"Are Inspector Bolon and Inspector Anglo here?"

Griffith, who had read the record, asked hopelessly.

"The two investigators have been transferred to other places, and there is no personnel record for them in the town," the clerk replied. "We are not affiliated with the Bureau of Investigation. We just keep the case files for them."

"Let's go," the elegant and peaceful smile returned to Galadia's face again, she tapped Griffith on the shoulder and walked out.

...

The two who had left the town crossed the fields and hills and rested by the creek in the evening. This area is already densely populated, but it is not so easy to find a place to eat and live during the trip.

"What is this? Don't you have a shield?" Galadia watched curiously as Griffith took out a shield-sized circular object from the package and threw it on the frame with a "dong" sound.

"Our dinner - another loaf of brown bread, baked with flour mixed with oats, barley and various beans, um, bran. Easy to keep, but hard," Griffiths Set up a small stove over the campfire and start laboriously cutting the big shield-like loaf of bread. "Ovens are generally communal, and citizens bake one of these every few days. And then, it goes like this. already."

"Are you sure this thing can move?" The elf shook his head, "The goblin's knife can't cut it!"

"Indeed...it's very hard. It's not uncommon for a thief to sneak into a farmer's house to steal and die under the housewife's black bread; or when a husband and wife quarrel with bread as a murder weapon, it's not uncommon," Griffith broke I poured a piece of brown bread into the small stove and boiled it, "It tastes better when it's soft."

"Why are you so miserable!" The elf shouted, patting the bowl, "Why do you give me this every day!?"

"Because the war has just ended, you can only buy black bread in a place like this. The conscience of heaven and earth, this bread is not mixed with sand and sawdust, is it good?" Griffith shouted and took out the bag from the town. The jerky and tomatoes I bought on the market were put into the pot, and some wild vegetables picked from the roadside were added. "Although the supply of materials has been greatly improved now, the supply of white bread will take some time."

The two are about to quarrel.

After a brief silence, Galadia watched the bread, meat and vegetables tumbling in the water, turned around and took out a small package and placed it on her slender and straight legs, smiling at the apprentice knight who was cooking.

Griffith felt her gaze, raised his head and asked, "So, how did you venture out in the wild? Food and rest are troublesome, right?"

"No, I had a companion a few days ago!" Galadia said, "In the end, I really couldn't stand their character, plus other reasons, so I decided to go it alone!"

"It's better not to do this in the future. The most powerful heroes don't have eyes behind their backs," Griffith said very sincerely. "No matter how much you hate your companions, you are also your companions."

"I know I know!" Galadia took out a small piece of food from the package and handed it over, "I'll give you something delicious! This is our secret beauty food! This kind of thing has only been seen in books. The apprentice knight immediately took it over with joy, and found that it was two shortbread cookies with something sandwiched between them.

"Eat, eat and see! A few pieces will make you full. According to the rules, you can't eat it for you humans!"

Griffith took a light bite, the golden-yellow biscuits had a faint fragrance, and what was sandwiched between the biscuits was soft and smooth, and the sweetness was full of rich and mellow taste.

Really tasty! What's this! Griffith opened his eyes wide and opened the shortbread to find a layer of black solid inside. He licked it curiously, and the rich taste was more delicious than honey, and it also had a pleasant satisfaction.

"Hahahaha! You are so cute!" Galadia watched Griffith finish the biscuits in two bites.It was like watching an orange cat eat dried fish, licking his fingers, "This is a dry food made from cocoa tree fruit as the main ingredient, after being pressed and mixed with other ingredients, fermented and roasted, with a rich and sweet taste. Awesome!"

"It's delicious!" Griffith licked the melted cocoa liquid on his hands, "I've never eaten anything like this from the Broken Isles to the eastern grasslands."

"I won't give it to you!" Galadia put away the small package on her leg, "This is my reserve food, if I let you eat it, I can only drink the indescribable soup you cooked to survive! "

"Actually, this soup is not so bad~ After all, it also added dried meat and tomatoes," Griffith took out a small piece of cheese bought in the town and put it into the soup, and the special aroma spread out, "During this war, The kingdom has occupied several provinces in the southern continent, and there is a large fertile land with many unheard-of products. After the war, everyone's life will be rich because of this."

Jerky, tomatoes and cheese can cost a fortune.

"Oh~" Galadia smelled the fragrance in the air, and felt that the soup seemed to be okay, "I didn't think you, a little sergeant, would still care about the Southern Continent. It's not south of the Broken Isles, far away. South?"

"A lowly position is not a reason for short-sightedness, that's what my teacher said," Griffith scooped out a bowl of soup and handed it over, "Maybe one day, the distant world will become part of your story. , isn't it?"

Galadia took the steaming soup, scooped up a spoonful of soft-boiled bread, and ate it with the soup.

"How about it?"

"Okay."

The two had a leisurely dinner. Galadia spread a blanket on the soft grass and sat on it very comfortably.

Not far from the elf girl, Griffith was reading books bought in town by the campfire.

"Do you like reading so much?"

"Well, my brain needs books like a sword needs a whetstone."

"That's a good word!" Galadia praised sincerely, "It sounds like a famous quote from a big man."

After listening to the praise, Griffith closed the book in his hand and took out a stack of paper from the package.

"What is this?" the elf asked curiously.

