soldiers of the Typhon Empire, the people walking on the streets are There are only armed men dressed as mercenaries and adventurers, and the latter also appear to be in a hurry, and basically don't stay on the streets for too long—that can easily cause trouble.
Since the relationship between the two countries fell to the freezing point, business travel on this line has been almost cut off, and the most important economic pillar of the town has suffered a lot. In addition to the severe frost and snow this winter, East Wolf Fort has issued another order With the prohibition of hunting in the southern and western forests, life became more and more difficult. Apart from soldiers, the only people who could wander the streets at this time were the "desperadoes" who gathered here to make a living during the war.
Mercenaries and free adventurers are not much different from desperadoes to ordinary people.
The only tavern in the town is the only lively place in this place. Before the night completely falls, the bright lights are already lit here—the semi-solidified ointment made of burning stone powder mixed with animal fat is what the imperial soldiers used to New from the East, this ointment smells bad when it burns, but is favored by the lower classes for its bright, long-lasting glow and low price.
Under the bright light of the "grease lamp", the mercenaries and adventurers in the tavern gathered together in groups of three or four. A strange smell—all kinds of disgusting smells permeate this chaotic space, even the strange smell of burning petroleum jelly has no sense of existence here.
In this chaotic and noisy environment, the door of the tavern was suddenly pushed open, and a tall figure in a cloak flashed into the tavern and walked straight to the bar.
The cold wind poured into the room with the opening and closing of the wooden door. Several mercenaries sitting near the door began to curse, and some people's eyes fell on the man in the cloak—when the man in the cloak was walking When he sat down at the bar and took off his hood to reveal a beautiful elf face, several whistles came from all directions immediately.
The beautiful elf huntress casually waved her hands back, and a few flying knives were pinned precisely on the table in front of everyone who was whistling. Then, with a gesture of her hand, all the flying knives returned under the magic power. It's in her hands.
Extraordinary, high level, bad mood.
After confirming these three elements, everyone in the tavern quickly adjusted their positions. Those who should drink continued to drink, those who should compete continued to compare, those who should sift chaff began to sift chaff, and everyone continued to be peaceful and lively.
The tavern owner behind the bar just watched all this with cold eyes, and only after the new customers sat down did he step forward to ask: "Or beer?"
This elf has come once, although he only came once, but as a tavern owner, he must remember the face of the other party—not to mention that this is a very powerful guy, so he can't ignore it.
"Beer," said the elf huntress in a very magnetic voice, her blond hair hanging down her cheeks, covering some of her face, but her expression could still be seen to be a little gloomy, "I will pay for the damaged table. "
"Don't worry, someone will stick a knife in it anyway," the tavern owner said with a smile, and pushed the big wooden mug full of beer in front of the huntress. "Why, didn't you pass the checkpoint?"
"Martial law," the huntress said unhappily, "even started to ask for a pass to the East Wolf Fort..."
The tavern owner smiled: "After all, the situation is tense."
"But didn't you pass the checkpoint with a mercenary document or a recent employment certificate?" The huntress raised her eyelids. "When did you need a certificate from East Wolf Castle?"
"This is a regulation that has just started recently." The tavern owner is not a mercenary or an adventurer, but he must be well-informed if he is in his line of business, especially if he is opening a tavern on the border next to the East Wolf Fort. "It is said that because the East Wolf Fort was attacked, those imperial soldiers began to block the checkpoint..."
"Attack?" The huntress immediately raised her eyebrows, "Could it be a war with Ansu?"
"That's not true," it was not the tavern owner who answered her, but an adventurer sitting nearby. This adventurer looked very enthusiastic—or maybe he was just trying to get close. He moved his wine glass to the female elf. Next to him, with an expression of "I know the inside story" on his face, he said, "It is said that he was attacked by a humanoid monster that he had never seen before... East Wolf Fort suffered a lot, and even the walls of the fortress were cracked. The general there Martial law was issued, and now all checkpoints along the entire border are very strict... "
"Humanoid monster!?" The female elf finally showed a surprised expression, "How about the specifics? Where did the monster come from?"
The adventurer who came here to get close didn't expect that he really succeeded in arousing the interest of this beautiful elf who seemed difficult to deal with. He clumsily concealed his complacency, while continuing to say with that "I know the inside story" expression: "It is said that it came out of the Dark Mountains, a monster released by the Kingdom of Anzu... But some people say it came out of the wasteland of Gondor..."
"... Now the problem is big..."
The beautiful elven "female" hunter, Soldrin Frostleaf, realized that she might not be able to get away with dressing up as a woman this time...