The People Walking in Dungeons Are Surely Not Normal

Chapter 772 Conversation

The girls couldn't understand what I said about "business as usual". Phoenix said that no matter what decision I made, she would definitely support it and threw herself into my arms again to act coquettishly, but Cagalli and the others were Pull away ruthlessly.

This week, I took a leave of absence and went to the Elf Palace Laboratory with Barbara every day to supervise the teaching of the Goblin Assistance Team.

We behaved as usual, and even spoke the same words as usual. This is what I had agreed with the girls at home - to pretend that nothing had happened.

At the end of the day's teaching, we were walking with Elder Jennifer, and I asked Elder Jennifer: "What do you think of the students?"

Elder Jennifer smiled and said: "They are all good children. Unfortunately, their personalities are too old-fashioned and stubborn, and it is difficult to integrate this knowledge. However, the students you brought are different. They are much better in this regard."

"Then what do you think of the goblin assistance members?" I asked her again.

"Each member of the Goblin Assistance is great, knowledgeable, and dedicated to the friendship between Wychburg and Moonlight City."

Uh, I seem to have heard similar words somewhere.

For a while after that, Elder Jennifer and I were silent and said nothing.

The previous few simple conversations were actually intended to be heard by one or more of the elf students following behind.

My purpose was simple, to ask them to help spread the word, and the target of the message was also very clear, it was the leader of the organization who ordered my assassination.

I want him to know that not only am I not dead, I even have the time to pay attention to the elders’ opinions on the students and assisting members.

I believe that such stimulation will never be in vain, and he will definitely take the next step - either wait and see what happens and continue to plan the next conspiracy; or send a more powerful assassin to kill me quickly.

I'm more optimistic about the second possibility.

Before I even left the palace, I was blocked by Emily.

Emily's expression remained calm, and she always exuded a heroic spirit. She stared at me with her eyes, her lips tightly closed, and she said nothing.

It seemed that she had something to do with me, and she could only tell me what I heard.

After looking at her for a while, I said, "Barbara, please go back first."

Barbara curled her lips, a little dissatisfied, but she didn't want to lose her temper in public, so she snorted, stamped her feet, and left.

Looking at Barbara stomping on the ground hard, I wanted to laugh a little.

Looking back, Emily was still looking at me.

Nodding slightly, I said, "Let's go to where you want to go."

As he spoke, he made a gesture of invitation.

Walking side by side with Emily, we walked through the palace hall, turned another corner, and then passed through the deep corridor. Finally, we arrived at a remote and secret small garden.

Emily pointed to a stone bench next to the stone table. I sat down and she sat down opposite me.

"You haven't sparred with me for a long time."

This was the first sentence Emily said, without any fluctuation or emotion. For some reason, I can always taste the strong flavor of blame.

"I've been quite busy lately." I used my talent of telling lies with my eyes open and made a bunch of excuses at random: "For example, I have to fight monsters, I have to go to Dashai City to supervise the work, I have to coordinate the relationship between my fiancées, etc. Huh? What's wrong with you?"

In a daze, I felt a hint of anger flash across Emily's eyebrows. Is it my imagination?

"Excuse."

This is the second sentence Emily uttered. This sentence has a stronger flavor of blame than the previous sentence.

I finally decided to give up the explanation and instead put on a silly smile.

"You are avoiding me" Emily stared at me and asked, "Why?"

"Well." I scratched my hair, with a troubled look on my face: "Actually, I'm not avoiding you, mainly because I see you've been very busy recently."

"Where are you busy?" Emily's words are always like a sharp knife, going straight to the subject without any unnecessary exaggeration.

"Ah, well, that's it." I told her what happened before but was rejected. Emily didn't speak. She pursed her lips slightly, a flash of relief flashed in her eyes, and said lightly: "Then For a few days, we were testing the performance of the puppet, and no one was allowed in except my team."

"Oh? What happened next?" I asked again.

"On the last day, I was called alone to fight the puppets." Emily said, "That's it. What else do you want to know?"

"No, not anymore" I shook my head.

"Our discussion can continue from tomorrow, okay?" When she spoke, she stared into my eyes, as if she was asking for my opinion and observing my attitude.

"Okay" I said.

She nodded, stood up, and said, "Let me take you back. The road here is very messy. Without my guidance, you are likely to get lost."

"Okay, please excuse me." I stood up and suddenly thought of something, so I asked, "I just agreed to your request to continue our discussion, why didn't you say thank you to me?"

She just glanced at me and ignored me. Instead, she stood at the garden gate, waiting for me to catch up with her.

"Hey, saying thank you will kill you!" I muttered: "I remember, even if someone makes way for you, you will take the initiative to say thank you, why don't you say thank you to me!"

Emily didn't look back and walked faster.

In order not to get lost, I had to quicken my pace to keep up. The moment I was side by side with her, I looked at her beautiful cheeks and felt as if a blush flashed across her face. Was it my imagination again?

Why did I see an illusion on her face twice in a row?

Am I too tired and nervous lately?

I muttered to myself.

Before going home, I went to Wren's treehouse.

The door to Wren's treehouse was closed tightly as usual, but fortunately I had the key.

Entering the room, the usual dull atmosphere hit my face, and Ren was sorting out the papers scattered on his desk.

"How's it going?" I asked.

Renn handed over some papers on the table: "Here."

He took the paper and looked through it one by one. It was filled with questions and answers that had nothing to do with each other.

"What is this?" I asked him.

"The result of the torture," Ren said: "This elf is very stubborn and has been refusing to tell. Fortunately, I also have some means."

"How is he now?" I asked.

"Dead," Ren said, "buried in the Elf Forest."

"It's very well done," I said, "but can you explain to me what's written on it? I've been reading it for a long time, but I can't get any clues."

"Where?" Ren asked.

"All" directly handed back all the pages. I sat on the sofa, leaned back and said.

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