Who says the Magic Cyber ​​Police can't overthrow the Heavenly Gang?

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"If your first reaction is always this intense desire to attack, then don't be afraid of pain."

"Okay, teacher." Geeta nodded seriously.

Holnett stood up, removed his gauntlets, revealing his hands wrapped in bandages, and said with a smile:

"You'll get used to it... But we'll talk about it later."

She put her gauntlets back on, looked at Latis sitting on a rock not far away, her gaze lingering for a moment on the nameplate on his chest, and called out:

"Lord Latis, please treat Geeta."

"okay!"

Latis, who had been instructed not to interfere with his apprentice's training, smiled knowingly that he finally had something to do. He quickly approached the two of them, knelt down, took Geeta's hands, and began to cast a healing spell.

“It’s really rare to see a mage these days who can cast spells without the help of the magic network… It’s all thanks to you, sir, otherwise this little girl would have been secretly weeping over the scars on her hands again.”

Holnett shook his head, turned and walked toward the earthworm that had stopped struggling, and began to retrieve his weapon.

"A little bit..."

Geeta secretly stuck her tongue out at Holnet, then looked at Latis, who had finished treatment and was sitting to the side, and after thinking for a moment, asked:

"Sir, your attire looks somewhat like that of a nobleman. Are you a nobleman from the Mountain Wasteland?"

"No, I am just the lord of a new city on the border of Senhai Territory, and I am carrying out the task of bestowing a title upon him."

Latis glanced at Holnet, who was rather "brutally" collecting weapons, then looked away with amusement and said to Geeta:

"Strictly speaking, you should know me."

"Huh?" Geeta blinked.

"Leaf told me that when you were in the Holy City, the dessert shop you occasionally went to had a 'La Tray' tart as your favorite new dessert."

Latis chuckled, looking at the girl who should still be in her naivety, and said rather mysteriously:

"That was a replica made by La based on KFC's improved Portuguese egg tart. It was also thanks to the few cooks in the family that the final recipe was confirmed and passed on."

"Eh?! You are...!"

Geeta's eyes widened instantly, and she couldn't help but grasp Latis's hand, saying excitedly:

"That was the best dessert I've ever eaten! Sometimes Leafa didn't have enough money, so we'd buy one together, half for her and half for me, oh my... The golden crust was baked until crispy, and after cutting it open, we'd be so afraid the custard would spill out that we'd quickly stuff it into our mouths. Every time, we'd accidentally burn ourselves, like the armor we wore after a morning workout in the sunshine... It was such a warm moment..."

She paused, subconsciously bit her lip, unfastened her breastplate, and took out two silver coins from her inner pocket.

"This is my last bit of savings. If it's alright, could I buy a few egg tarts from you? You can just give them to Leafa."

Gita placed the silver coin in Latis's hand and then smiled easily, "This way, I won't have to worry about whether my teacher will have time to collect my secret stash if something unexpected happens."

Latis examined the silver coin in his palm for a moment, exchanged a glance with Holnet, who was watching from a distance, and nodded.

"Alright, we're approaching the Night Elf territory. I can already see those trees..."

Seeing that Latis and the other had finished their conversation, Holnet coughed twice and stepped forward. He glanced seriously at Geeta, who was hastily putting on her breastplate, raised an eyebrow, and asked:

“Gita, are you asking Lord Latis to help heal your scars? That's possible, but it's best to do it inside the shelter to avoid exposing your skin to the underground currents…”

"No! No, teacher!"

Upon hearing this, Geeta blushed instantly, jumped up in embarrassment and anger, and shouted:

"I'm still a virgin, don't say such things, teacher!"

Chapter 406 The Turmoil of the Night Elf Tribes

"There's only one this time..."

The night elf glanced at Kirito, who was still fast asleep and was being carried on her teammate's shoulder, took a deep breath, and clenched her fist slightly.

Being tracked by that so-called royal capital investigator was a minor matter. This time, they activated the emergency escape route, which led them to a location ten kilometers away from the Night Elf tribe's location. There were also various complex terrains and forks in the road, making it almost impossible to reach the tribe on their own without a guide.

You think someone will guide you underground? No way! Just kidding, the underground world isn't some friendly, harmonious children's movie set!

Even within the night elf tribes, a strict hierarchical system exists...

The pensive night elf shook his head and sighed softly.

The biggest problem right now is how to report to that lady. This time, they only brought back one strong man from the outside world and exposed the village's secret transactions in front of outsiders. They may lose the opportunity to trade with that village from now on, which would be a heavy blow to the increasingly weak Night Elf tribe.

He paused in front of the somewhat withered "Thousand-Handed Ghost Tree" forest, exchanged glances with his anxious teammates, and mustered his courage to take another step.

Although the woman was indeed the tribe's master and protector, she was still an extremely powerful and imposing figure to these ordinary night elves. Whenever they faced her, they couldn't help but tremble and break out in a cold sweat.

That was the pressure from a higher being, born from a transformation in the level of life. Although the woman and the night elf were of the same species, they were already beings on different levels.

The surrounding forest grew denser and denser. The night elf looked up at the countless dark brown leaves that resembled hands, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and felt a slight bitterness in his cheeks.

Now that things have come to this, we can only hope that the woman is calm. This is a matter of great importance concerning the continuation of the race, and it is their responsibility. There is no point in running away.

Thinking this, the night elf took a deep breath, and after walking several dozen meters forward, she knelt down with a thud, her voice trembling as she cried out:

"Madam! The villagers from Shuluan Village have brought back..."

