Why can't humans do it too?

According to Suer's original plan, after the two arrived at this abandoned city, they would quickly contact the other forest elves, and then they would take Xinke away. In this way, his agreement and mission would be completed, and he would just have to wait for Xinke to fulfill her promise. However, after learning that he had slept for three whole days, he couldn't help but have some subtle doubts about the efficiency of those forest elves.

Therefore, it's better to have two options.

Perhaps because of these trees, Suer felt that the air was much more humid than outside. The closer he got to the houses hidden among the huge trees, the more he liked them. The only pity was that there was no little 'sun' here to bring light and warmth.

At this moment, the 'sun' was indeed more important to him than these treehouses.

"Would you mind if I built a small hut on that vacant lot? It might clear away some of the flowers and plants," Suer casually asked Xinke, thinking of this.

He suddenly felt that settling here was a good idea, and if it wasn't too dangerous, he would even try to contact Riku to have some of the humans live here.

With water, light, and warmth, it's very convenient to grow things.

Chapter 131 The Little Hand Monster?

Only when we lose something do we realize how important light and heat are to us, not just in terms of physiological effects, but more importantly, psychological effects.

For Suer, everything in this world was too oppressive, so he longed for the light and warmth of the sun.

"Mr. Monkey really likes it there?" Returning to familiar places filled Xin Ke with mixed feelings. As she looked around at the familiar sights, she casually asked, "Or is it that you can't bear to leave the pool where we could bathe together?"

"...How dare you even mention taking a bath?" Suer rolled her dead fish eyes at the woman beside her.

"Hmm~, your reaction is quite interesting~", without any shame or embarrassment, Xin Ke even smiled and nodded at Su Er.

Funny my ass!

Too lazy to argue with this elf with such different values, Sue rolled her eyes and quickened her pace toward the nearest treehouse.

The world is different, the races are different, the cultures are different. It is unreasonable to impose his values ​​on these different races. Therefore, he only needs to run away depending on the situation.

According to Xin Ke, the attack on the city by the Skywing species happened nearly twenty years ago. Despite being just an ordinary wooden structure, it remained incredibly sturdy for so long without any repairs. When shoes landed on the moss-covered, fungus-covered steps, there was no tremor or creaking sound.

The only unsafe aspect is probably the slight slipperiness when the shoes rub against the damp moss.

"Huh? I thought Mr. Monkey was actually enjoying it even if he didn't say it... This reaction is getting a little boring~-Hmm?"

Following closely behind Suer, Xinke slowly walked to the door of the treehouse and tilted her head curiously. In front of her, Suer raised a hand to block her way, indicating that she should not go any further.

"Let's confirm this first. Xin Ke, can you tell how long those forest elf counterattack traps you discovered have been there?" Su Er asked in a low voice, bending over and looking at the wooden door in front of him with a serious expression.

"...Judging from the remaining number of elves, this is a newly established spell. Without using magic to investigate, it's impossible to accurately estimate the exact time. What? Has something happened?" Xin Ke gave the answer immediately. After hearing how Su Er addressed her, Xin Ke realized that this man had discovered something, so she stopped joking.

"Ah, it's a discovery that makes you want to be on edge," Su'er said, taking two steps to make room for Xin Ke. She gestured for Xin Ke to come forward and take a look. "Look..."

The most obvious thing is the handprint on the wooden door. Just from the slightly concave mark, you can tell how much force the owner of the hand used. But compared to this relatively subtle mark, the more obvious thing is the place where the wooden door meets the ground.

Is this due to the advantages of using all-natural materials? After being unused for over twenty years, long vines have grown from the surface of the wooden door, and even the bottom part where it touches the ground is pieced together by clusters of moss without a single gap—as it should be.

What Suer and Xinke now see are broken vines and a ground with obvious scratches. Much moss mixed with soil is still crushed in the cracks, and there is a small distance between the place where the wooden door is now and the boundary where the normal moss meets.

