Chapter 59. Huh?
The Dark Elf's hug made Char feel slightly better. He chatted with the remaining NPCs for a while, then leaned back in the corner and opened the team list curiously.
Two names were grayed out, and he was the only one that was lit up.
He had no experience in dealing with such a situation-what should he do alone when two of his team members went offline?
Wait?
This had never been his style.
However, he could not do anything.
Andrew and Corian were both in a state of inhibitions for the time being. From this, it could be seen that the progress of the mission was most likely frozen and was in a period of rest. Both sides were in super energy saving standby mode. Even though he had almost explicitly said, "Don't just stand there, get up and fight it out. The two of them still looked at him with suspicion and did not believe him.
"Your two teammates are sleeping in the corner. Why are you here to discuss with us?"
This was the first time Char had encountered such an interesting situation. If he was not worried that he would not be able to end it, he would have wanted to try and see what would happen if he forced the plot.
Unable to do anything, he could only lean against the rock wall in a daze. His thoughts collided in his mind, and his past memories were also flipped over. To put it simply, he was just letting his imagination run wild.
His condition was getting worse and worse.
Evelyn looked at him with her brows furrowed.
She had a feeling that Char had not been in the right state since just now.
The usual Char could no longer be described as confident, he was a man who knew everything.
The Dark Elf knew very well that such a charming, powerful, and knowledgeable man would be respected even in a place like Andaheim. Even the Queen would treat him as a guest on her bed.
The reason why she resisted was that there was always a love in her heart.
An Elf's heart was too small for anyone else to live in.
However, she could not deny that even so, Char was slowly taking up the spot that belonged to Lucius. She wanted to resist but she could not. She also thought that she would feel happy or gloat when she saw the other party so depressed.
However, she felt a faint sense of anger and powerlessness.
'Even my comfort is not enough to cheer you up?'
Two faces flashed across the Dark Elf's mind. One of them was Ksenja, and the other was the Priestess.
What if it was the two of them? A gentle wife and a clingy Priestess?
Maybe.
This answer suddenly made her a little jealous, and she was still unconvinced.
Why?
"The fog outside seems to have gotten lighter. Do you want to go out for a walk?"
Evelyn suddenly moved closer like a snake, her voice barely audible.
Char was shocked and raised his eyes. "The fog's getting lighter, huh? That's normal, it's a Dark-robed Magic Puppet that has absorbed a portion of it."
"Eh? What's a Dark-robed Magic Puppet?"
"Do you really want me to educate you on this kind of thing?"
Char chuckled, then used a rock to draw a map of Howling Rock Canyon on the ground, and drew an "X" on it.
"We're here." He pointed at the "X" and placed a stone on the south side of the "X". "The Dark-robed Magic Puppet is here. He's The Guardian of the Khorium Ruins and also one of Zin'rokh's minions."
He suddenly thought of something and laughed. "If you tear up the contract and regain your strength, we can go in and try. Although the puppet is difficult to deal with, it's not that difficult for you at your peak."
"Sometimes I really don't understand what's in your head. I've lived nearby for 20 years and I don't know what Khorium Ruins are."
The Dark Elf smeared the map with her dagger and dragged him up.
"Since you've said so, then let's go. Accompany me to go out and relax."
"Alright. Don't cry if you get lost."
"You love to lie to me. I won't believe you!"
Char was indeed lying. He had been to Howling Rock Canyon countless times, and this place was still an undeveloped virgin land. Even if he had his eyes covered, he would still be able to walk to the entrance of the Khorium Ruins without stumbling, let alone fog.
"This is the place."
Char stopped in his tracks. The thick fog in front of them was even thinner, but it gave off a gloomy feeling.
If it was during the day, he would have noticed that the mist here had a faint black color, which was the result of excessive mana gathering.
"If I go any deeper, I'll be attacked by the puppet. With your perception and night vision, you should be able to see that there's a statue in between a Gargoyle and a Vulture, right?"
"Yes."
"It will wake up if you get within 10 meters of it. That thing is Zin'rokh's spy. Take note that this is not a joke, but a real shy. Dark Magic Eggs are creatures born after bathing in the tears of Zin'rokh. Every puppet hatched is equivalent to Zin'rokh's real eyes. What they saw was what Zin'rokh saw. The actual observation range is 20-25 meters, but for ants below level 30 like us, we're not a threat."
She listened attentively for the first half of the speech, but naturally ignored the part about the tears. She felt that Char was just making things up, even though it did sound like it.
"Hey, look at your expression. Are you going to laugh at me and say that how can Zin'rokh shed tears? Since you're about to ask sincerely, then I'll be merciful and tell you directly. Every time he destroys a world, he will shed a few tears, and each drop will fill a bucket. Of course, he wasn't feeling sorry for the lives that had been lost, but he was feeling how great he was. Did you gain more knowledge that you couldn't use and admire me from the bottom of his heart? Hahaha!"
The Dark Elf began to regret bringing this man out for a walk. He felt alright, but she was not happy at all.
"Why do you know so much about Zin'rokh? Even I don't know about this."
"You finally remember where you from, huh? I thought you'd already left that place." Char laughed.
"Hmph!" The Dark Elf snorted coldly.
"I was threatened by you! When I find out where Lucius, I'll teach you a lesson!"
"Come on. My wish has been fulfilled. Can we go back now?" Char turned around lazily.
He felt much better after taking a walk, and he even felt a little sleepy.
He would be fine after a good sleep.
Although the Dark Elf was unwilling, she still compromised.
At least, he looked much better. She thought Char was very specific, and she believed him without a doubt, so she simply let him lead her away.
A cooperative contract could only be established once between two individuals with a great disparity in strength. If she did, she would not be able to stay by Char's side for a while. At level 45, she would be roaming around densely populated areas. Her overly powerful mana would alert the Church of Judgement.
Although she would have to leave sooner or later, she did not want it to be now. She didn't want to think too much about the reason.
Just as the two were about to leave, the moment they turned around, Evelyn suddenly realized something!
It was as if something behind her had opened its eyes. It was not a sense of perception, but a woman's intuition!
A magic puppet?
She did not even think and pushed Char hard.
"Let's go!"
Char felt the air flow suddenly accelerate, and then a strong force came from behind him, and he was pushed out.
Then, a powerful wave of mana rose up like a killer whale leaping out of the deep sea. It leaped high into the air and charged straight at the two of them with great momentum!
He was very familiar with this feeling! What else could it be if not a Dark-robed Magic Puppet?
'Damn it, I've blocked the safety line so many times without any problems, and now you're giving me trouble?'
"Destroy the contract! Hurry up!"
Just as he was turning halfway, the shadow above his head flashed past.
The dense mana enveloped the two of them. Evelyn's movements were also confined by it, unable to move at all.
Char slowly turned around, and the sword fell into his hand.
In front of him was the puppet.
It had a huge body, skin that looked like a black agate, and muscles that glowed with the luster of gems. Its eyes, in particular, looked straight at it as if it was looking at Zin'rokh.
This was probably the end of him. Fortunately, as a Dark Elf from the abyss, she would only be punished and not killed.
Char took a deep breath and clenched his sword.
Suddenly, the puppet spoke.
It lowered its head, humbly surrendered, and said respectfully in the voice of Zin'rokh, "Son of The Abyss, your servant has been waiting for you for a long time."
"Huh?"
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