The faint voice vanished instantly into the endless blades of grass. The night elf lowered his head, letting the thousand-handed ghost leaves hanging down on either side slap his arms, leaving dark brown bruises.

These iron-hard leaves, which should have densely covered the tribe's territory, are becoming increasingly sparse, much like the fading life of the night elves, making one feel suffocated.

The slender, withered grass swayed before the night elf's eyes. Suddenly, a tangled shadow concealed the grass in the darkness, and then, as the leaves on either side tilted, a jet-black spider leg landed in front of him.

The night elf raised her head and looked at the woman with slightly furrowed brows. Her long spider legs were diagonally placed on a dark spider web formed by more than ten trees. In this already dim underground world, it was impossible to tell for a moment whether the dense spider web covered the entire forest.

Is there only one?

Lady Rosette sighed softly, paused for a moment, looked at the trembling night elves, and said calmly:

"Take him back with you. Thank you for your hard work."

"Thank you for your kindness, madam..." The night elf breathed a weak sigh of relief upon hearing this, and then asked:

"Will this ceremony be held the same way as before?"

Ms. Rose looked up at the dark "sky," nodded slightly, and said:

"as usual."

Then, she retracted her spider legs and calmly returned to the spider web.

The night elves exchanged glances, not daring to ask further. After a moment's hesitation, they bowed and left.

……

……

Familiar yet unfamiliar noise and chanting reached her ears. Kiriko opened her eyes without realizing it and stared blankly at the dark sky.

A faint scent of grass and wood lingered in his nostrils, and his dormant mind began to slowly stir. At the same time, a faint feeling of hunger suddenly came from his stomach, and he subconsciously reached out to cover his stomach, his gaze slowly focusing.

"I'm so hungry... Oh right, I was so busy explaining things to that person last night that I only ate a small piece of rice cake..."

"Where am I...? I think I was planning to have a snack, but I fell asleep...?"

Kiriko spaced out for a while as her drowsiness slowly dissipated, before gradually coming back to her senses. She subconsciously looked up and was surprised to find herself lying in a diamond-shaped wooden boat, with a thick layer of palm-shaped leaves beneath her. She had no idea what was going on.

"Ah... I'm dead?"

He frowned slightly, then slowly relaxed his brow. He wanted to sit up and check his surroundings, but the drowsiness that hadn't completely subsided made him abandon the idea.

In short, everything he saw was definitely not the human world he knew, and he had never heard of such a place in the desolate mountains, so he could only be dead.

"Never mind, it's nothing serious."

Kiriko adjusted her sleeping position, placed her hands on her abdomen, and peacefully closed her eyes.

"However, I never expected the afterlife to be like this. I thought I would meet the legendary gods, or the dragons and titans described in fantasy novels, or even the extinct elves..."

For some reason, Kirito suddenly felt a groping sensation on his body. He frowned slightly and opened his eyes with a hint of doubt. He saw a gray-black humanoid creature he had never seen before sitting next to him. Its pointed ears seemed to symbolize some kind of lineage.

but……

"Don't make it black!"

Kiriko immediately closed her eyes and took a deep breath, her heart pounding.

Admittedly, after that fleeting glance, Kirito felt that the humanoid creature looked quite nice, but she still couldn't quite accept the dark brown elf.

Dark brown is a bit too much. Light gray or light brown would be fine. Given his simple rural values, wheat-colored would be best. Too pale wouldn't work either, as it would make him look like he doesn't know how to work.

Of course, he had heard that elves didn't need to work themselves; they could make plants grow simply by casting certain spells. If that was true, he really wanted to see it for himself.

Just as his mind was wandering aimlessly, he suddenly felt a chill beneath him. Startled, he instinctively sat up and looked at the night elf who was holding his trousers and about to pull them off. He cried out in terror:

"Hey! What are you doing!"

The night elf was startled and subconsciously let go of her hand. Kirito quickly put on her pants, stood up instantly, and leaned back against the edge of the wooden boat.

At the same time, he was surprised to find that below the wooden boat was a strangely shaped platform, which looked like the nest of some kind of bird. It looked quite mysterious, and not far from this bird's nest platform, there were some dark brown elves talking to each other.

"This, this is?!"

Kiriko was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized that his current feeling was so real that he didn't seem to be dead at all!

“Ugh…” The female elf in the wooden boat hesitated and asked something, then walked towards Kiriko and began to unbutton her clothes.

"Wait, wait a minute! What are you saying?!"

Kirito, who couldn't understand Elvish at all, was terrified. Seeing that the female elf was about to take off her short skirt, he gritted his teeth, flipped over the edge of the half-person-high wooden boat, and then stumbled and rolled down the bird's nest platform.

The commotion startled the night elves not far away. They turned to look at Kiriko, who was staggering towards the woods, and exchanged surprised glances. They shouted and gave chase.

"Oh no... where am I...?"

Hearing the sound behind him, Kiriko felt a surge of panic. He took a deep breath and looked up to try and discern the dark "sky," but the scene was completely different from anything he had ever seen before. He couldn't determine any direction at all. A chill ran through him, and he could only let out a bitter sigh, muttering to himself:

"Where am I...?"

……

……

"weewee!"

The ray raised its body like a traffic controller, pointing one fin at a fork in the road while the other fin began to swing incessantly toward the fork.

"...Where did you learn all this from?"