Mage Joan

"Crystal Python."

Audrey sighed, and with a slightly hoarse voice, he expressed the consensus in the hearts of everyone at the moment.

"Medea didn't lie to us, that monster really exists!"

"I think so too, but after all, I would rather guess wrong." Holden said with a wry smile.

"I know a spell that can be used to verify whether your guess is true." Qiao An said thoughtfully.

"Isn't that the spell you used to find Arnold's whereabouts last time, what is it called "Blood"?" Hailar looked at Joan.

"The message of blood."

Joan walked to the corpse of a pygmy miner nearby, took a mirror from his pocket, and then collected a little blood from the corpse wound and smeared it on the mirror.

Joan chanted mantras against the vaguely blood-stained mirror and held a casting ceremony for the 3rd-language spell "Blood Message".

After a minute of preparation, Joan successfully completed the casting ceremony, immediately picked up the mirror and asked questions to the mirror.

"who are you?"

In response to Joan's inquiry, the distribution of the magic net around the mirror was regularly distorted. At the same time, Joan's blood smeared on the mirror surface as if drawn by invisible silk threads, slowly creeping up like a few red snakes, crawling on the smooth mirror surface, and finally forming a line of quaint symbols.

"What symbol is this, it looks like a word..."

Hailar leaned over to Joan, looking curiously at the **** text on the mirror.

"Dwarf writing." Joan answered.

"Dwarf writing?" Hailar surprised, "The dead is obviously a dwarf, shouldn't the "Blood Message" show the dwarf's writing?"

"The dwarf nation has its own language, but has not created a unique writing system. The written text they used borrowed the letters invented by the dwarves. The literary works created by the dwarf artists include many words that were directly used from the dwarves. , So it looks similar." Holden explained.

In the field of language and writing, Mr. Poet’s knowledge is not inferior to Joan.

"It turns out that! What does the text displayed on the mirror mean?" Hailar then asked.

"Sophary's Orpheon." Shorts translated in due course. "This is the name of the pygmy miner. His name is Orpheon, from Soderly Rock City."

"Dwarfs are not like us humans. Each family has a unique surname. They only have a first name, and the surname is replaced by the place of birth." Holden added.

"Sudry Rock...this reminds me of a nasty guy." Hailar frowned.

"I guess you are talking about Belling, but it has nothing to do with him. Sudri Rock City is one of the largest settlements of gnomes in the dark, with a population of no less than 100,000, and is closely related to the New Avalon Colonial Company. "

"The Fijians hired the gnome prospecting team of Sud Rock City to find the veins, just like Mr. Klein was employed by the Midgard Colonial Company, but only for business cooperation." Audrey said lightly.

Hailar nodded and turned to ask Joan: "What information can this Mr. Orpheon's blood provide us with?"

"His race, occupation, why he bleeds, and the time he was killed."

Joan pointed to the mirror, and the scarlet writing was being reorganized.

"There is no need to ask about race and occupation. The answers to the last two questions are very interesting." Hailar said.

"Who killed the gnome?" Klein asked Joanne.

"From the text displayed on the mirror surface, it can be literally translated as'the big snake made of blue rock'."

"Ha! Really a descriptive description!" Klein folded his arms across his chest. "It's not exactly the same as the crystal python that Ms. Gauguin described to us!"

"It was originally what was expected." Audrey asked Joan, "The last question is, when was the death time of the dwarf Orpheon?"

Joan stared at the blood-colored symbol on the mirror, thinking for a long time before speaking.

"This is a set of chronograph symbols commonly used by gnomes. Converted to the universal calendar of the surface world, it should be July 25, around 8 am... What day is it today?"

"Today is July 25," Audrey took a deep breath, and her face became more dignified. "That is to say, the gnomes encountered Crystal Python here this morning, and then were brutally slaughtered. The time of death is away from us. Only Less than four hours!"

"When Crystal Python left here, he must have been stained with the blood of the victim," Qiao An looked to the opposite cave. "If we trace the trace now, we still have time to catch up with the monster that made the massacre."

"The question is, should we really catch up with Crystal Python?" Hailar shrugged and shrugged his hands. "The gnome's unfortunate experience deserves sympathy, but we have no obligation to avenge them."

"I also think that I shouldn't take the risk of killing Crystal Python. On the contrary, we better avoid the area where the monster is active." Audrey said cautiously.

"Mr. Klein, what do you think?" Joan looked at the dwarf brother, expecting him to make a decision.

Klein stroked the lush beard, his eyebrows locked, and he remained silent for a long time before replying.

"Brother Joan, do you remember what Ms. Gauguin said before she left? She once warned us that the spirit of Crystal Python came from the earth element world, and its body was made of magic crystal ore, and it was increased by the magic of the earth veins. Protect, become stronger than steel."

Joan nodded.

He certainly remembers these words of Medea, but what can this prove?

"You may think that what I just said is nonsense, but if you are like me, most of your life will deal with ore, you can sum up a pattern."

"If there is earth element biological activity near a mine, and the creature's physical characteristics are closely related to the local ore, it indicates that this creature is likely to be the guardian of the local mine!"

Klein gritted his teeth, murderous in his eyes.

"Unless these soil elemental creatures guarding the mine are completely destroyed, otherwise do not want to explore the deposit with peace of mind!"

"In the eyes of those guardians of mines, we are the intruders in full, the thieves who covet the mine, even if they just take a piece of ore specimen, they will anger the guardians and be chased!"

Klein kicked off the backpack of the gnome's body, a pile of light blue magic crystal ore, rolling out in a rare way, and the stones were still stained with dazzling blood.

"Unless we give up exploring this mineral vein, we can only fight to death with Jing Python. On this issue, no matter whether we or Jing Python, there is no possibility of compromise."

Klein's powerful words echoed in the empty cave for a long time.

Everyone was silent, bowing their heads and thinking about their own affairs.

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