Chapter 78. Where's the Moon?
Ethan was a Dark Elf with a rich imagination. Hearing Char's vivid description, even though nothing had happened yet, he could already feel the pain from the love-death roar.
But on the other hand, his pride and self-esteem as a Dark Elf prevented him from giving in so easily.
"if you think that this will make me compromise..."
The tip of Char's sword moved forward a few millimeters.
"Then you've really guessed it right! I surrender!"
Ethan immediately raised both his hands. He held a smoke bomb in his left hand and a Dark Fire arrow in his right.
The former was used to create chaos, while the latter was to wait for an opportunity to counterattack.
"Not bad, you're quite decisive." Char smiled. "It would be more convincing if you spit out the blade in your mouth."
"You..."
Ethan was so shocked that he couldn't speak.
Pretending to surrender, and then using the blade in his mouth to assassinate the other party when he got close, this was the last resort of the Queen's Men of sacrifice, but how did the other party know?
From the moment the other party had determined the direction of his escape, he had given up on using all the skills and means of the shadow samurai and turned to look for a way to escape. However, now that the second way was blocked...
Could this person be a spy?
With great shock, Ethan did not do as he was told. He hesitated for half a second if he should just swallow the knife and give up his life, but Char's sword pushed forward again...
Forget it, it's not that I'm afraid of death, but this way of dying is too tragic!
He had really given up this time.
After spitting out the blade, Ethan turned around pitifully.
"Is it okay now? you ... Oh Night Lord, you're actually a half-elf?"
His eyes almost popped out of their sockets.
Dark Elves had complicated feelings towards half-elves.
First of all, it was impossible for a male sunlight elf to take a fancy to a female human. This was a sign of self-degradation in Elfheim, so almost all half-elves were male humans and female light elves.
Secondly, from a human's aesthetic point of view, only the light Elves and dark Elves met their aesthetic requirements. The rest, such as the wood Elves and flower elves, were just close to elves in their names. In reality, they didn't look like human creatures. Thus, when half-elves were mentioned, they were mostly referring to the light Elves.
As for the Dark Elves, it was impossible for them to be with humans in the past, and even more impossible now.
Therefore, while they hated the light elves, they also had a good impression of the United Holy Kingdom, which could open up Elfheim and force the light elves to marry each other.
Therefore, the shame of Elfheim, the half-elves, was very dear to him.
Elfheim doesn't want you, right? What a coincidence, they don't want us either!
Probably this kind of feeling. It was just that this kind of pity also carried a faint sense of superiority as if a superior sympathized with the weak.
"Are you very surprised?"
Char patted his face.
"Wake up, young man. Don't let your imagination run wild and think about my past."
"Ah ... Ah? No, no... "
Ethan was embarrassed, but he didn't expect Char to be able to see through his thoughts.
He was indeed thinking about the other party's background. He might be the kind of person who was born in a low position but was talented. Such a talented young man was regarded as a bastard because of his mixed bloodline and was sent to Andaheim to carry out a dangerous mission. He must be very unwilling, right? Then he would use hydrogen and lithium ... Ah, no, it was reasonable, wouldn't there be a chance to convert him and make him serve the Dark Elf court?
Wouldn't this be a great achievement?
Wouldn't that be ... It can be an upgrade!
Ethan's thinking speed was much faster than Nightingale's, and he quickly calculated how much credit he could get for this.
Char didn't know whether to laugh or cry as he watched the man's eyes light up.
The acrophobic shadow samurai was still the same.
Most of the missions in Andaheim were black and gray. The unbearable past and the tragic truth ... Only Ethan's quest was simple and straightforward. It was one of the few colors in the monotonous black and gray picture.
Simply put, it was to help him get rid of his fear of heights.
Of course, he succeeded in the end.
However, after he succeeded, he suddenly realized that the reason he couldn't climb up for so many years wasn't because of his fear of heights, but because the upper class of Andaheim had been solidified. A person with no background like him had no chance at all.
As a result, the initial hope was extinguished, and the color was tainted with haze.
Although it was a pity, there was still proper business at hand.
"They sent you here? What's their purpose? What's the secret code for the report? who's the superior?"
Char threw a series of questions at Ethan, who was even more confused. He could not help but ask, "You guys from above... You understand us so well?"
"Not only that, we even know that the Queen Lucius is a masochist "
What the f*ck? there was such a thing?
Ethan was shocked, and then he said angrily, "You actually dare to be disrespectful to the Empress!"
"She's not my Empress."
Char said without a care.
"Seems like it. "
Ethan scratched his head.
"Don't play dumb, tell me the truth."
Char said impatiently. He tapped the Fire of Origin on Ethan's body a few times, and the hidden weapons and props on Ethan's body fell to the ground, all of which were accurately identified by Char.
Ethan was flabbergasted, and the last bit of hope he had disappeared. He honestly said, "An urgent mission from the higher-ups..."
"Nightingale level?"
"Yes..."
"it's indeed the Svartalfheim..." Char mumbled to herself.
"How dare you call the Night Lord by his full name!"
"I don't believe in this..." Char rolled her eyes, "There's no future in trusting Him."
"I know," Ethan mumbled, "I know that you people on the surface believe in the Seven Holy Spirit..." He revealed a rare mocking smile. "The elves are no exception."
This was the typical Dark Elf mentality. Even though he was forced to change her faith by the Lord of the Night, even worse than the elves of Elfheim, he still had to poke at the light Elves 'sore spot and mock them, in order to get a temporary comfort in his heart.
"I'm sorry, I don't believe in that either."
"Then you..."
"Goddess of life and death, Messiah."
"Messiah?" Ethan was stunned. "Who's Messiah?"
"Hahahahaha..."
Char finally couldn't help but laugh.
"W-what are you laughing at?"
"It's nothing,"
Char became serious for a second, as if he had never smiled. He saw Messiah standing at the side with a dark face. She was holding a glowing ring and playing the words he said in the first round repeatedly.
"Ha, this is the first time I've touched a girl's hand. Your hands are so soft..."
It was so f*cking embarrassing!
When did this woman learn this trick?
"It's really strange..." Ethan mumbled and continued, "My superior is the person in charge of Blue Moon County. The code is 'night of Roland, the Starlight is eternal'.
"Then how do you plan to explain it when you go back?" Char asked again.
"Don't worry, I'll say 'I didn't find anything'!" Ethan understood.
"That's too amateurish."
"Ah?"
"Haven't you noticed that the sky is a little strange?" Char asked.
"Yes..."
Ethan looked up.
Oh right, the sky was too dark ...
Eh, no...
Wait... Was something missing?
Where the Blue Moon?
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