Blood tax

Chapter 416 The Eastern Clipper Incident ([-])

"Wouldn't the target of the monster be Haranduil?" Griffith asked.

Galadia shook her head: "Pilotis noticed the official suspicion and tried to escape. The investigators launched a pursuit operation. Melrose, who you met once in Canaan, was in charge and almost captured her.

"However, she showed her true body in the battle. She had a humanoid silhouette, but six insect-like tentacles of sharp jointed limbs grew behind her shoulders. Although the chasing troops had strong manpower and equipment, they still failed to stay. she.

"Since then, Pilotis has disappeared from our view, hidden.

"The Canaan side has been carefully investigating the truth behind it.

"At first, Melrose suspected that she had something to do with the belief in the God of Dreams that was spreading in Canaan, but the knowledge of monsters with distorted dimensions inspired him to even more astonishing conjectures—this mysterious woman disguised as a half-elf is likely to come from us. Beyond our world lies something that we know so little about.

"Why did she hide from Haranduil? Where did she come from, and what was her intention?
"Halandir, who is closely related to her, is also the focus of attention."

"Emmm..." Griffith was immersed in thinking, and responded, "Then, how does this relate to me?"

Galadia said: "During the subsequent investigation and surveillance, Arran's investigators noticed that Roland showed extraordinary attention to Haranduil.

"At that time, Roland was still developing swamps and barren hills in Qiming County in Sebasto. When he learned about the Canaan incident through some means, he immediately contacted my cousin and got the first-hand information. He The gaze on the troll ruins beneath the Turan Swamp may have also begun at that time.

"After we experienced the adventure of the Belomon ruins and the Canaan incident together, Yalan naturally connected you, the troll ruins, Roland and Haranduil together, and paid attention to them."

As expected of the daughter of the Canaan consul, the intelligence clues she has are not at the same level as mine... Griffith sighed inwardly.With the full assistance of official resources, it will be a matter of time before they notice the connection between Roland, Hallanduel and Griffith.

Galadia continued: "Roland has been very careful to maintain contact with you. Until recently, he suddenly talked with you and Haranduil without any concealment. This was really beyond mom's expectation. It is more reasonable. The explanation should be that Roland realized that something was urgent and started to act.

"Griffith, do you know anything about Pilotis?"

"Okay," Griffith spread his hands, "but I'm not familiar with Haranduil, and this is the first time I've heard about Pilotis."

"I think you will have an intersection with her soon. Roland is a fool who doesn't understand love, but he still has brains~" Galadia probably thought of Tidwig and Roland, and said dissatisfied. "Congratulations!"

"Congratulations for what?" Griffith felt that there was something in the words.

"I feel that in the not-too-distant future, you will gain a new good friend~" Miss Elf glanced at him, stretched out her fingers and counted, "Besides elves, humans, trolls, and mermaids, you and a certain A girl from an unknown creature has become a good friend~ You deserve it!"

Griffith was in a hurry, jumped up from the chair, and yelled indiscriminately: "Aslante and I are just acquainted once!"

He regretted saying that.Galadia's reaction was faster than lightning:
"What—! What is that mermaid lady? Hit you!"

……

Tranquil Sea, seven o'clock in the evening.

Passengers on the Typhon came to the restaurant one after another, preparing to have dinner.

This is a fast boat blessed by magic, with a small crew, but luxuriously decorated, dedicated to performing special missions for the important people of the elves.

Although Griffith dressed up as Miss Laura, he didn't forget to wear the double swords and condemnation under the cloak.In the present situation that may be dangerous at any time, there cannot be a moment of carelessness.If anyone doubts and asks, he will ignore or fool him.

He came to the dining room with Galadia, and habitually opened the head chair for Miss Elf.Fortunately, the waiter on the ship has already taken the first step, avoiding the confusing crisis.

Haranduil was talking to Alyosha across the long dining table.The two of them huddled at the farthest distance from the dining table, talking like old acquaintances, very intimate.Griffith listened for a while, but found that the two men were talking completely differently, as if a shit shovel was chatting with a cat.

The sea breeze must have been very cold outside, and the waiters had long since insulated the main cabins and passages to make it very comfortable.

Erza came to the restaurant on time and sat opposite Griffith, on Galadia's left.She was slender and slender, with fiery red hair tied into a ponytail and swaying. She was dressed in dark and light clothing, which was very suitable for the slightly stuffy air in the cabin.

Griffith was doing nothing, and his eyes inevitably fell on the huntress who walked into the cabin.The upright and elegant facial features and those passionate eyes are so eye-catching. The knocking of the boots on the floor echoes in the heart like music.

Griffith hurriedly withdrew his gaze, focused on Miss Elf, and patted his face hard at the same time.

Not long after, another person walked into the restaurant.This is an elf with a solemn expression, wearing a silver crown on his head, and dressed in gorgeous and capable clothes, but his eyes are melancholy as if he is carrying an unbearable burden.He is the collector Amon from Canaan.

Amon saw that there were already people sitting on the left and right sides of Galadia, so he came to Ersha's subordinate, bowed slightly to say hello to everyone, and then said to the huntress, "Do you mind?"

"Of course not, please sit down." Erza nodded indifferently.

The elf's expression was a bit complicated, as if the huntress had taken his seat: "You know, I seldom interact with humans."

"It's just what I want," Erza said with satisfaction, "I don't bite."

Amon sat down helplessly, ordered a glass of pre-dinner wine, his eyes fell on Griffith for a moment, and then looked away indifferently.

The elves are such a strange race... Griffith and him have nothing to talk about, and they are eating a pudding by themselves.

As the waiters began to serve the appetizers, Melrose walked in.He is the director of psionic research and the head of his entourage, and is likely also tasked with monitoring Haranduil.However, he still looked like he had the magic crystal diazine mixture on his head. He was dazed and sat beside Griffith. .

"You are Miss Laura? You are so beautiful, this jade neck! I will write a short poem about it..."

Griffith kicked the chair, and Melrose, caught off guard, immediately rolled out with the chair.

At this time, the waiter notified the arrival of the Marquise Kuimantha.

Neferti hurried over.She was dressed in a beautiful dress for the dinner party, carefully dressed and dressed, and she stood out among sleepwalking elves, knights in disguise, half-elves rambling and meowing druids.

She was accompanied by a tall and majestic male elf.He has a handsome appearance, and the colorful silk threads and patterns decorated on the pure white high-level robes change colors like a rainbow, giving people a very comfortable first impression.If he stood there motionless, it might be mistaken for a perfect sculpture, but his eyes, full of willpower, would immediately dispel this impression.

"Good evening, distinguished guests, my friends," the elf wizard said gently, "I am the high-ranking executive Ashura Brutus."

High-level executive officer, this is the senior commander of the elf army, responsible for the supervision and management of the war zone, and is held by elves with high status.

Griffith looked at the elf out of professional instinct, and immediately thought that his identity was likely to be the superior of the Antiha executive who died in the June 1443 incident, and also Harandir's Superior.

This is a big man, and his status is not below that of Melrose and Amon.Judging from his care for the Marquis, it must have taken a lot of effort for Canaan to invite Neferti to accompany him.

Everyone was seated one after another, and the dinner was about to begin.The high-ranking executive Ashura suddenly said before Galadia gave a speech:

"Please forgive my rudeness, but I have an extremely important matter to report to Miss Villanoy.

"I just got word that—

"Someone who was neither part of the crew nor on the guest list got in among us."

(End of this chapter)