The marks were so fresh that these resilient plants hadn't had time to cover them up again.

"...That's all I can find out. The general situation is that the owner of this hand slammed on this wooden door. The huge force caused the door to turn inward and then bounce back, which is why it's stuck in the middle." It's really not detective material. This is all the observations and conclusions that Suer can draw.

Modern criminal investigation is a very large and complex field of study.

"I have no objection," Xin Ke simply nodded, showing no other thoughts on Su Er's analytical approach. She just stared intently at the handprint on the wooden door, "This handprint..."

His face was solemn.

"Ah, you noticed it too, didn't you?" Communicating with intelligent people is much easier. Su'er followed up in a low voice, "If possible, please tell me definitively that the level of the magic trap's setup is within the normal range for children of your forest elves. If it's convenient, please also tell me that your underage children are allowed to run around freely, like coming here to play..."

Although they tried to make the question sound humorous, neither Suer nor Xinke laughed.

"It's obviously impossible," Xin Ke's beautiful eyebrows furrowed tightly as her mind ruled out one possibility after another.

The reason why the two of them were in such a high-risk posture was quite simple: the handprint left on the wooden door was too small. If Suer were to make a simple comparison, the size of the handprint would be about the same as Nona's hand.

Isn't he still a child?

But it was precisely this hand, which looked like a child's, that bore such cruel marks.

“Is there any possibility, I mean just one possibility?” Su Er stroked his chin with a serious expression, beginning to sketch out an image of the person in this position in his mind, “The owner of this hand is probably about your height. Putting aside issues like body size, he has very small hands… This is just a guess, it may not be correct.”

The reason he came to this conclusion was that, compared to the size of a toddler's palm, the location of this handprint was far too high, not at all a place a child could have taken a picture of.

"……puff."

Despite the tense atmosphere, Xin Ke couldn't help but laugh at the image she had conjured up in her mind based on Su Er's words. What kind of distorted monster must it be?

"How could that be? Hahaha," Xin Ke couldn't help but laugh out loud. "No matter how you look at it, you should conclude that this monster was flying in the air, right? There weren't even any footprints on the ground. And there were no signs of being disturbed or trampled on the soil that was turned up when the doors were pushed open..."

Wait, a monster? Flying?

It was just a random association, but the image of a certain race flashed through Xin Ke's mind like an electric shock, which she then dismissed herself.

Even she herself thought it was foolish.

Chapter 132 Soviet Theory

Although it sounds strange, in Xin Ke's mind, the word "monster" is associated with the Skywing race, along with words like ugly, stupid, brainless, low-IQ, rude, and so on—negative words.

This woman is practically the worst enemy of the Skywing race. Currently, the only race on this list that can rival the Skywing race is the Goblin race, and she even seems to have surpassed them.

For these races that can use magic, flying is an incredibly simple matter. Moreover, the magical traps set up in this abandoned city are exclusively for the forest elves. For those arrogant monsters who are too lazy to even think, there is no way they would lower their pride to use the magic of other races, even if the gods who created them have already endowed them with this ability.

"Ok?"

"No, it's nothing."

Meeting Suer's questioning gaze, Xin Ke shook her head in denial, not revealing her own guess, but simply crossing out some people on the list.

But who else could it be besides them?

Vampire? Fairy? Demon... Oh, that's impossible.

Rather, after a thorough investigation, Xin Ke found no suspect race that matched the criteria.

Strange indeed.

"Hello?"

"Hello?"

"..."

"Can we meet up?"

"Can we meet up?"

"..."

The echo of Suer reverberated around them, only to be quickly absorbed by the trees.

Suer waited quietly, but nothing unusual happened. Apart from the sound of her own and Xinke's breathing, she heard nothing.

Just now, he had been repeating greetings to those around him in all the languages ​​of the races he had learned so far, but no one suddenly jumped out to greet him.

"...They might have already left?" Having voiced her guess, Su'er turned to Xin Ke, seeking her opinion. "What should we do? Should we continue searching? Or should we leave quickly?"

