Why can't humans do it too?

Sul slammed his head against the cold steel, curled up into a ball, and even pulled his robe up to cover himself.

He needs to clear his mind immediately!

Chapter Forty-Five: A Detailed Account

But Suer's self-imposed isolation couldn't stop the sudden burst of... conversation from the forest elves on the other side?

Wrapped in this robe that offered no protection, even though Suer had covered his ears with both hands, the charismatic voice of the forest elf continued to pour word for word into his ears—no, the forest elf simply used magic to send the voice directly into Suer's mind.

"They took all the food and water from the flower boat and the grass dome boat, forcing even a genius like me to hunt wild beasts in the desert with my own hands..."

"They punched me in the injured spot, making me feel the excruciating pain of my internal organs being ripped apart..."

"Even though he wasn't affected by the magic, he pretended to be under its spell, while secretly mocking my arrogance in his heart..."

The forest elf's sweet, poetic voice echoed throughout the submarine, but the meaning behind her words sent a chill down the spine of Suer beneath her cloak.

"..."

Suer sat up abruptly from the ground, unable to listen any longer. He pulled the robe covering his head aside and stared at the elf with pale golden hair, seemingly wanting to say something but unable to.

Suer realized that the female forest spirit seemed to be listing his sins.

There was no reason not to panic.

"Um, Miss Forest Elf?" Sue asked cautiously, "It sounds strange, though. I can barely say that I did the first two things, but this last one... it really didn't happen?"

'What do you mean by secretly mocking someone? Do you really have that much inner monologue?' Su Er silently complained to himself.

In a situation where death could come at any moment, who would think about these things!

Are forest elves such a race with such rich emotions?

However, Suer's explanation received no response, or rather, he had already realized that this light-golden-haired forest elf was not the type to listen to others' explanations; she only needed to draw her own conclusions.

"By the way, although I don't know why Mr. Monkey speaks the language of the Forest Elves, do you know about Nirbalian?" Ignoring Sul's explanation, the Forest Elf paused briefly before asking.

"..." It was clear that Suer didn't know much, so he could only tentatively respond based on this information, "Uh... nice to meet you, Miss Nirvalen? Hello?"

The forest elf opened its eyes and looked at Suer.

"...I must say, Mr. Monkey, you have a real talent for making people angry!"

. . . . . .

what!

Why are you angry again?

According to the information you provided, shouldn't your name be Nirvalen? Did I misunderstand?

Suer wanted to bang his head against the steel plate beneath him again in his mind—what on earth did this forest elf want to do!

“Sinko Nirbalen, that’s my name,” the light-golden forest elf said with a smile, ignoring the forced smile on Suer’s face. This was not out of courtesy; she didn’t even stop to give Suer a chance to introduce herself.

"Does Mr. Monkey know?" Xin Ke continued, referring to the forest elf with long, light blond hair, "the rumors that forest elves are very troublesome?"

“…Huh?” Suer replied somewhat taken aback. “Uh, I have heard such rumors. It is said that if there is a grudge, even if it has been passed down for more than ten generations, the person will definitely take revenge.”

To be honest, this kind of urban legend-like information was discovered by him and Riku in what appeared to be a diary of a forest elf in an abandoned forest elf stronghold. Apart from sighing that forest elves are really petty, the two of them recorded the information at the time, adhering to the principle that something is better than nothing.

"Pfft," as if she had heard a funny joke, Xin Ke elegantly covered her mouth and laughed, "I didn't expect that such a thing would reach the ears of a beast like Mr. Monkey... because the rumor that forest elves are difficult to deal with originated from my family, the Nielbaren family?"

"..."

Does that mean you want to get revenge for all the grievances you suffered?

Suer understood. He was already relieved that the forest elves couldn't probe his thoughts through the elves' movements—they were quite cunning, truly quite cunning.

No wonder this woman chose not to return to the forest elf area, but instead spent so many days idly chasing after me like a cat playing with a mouse.

Not knowing what to say to save herself, Xin Ke sat there smiling, but Su Er felt no kindness at all. Even though he didn't know why, this forest elf who claimed to be very difficult to deal with and vengeful had not yet torn him to pieces—maybe he was really afraid of rotting and smelling bad.

A reason that couldn't be fooled by Suer flashed through her mind: given the abilities of this forest elf, she could completely eliminate him.

So why is that?

"Why aren't you saying anything? Say something, Mr. Monkey!" Xin Ke asked considerately. "Oh, right, I haven't thought about what happened just now!"

"..."

"Mr. Monkey just knocked me off a great height, right? I have to admire his audacity!" In just a few words, Xin Ke's eyes were already as fierce as a ghost's. "He even spat blood on my face while I was talking..."

"..."

Completely at a loss for words, Suer felt as if his body was about to freeze into ice under the killing intent, as if he had been put into a cold storage and was about to turn into an ice block.

Are you doomed this time...?

Suer sadly concluded.

Did he really need the forest elf to remind him of something like this? Even now, from his perspective, he could clearly see the forest elf's cheek and chest stained with blood—the mess he'd made.