"The picture book, it is said that you can relax after reading it," Griffith carefully unfolded the picture book, "It was a gift when I bought the book, and I didn't have time to read it during the day."

The curious Galadia moved her head closer.

"..."

"..."

"It's not like that!" cried the elf girl. Thin eyebrows almost twisted together, long pointed ears pricked up.

During the day, when the two passed by the town, the merchants in the town gave the apprentice knight who had just returned from the battlefield a volume of pictures that "can calm the mind" - full of pictures of all kinds of revealing clothes, An album of sexy beauties, both human and elves.

Griffith watched for a while, and instead of calm, his mind became agitated, and then he boldly looked at his companions who were all excellent in appearance, figure, and temperament.

Galadia punched him and snatched the album.

"Isn't it like this? Don't look at it any more, you bastard!" Galadia snatched the drawing paper from Griffith's hand, took out a charcoal pen, and brushed it on the back of a piece of paper Drawing up, "Slander! This is crazy slander!"

I have to say that this elf lady is really versatile. In no time, a stunning painting appeared before Griffith.

The elven warriors in heavy armor, armed with double-edged long knives, lined up in a straight battle line like slashing and slashing, watching the army of orcs rushing towards them with indifferent and firm eyes. In the closest part of the picture, a handsome, resolute elf general roars and swings his sword. His image perfectly blends grace, self-discipline and courage, leaving no doubt that he is a hero who has been remembered in history.

"Look! Look!" Galadia shouted, "The solid defense of full body armor and large shield, the skilled combat skills from far and near, the leader who adheres to the ancient alliance with mankind, and fights with the warriors on the front line, is a powerful leader. The battle cry, the incarnation of wisdom, the evil natural enemy, true! True! True! Spirit! Spirit!"

"Look at yours again!" Galadia slapped Griffith's album. The elf woman in the picture book is wearing a thin shirt, trying her best to show her sexy figure and charming appearance, "clothing like erotic lingerie, weak and exaggerated magic, inexplicable racism, self-proclaimed coquettish and useless queen, confused expression. , Useless species, foil for the winner, false! False! True! Spirit! Spirit!"

"Well, sorry, I didn't read it." Griffith answered honestly.

"It's almost there."

"Can you give me back the sheets of human beings?"

"..." Galadia froze for a moment, then rolled up the album and patted the apprentice knight's head.

...

Without the picture book, Griffith could only read the book carefully. Suddenly, he thought of a question: "Are you really immortal?"

"How is that possible~" Galadia, who had confiscated the album, leaned against the tree trunk and stared at the fire in front of her, "How can there be immortality in this world? Ordinary elves can live 300 years old, powerful and noble. The lifespan of the group is close to 600. I have heard that there is a supreme archmage who has lived for a thousand years, but I have not seen it with my own eyes. This vitality has already caught up with the dragon. "

"Hmm~" Griffith turned around, fully admiring the slender and straight legs of his companion, "Then your reproduction speed must not be fast, otherwise the world must be full of elves."

"Yeah~" Galadia replied without hesitation, "When I was at home, everyone's greetings were 'This year's fertility rate has dropped again~', so I met you humans to chat and ask for food. It's not the same."

"real or fake……"

"If you become a hero, the kingdom of elves will open its doors to you. Before that, well~ you can't verify it anyway," the elves lay down, wrapping themselves in a blanket, "people like you. , it is impossible to become a spellcaster even if you study at Homonwarts, witchers have another set of training paths. You will choose between the church's 'paladin' and the military's 'spellbreaker', yes Bar?"

Griffith looked at the elf girl with curious and ignorant eyes, and then shook his head blankly: "The non-commissioned officer academy didn't say much about the cultivation of Beyonders. The Legion conducted an assessment on me half a year ago, and the evaluation was that I was in a broken state. The location of Sequence 9 recruits on the Path of the Master. UU Reading . The Earl's House will consider these issues."

"Well," Galadia nodded, "that's the candidate for 'Paladin' and 'Spellbreaker'. The Paladin path will not waste mental energy, your monarch will probably choose this for you, and you The great human hero Roland Knight follows the same growth path."

I know this man! Griffith was immediately excited when he heard Roland's name.

This great hero was also a knight apprentice in the Legion. Fate gave him the chance to step on the stage of the times, and he and his companions smashed the conspiracy of the dark magic powers in the famous battle of the usurpers more than ten years ago.

Dragon Slayer, Sword of the Kingdom, Herald of the Light, Friend of Elves and Earthlings... Kings of different races gave him the title without hesitation, and bards, academies and armies praised him for his great deeds.

Eagerly, Griffith sat up, and while reminiscing about the story of Roland Knight, he carefully checked his equipment and began to work the night shift.

The area where the two are now located is already located on the western edge of the Eastern Province, only a few days away from the center of the prosperous kingdom, and is no longer an inaccessible area. But even so, the two will not be careless about it, and if they are camping outside in the wild, they will definitely arrange for a rotation of guards.

In this area, wild beasts such as jackals have long been wiped out. There is also a small army stationed there, and under the strict patrol system, there is no way for all kinds of monsters to survive.

So what happened to the missing traveller that the bartender said was missing?

Griffith pricked up his ears, not letting go of any suspicious noises in the darkness. There was an occasional crackling sound from the fire in front of him, and a few insects and birds could be heard from time to time. There seemed to be no such ominous breath and sound in the darkness.