"Of course we'll go in and take a look," Xin Ke answered without hesitation, leading the way by pushing open the battered wooden door and entering the treehouse.

“…Well, I also think it’s unlikely that anything unexpected will happen,” Sue sighed slightly and followed him into the treehouse.

“Based on my understanding of the races I’ve encountered in your world, if you were hiding in the shadows and questioned like that, you would surely jump out eagerly, right?” Sul said casually, glancing around the room.

"Oh? Mr. Monkey, are you so sure?"

"Of course, rather I think the more you people consider yourselves powerful, the stronger your desire to perform and show off is. I even thought of his or her lines for his or her entrance—Oh? A mere monkey actually has this much courage?" Suer shrugged and complained, picking up something that looked like a lamp from a small wooden table.

"Pfft, hahahahahahaha," unrestrained laughter erupted. After a moment's thought, Xin Ke agreed with Su Er's simulation... but wasn't this even funnier?

"It's too easy to guess. To be honest, you have magic, a magical technique that can break through reality, but the variety you've shown in this battle is really too meager. If the guy who pushed open this door when I shouted is really still here, I don't believe he won't jump out and show his power and presence."

"After all, they're basically guys whose brains are all about fists and bigger fists... Ugh! What's with this creepy feeling?! Xin Ke! I have a bad feeling!"

As he spoke, a chill suddenly spread from Suer's tailbone upwards, making him feel as if he were standing in a frozen wasteland. It was so cold.

Then he didn't hesitate to send out a distress call.

"Is this abnormal?!"

"...No, at least I didn't see any unusual gathering of elves. It's just your imagination, Mr. Monkey." Xin Ke was a little nervous when she suddenly heard Su Er's shout. She rushed over but found nothing. Only Su Er was nervously tense.

“…Okay,” Suer was somewhat embarrassed about making a false police report, but this was a matter of life and death that could not be taken lightly, and no abnormality could be overlooked.

"Keep searching, keep searching."

After passing Xin Ke and walking into the treehouse, Su Er began to carefully observe whether there were any fresh traces left from recent touching.

The room wasn't well lit, so he could only squint and search by the light coming in from the windows and doorway.

"Think about it carefully, according to your theory, Mr. Monkey, aren't I the same kind of being as a forest elf?" Xin Ke's voice came from above Su Er's head. This woman had just gone to the second floor to check.

'Does this even need asking?! Have you really forgotten what you looked like when we first met?!'—Of course, I couldn't say that out loud.

Suer's intelligence was not, after all, so low as to be considered low.

"Well~, I just think Miss Nirbalen, you have quite a talent for acting, and you control everything very well, don't you?" After clearing her throat slightly, Suer answered softly to the top of her head.

"Really? I knew it... Actually, I thought so too~", Xin Ke's full and elegant voice came from upstairs. "Not to brag, but I quite like acting, and I've never been discovered to be one in the clan~"

Ah, I can definitely see that.

Hua Guanqing, those who know, know.

It was one thing if ordinary forest elves couldn't tell the difference, but Sull once again began to doubt the abilities of Kenas, the creator of the forest elves.

Are you sure you can do it?

As expected, the detailed search took a long time. Suer almost lost his patience and considered just skimming through it, but his rationality stopped him in time.

Twenty-odd years can take away so much. Many things that were once glamorous have turned to dust with just a touch from Suer—or worse, they rotted into a mess without even being touched.

After a busy day, Suer and Xinke not only failed to find much of what they needed, but they also didn't expand the area they had searched much. After all, for safety reasons, the two of them did not split up, but chose to work together instead.

Incidentally, although they didn't show any overt vigilance, Suer and Xinke never let their guard down, yet they still didn't see the owner of the handprint when they finished work.

Chapter 133 Melwall

Playing with a sharp, gleaming short sword in his hand, Suer had no resistance to things that brought him a sense of security just by looking at them, and this was one of the few gains he had made during this period.