Frilian: Starting with Wind Spirit and Moon Shadow, Playing Through the Heavens

Celia glanced back, then crossed her arms and spoke calmly:

"I don't have any particular thoughts, it's up to you."

"Whether you kill them or just leave, these guys are nothing but ants to me."

"But considering we're new to this world, let's play it safe."

"But I don't want to be tied up. If they insist on doing it, can I fight back?"

Celia also had her own plans; she wanted to use these elves to learn about this unfamiliar world.

However, due to the language barrier and the sudden conflict, a fight seemed inevitable.

Ronan nodded: "Of course, as long as they don't die."

As they talked, the two finalized a general plan of action.

Seria waved her hand and swatted away an approaching elf who was trying to attack her.

Then, she walked a few steps to the dark-skinned elf whose expression had suddenly changed and who was about to raise his sword, grabbed his shoulder, and said in a calm but threatening tone:

I know you can't understand what I'm saying, and I don't want you to understand it either.

"The situation is now very clear: all of you combined are no match for me."

So, just be honest.

After saying that, she patted the other person on the shoulder, adopted a senior-like demeanor, and walked forward unhurriedly.

The dark-skinned elf watched her departing figure, cold sweat beading on his forehead.

It wasn't until she had walked several meters away that she felt all the strength drain from her body. Her legs went weak, and she knelt on the ground, panting heavily.

How...how terrifying! Who exactly is this blonde elf? She gives off an aura that's even more unfathomable than the Queen.

Just as the dark-skinned elf was pondering...

"Team...Captain!"

The team members' exclamations snapped her out of her thoughts.

A group of people gathered around, asking her with concern if she had been hurt.

Other team members ran to treat their injured teammates.

Seeing the rather chaotic scene, one person couldn't help but ask:

"Captain, are you alright? Who is that woman? She seems so arrogant."

"Doesn't she recognize us?"

It's not just that she looks like it; her actions are completely undisguised.

The dark-skinned elf was speechless for a moment.

She raised her head, sheathed her rapier, exhaled, and barely suppressed the fear in her heart before shaking her head:

"I'm not sure, but it's probably close."

“If they are ancient elves, they certainly wouldn’t recognize us.”

"Tell Her Majesty about this as well, saying that...an old relic has come out."

"Should we still arrest her?" another team member asked cautiously.

"Arrest?" Upon hearing this, the dark-skinned elf glanced at the person who asked the question with a slightly speechless expression.

Although I really wanted to yell "Are you out of your mind?", I remembered my mission and calmed down.

"Let's catch up with her first."

The dark-skinned elf stood up.

The next second, she suddenly saw Ronan standing still not far away.

Unsure of Ronan's strength, she hesitated for a moment, then mustered her courage, stepped forward, bowed her head, and spoke in her own language:

"Hello."

Although Ronan couldn't understand her words, he knew from her bowed head that she had given in.

A smile playing on the corners of his mouth, not bad.

Then, he followed her toward the nearby outpost.

……

"Yes, that's about right."

"It's unclear how long they've lived in the labyrinth, but one thing is certain: we're no match for that blonde elf."

"I couldn't even withstand the aura she exuded."

Inside the outpost, in a room, a dark-skinned elf, holding a smaller elf, reported to the elf queen on the other end via a communication device.

"Your Majesty, what do you think we should do about this?"

"And that tall man, he seems very strong too, but I really don't dare to test his strength again."

In this world, the so-called tall people are humans. The relationship between humans and elves is neither good nor bad.

However, because humans have relatively short lifespans, some elves regard humans as children.

However, after today's incident, the dark-skinned elf dared not think that way anymore.

The Queen listened quietly to the report on the other end of the communication line, pondered for a moment, and then said:

"Even you are no match for them? They are indeed very strong. Let's not act rashly for now and find out their origins first."

"Has anything been analyzed about the language they speak so far?"

The dark-skinned elf truthfully replied:

"That's exactly what I wanted to report. We haven't been able to identify any corresponding language for the language they spoke."

"We suspect that there may be other life forms inside the maze, and of course, we cannot rule out the possibility that it is some kind of self-created language."

The Queen was silent for a moment, then coined a new language. It sounded absurd, but she had to admit that the probability of this happening still existed.

After thinking for a while, she finally gave the order:

"Then continue the investigation. I will send other teams to support you so that we can completely conquer the maze as soon as possible."

"Is there anything else important? If not, let's leave it at that for now."

"Teach them the common language first. If necessary, you can use some unconventional methods, but don't neglect that senior."

The dark-skinned elf nodded respectfully: "Yes."

Before the call ended, she asked one last question:

"Is it limited to that senior?"

After she finished speaking, she received the reply, "You decide for yourself," and the call was disconnected.

The dark-skinned elf thoughtfully put down the communication device.

She touched her intact pointed ear, thinking of the team members who had part of their ears cut off for crimes and came here to atone for their sins.

An idea immediately came to mind.

She summoned a female elf, unlike the other androgynous beings, whose physical characteristics were very obvious and whose skin was fair.

She looked tired and listless, as if she could never wake up.

But when she heard the captain's words, her previously dim eyes instantly lit up with excitement.

“Melve, you go and teach that tall man the common language.”

"I remember you were imprisoned for stalking, following, and threatening others to marry you."

"Although this crime is not very serious in theory, who gave you the right to threaten the youngest son of the Earl's family?"

"Therefore, according to the previously established ruling, you will have to work here for another two hundred years."

"But now, you have an opportunity for a reduced sentence."

"That senior is too arrogant. We probably won't get anything out of her, but that tall person might be a different story."

“You have a lot of leverage. If you can get one piece of valuable information out of me, you can get your sentence reduced by ten years.”

There is no limit to the number of times a sentence can be reduced, until the sentence is served and the prisoner is released.

"So, are you willing to accept this job?"

Chapter 142, Labyrinth: The Tower of Night Cries; A New Legendary Magic, Listening to the Voice of All Things.

Melf accepted on the spot; in her eyes, it was the happiest thing ever.

It's important to understand that not everyone has the opportunity for a reduced sentence.

Although she had no interest in tall people, the one she met today was different; he was more handsome than some elves.

Whether you succeed or not depends on your methods.

She took a deep breath:

"Yes, I guarantee I'll complete the mission. But what about that senior, Captain? What are your plans?"

"These two must have a close relationship, although I believe I have enough charm and means to win him over."

"But if my seniors see this, I'm worried..."

Love is precious, but life is more valuable. She could never bring herself to be beaten to death before she was even released from prison.

If the captain cannot make any guarantees, then the way things are going to go next needs to be carefully considered.

The dark-skinned elf thought for a moment and answered affirmatively:

"I will arrange for the two to be in different rooms and their teaching times will be staggered."

"If they insist on living together, there's nothing we can do but use the mornings and afternoons."

"But don't forget, your task is only to gather information; any extra work is only allowed if it benefits the mission."

"Understood." Melf nodded, realizing she was just a tool.