Without saying anything more, Xin Ke deliberately maintained this oppressive chill. She looked at Su Er, savoring all his panic and despair, and then—

"Well, anyway, thank you very much, Miss Nielbaren," Sull said, his facial muscles twitching slightly as he awkwardly scratched his hair, needing to quickly change the subject to save himself.

"...", then fell silent. For a moment, it was Xin Ke, who had just been creating pressure, who was now speechless.

"Mr. Monkey~...Are you really okay?~Um~...It's mainly about your brain and other aspects..."

This was the first time I had ever heard such doubtful and uncertain words from a forest elf, words that even made me wonder if something was wrong with the world.

However, Suer's gratitude was genuine; he was truly thankful for the magic the forest elf had just unleashed, which was why he hadn't died yet.

He is still alive.

He didn't die.

Chapter Forty-Six: Dreamy Musings

If it weren't for the magic Xin Ke just released in an emergency, Su Er would probably have been crushed into a pile of mangled flesh in this submarine traveling at high speed underground.

Strangely enough, after Suer said it, both he and Xinke realized the problem—even though both of them genuinely wanted the other to die immediately, and the fight during the chase and the fall was not fake, the forest elf did indeed save Suer's life.

This undeniable fact left Xinke and Suer at a loss for how to face it.

So, Suer was still grateful... but let's keep things separate.

The submarine, which was traveling at high speed, fell silent for a moment. The only sounds that could be heard were the occasional buzzing from the command console behind Sull and the rustling sound coming from the outside.

As if the movement had suddenly stopped, in this sudden silence, the sleepiness that had been dispelled by the danger earlier surged back into his brain, and he curled up back on the floor. No matter what the future held, he wanted to seize the time to get some more sleep.

On the other side, unsure how to respond to such gratitude, Xin Ke curiously experienced this emotion for the first time. She looked at the monkey curled up in the opposite corner, covered by its robe, and hesitated slightly.

"Mr. Monkey knows more than just the language of the forest elves?" Xin Ke asked curiously, selectively skipping the previous topic. She had seen Su Er checking the text flashing on the screen in front of the control panel.

“…Ah, I can speak goblin, forest elf, fairy, demon, and orc languages…” Su’er’s voice had become somewhat indistinct.

In fact, now that he was temporarily out of danger, the moment he touched the ground, it was as if he had returned to bed. The moment he closed his eyes, he was about to enter the deepest state of sleep.

However, not all questions regarding the Mori Seizo species have been answered.

"Wow, that's amazing!" Xin Ke exclaimed in a drawn-out, cute voice, and continued, "They're just monkeys, so why do they know so many languages? Or rather, how do you know so many languages?"

Like the purest ecological observation and species research, the forest elf with pale golden hair asked curiously, her eyes flashing with a faint, emerald-green light. It wasn't a mental control or inducement, but rather a way to help her fall asleep.

"What's so great about him? I'm nowhere near as good as that man... It's just because... I can't survive without learning it..." Su'er was already somewhat delirious. He was only answering subconsciously, and even his voice was so weak that it sounded like he was talking in his sleep. "If I can't understand it... wouldn't the information I risked my life to get be worthless?"

“Don’t underestimate humans, you…” Suer frowned slightly, “We’re not just being killed… your traits and language… your customs have been passed down orally, recorded on animal hides…”

Suer's voice was so faint that it was inaudible. Although he seemed to say something afterward, it turned into indistinguishable noise as his lips touched.

But that's enough. Xin Ke was satisfied with what she heard. In fact, she didn't think it would make any sense to learn more about her.

In the last vestiges of his consciousness, Suer felt as if he could still faintly hear the words spoken by the forest elves.

"I see, humans? This is what monkeys call themselves?"

The reaction was as if they had heard something interesting.

"But even so, my opinion of you, Mr. Monkey, won't change~—Are you sure there's nothing wrong with your brain or anything else?"

In his sleep, he twitched the corners of his mouth as if he were smiling, and Su Er quietly answered in his dream.

Who cares what you think...Are you stupid?

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The current time is approximately eight, almost nine hours. This is the information that Suer learned after he had a satisfying sleep and was painfully awakened after being hit in the stomach by an iron ball thrown by a forest elf.

So much time has passed since the submarine plunged underground, and to be honest, even though the Forest Elf magic has made them no longer feel that extreme speed, Sull knows that the submarine's speed has not slowed down at all.

Does that mean they traveled underground at this speed for more than eight hours?

Just how deep down are the goblin kingdoms located... or are they just too far away?

Suer couldn't help but shudder.

Like Suer, Xinke was completely clueless about the creations of the goblins, or as she called them, the moles. To be more precise, she held them in utter contempt. Because of this, Xinke couldn't even use magic to forcibly stop this submarine whose movement was shrouded in mystery.

At the beginning, they descended into the ground at an almost vertical angle. They only slowed down after reaching a sufficiently safe depth. In the following hours, there was no need to think about stopping anymore—if they suddenly stopped at such a depth, the two people would essentially receive the deepest burial for free.

So now, sitting cross-legged in front of the control panel, Suer was even praying that the submarine would be fine and could safely deliver him and the forest elves to the goblin country—even though he didn't know what they could do after they arrived.