Wearing black silk for a foreign woman

"What's not clear?" Efit, who had been silent for a long time, interrupted.

"The pattern on the dagger handle is too complicated, and the fingerprints left behind are incomplete." Linde frowned. "It is very difficult to distinguish."

"This..." Efit was stunned. "What about other parts? For example, the blade, isn't it very flat?"

"...Let's give it a try." Linde could only give it a try.

Compared to the handle, the body of the dagger is very smooth and made of metal, so it is easy to leave complete fingerprints. However, this dagger has been stabbed into Mara's eyes. Even if there are fingerprints on it, they are likely to be wiped off by the contamination of so much blood and flesh.

If this was the 21st century before the time travel, perhaps there would be a way to find fingerprints in this situation, but it was obvious that with only elementary school science experiment-level materials, it was impossible for Lind to extract fingerprints in this situation.

As expected, no fingerprints were found on the front half of the dagger. The final result was only the incomplete and interrupted fingerprints on the handle.

If this fingerprint is compared with a computer, perhaps the person can be found, but now Lind can only use the most primitive comparison.

There is no way. If it is incomplete, it is incomplete. It is better than having nothing.

So, Lind started comparing with these intermittent and incomplete fingerprints.

The first one to be compared is Efit.

"Don't worry, Efit, I'm not doubting you. It's just that since everyone in the camp has to look at it, as a lord and my secretary, you have to set an example. This is also to make everyone cooperate." Before starting the comparison, Lind patiently explained to Efit.

"It's okay, I understand." Efit said considerately, holding out his hands and opening them. "Please."

Putting the dagger aside, Lind began to carefully compare the fingerprints on Efit's palm.

Judging from the shape of the fingers and fingerprints left on the dagger, it should be held by the left hand, which means he is left-handed?

"Are you left-handed?" Lind asked casually.

"No, I'm right-handed." Efit shook his head.

"Really?" Linde frowned calmly.

As far as I can remember, Efit has always used his right hand, but...

Since the fingerprints on the dagger were not continuous and a little blurry, and it was a naked eye identification, Lind looked at it very slowly. Efit did not urge him, but just quietly let Lind look at his hand.

"Okay." After a long while, Lind let go of Efit's hand. "It seems it wasn't you."

"What a pity." Efit joked.

"If it really is Efit, Lind will be very troubled." Elisa also agreed.

After comparing Efit, Lind asked the two to call all the women in the camp whose heights matched, and he wanted to compare them one by one. Ignore the body shape for now, because it can be filled in from small to large.

After both of them went out, the smile on Lind's face disappeared and he fell into painful contemplation.

Efit, it's you.

Although the fingerprints were incomplete and unclear, the clear parts matched Efit's left hand exactly. More importantly, Efit was lying.

She said she was right-handed, but when Lind observed her hands, he found that the tendons of her left hand, especially the tendons of the dorsiflexor muscles, were well developed, which was evidence that she often used her left hand to do fine movements. She was ambidextrous, or she was originally left-handed and learned to use her right hand later in life.

"Aifite..." Linde covered his face in pain.

Chapter 287: Testing Efit

Elisa and Efit were both sent out by Lind on the pretext of calling for help, leaving Lind alone in the tent.

Linde was alone, lost in thought.

The masked man who jumped off the cliff with Alisa and blinded Mara together with Alisa, thus winning and avoiding being dragged into endless killing and anger by the Blood God, was actually Efit! ?

The truth was too shocking. To be on the safe side, Lind still had to compare all the women in the camp who matched the height. But reason told Lind that this was the answer.

Efit, she is a cultist.

Judging from the cursed weapon inhabited by the evil god demon, Efit should be a cultist who believes in the evil god. According to Lind's understanding, the evil god should represent the ultimate stimulation. To put it simply and crudely, it can be understood as addiction, and the dependence on something is getting heavier and heavier.

Take coffee as an example. At first, drinking a cup of coffee can refresh you, but as time goes by, if you want to get the same refreshing effect, you have to drink more coffee, and eventually you reach the point of drinking coffee before going to bed.

In short, the characteristic of the followers of the God of Evil is the pursuit of increasingly intense stimulation.

In hindsight, Efit does have the characteristics of a follower of the evil god. She has a charming appearance and versatile abilities. Normally, if you find a cultist, you should purify her immediately, but...

Linde was a little hesitant.

Linde really couldn't bring himself to purify such a beautiful and capable secretary.

And until now, she has not done anything harmful to others, and most importantly, she saved her own life and Elisa's life.

Lind remembered the situation very clearly. Alisa and Efit jumped off the cliff, one of them blinded one of Mara's eyes, and then Alisa fell to the ground and couldn't move. If Efit hadn't rescued Alisa in time, Alisa would have been burned to death by the high temperature.

Lind couldn't purify a capable girl like Efit who saved his life just by relying on her uncertain identity as a cultist.

Discuss the deeds but not the heart.

Let's test it first, Linde decided. Let's test what Efit wants to do as a cultist and what his purpose is, and then decide how to deal with Efit.

"Master, all the people you requested have been brought here." After waiting in the tent for a while, Elisa and Efit came back, followed by a group of women of similar height.

"Well, thank you for your hard work." Lind nodded as if he knew nothing. "Let them line up and come in one by one."

Soon, under Efit's command, all the women who were brought in lined up and walked into the tent, stretching out their hands for Lind to compare.

At Lind's deliberate request, Efit maintained order outside the tent, while Alisa accompanied him inside the tent.

In order to make sure whether his judgment was correct, Linde carefully compared the hands of each girl. When these young women had their hands grabbed by Linde, the young and handsome lord, their faces couldn't help but turn red.

"If you have your own territory, maybe you will have enough illegitimate children to form a legion like the elector." In the gap between comparisons, Elisa complained sourly.

Linde looked at Alyssa expressionlessly.

Not many people were gathered by the two men. Originally, the number of females in the camp was slightly less than that of males, and there were even fewer people who met the required height requirements. Although Lind wanted to compare them carefully, most people could find obvious differences by just observing the fingerprints on their palms, so the comparison work was quickly completed.

It was noon when the last female comparison was completed.

"How is it? Did you get anything?" Efit, who was maintaining order outside, lifted the door curtain and walked in after the last person went out.

"No." Linde smiled bitterly and shook his head. "No one fits the bill."

"That means the masked man is not from the camp?" said Elisa.

No, it was someone from the camp, and right in front of him. Lind looked at Efit, who had his hands behind his back and an innocent expression on his face. His acting was really good.

"Maybe, but we can't completely rule out the possibility." Lind shook his head. "As I said just now, the fingerprint is incomplete, so it's not surprising that it can't be matched."

"Since there is no match, it is possible that it is not in the camp." Efit smiled. "It is getting late, we should have lunch. This is your order, Master~"

"That's right... let's eat then."

So, Efit brought out her special bread from the tavern.

"My special lees bread!" Efit said as if offering a treasure. "This is the lees bread I made with the lees left over from brewing wine. It is also the specialty of my grandfather's tavern. Come and try it together."

Compared to the rough black bread, the texture and taste of Efit's special wine lees bread are much better, and I don't know if it's because the flour has been sifted or for some other reason, but the taste is very close to the refined bread that Linde had before he crossed over. It must be said that this reminded Linde of the comfortable and convenient life in his previous life, and then he thought of black silk.

When Linde thought that such a capable person like Efit was actually a cultist, he became more and more conflicted.

"What do you think the cultist's purpose might be?" After the three of them had eaten something and felt that it was about time, Lind began to test the waters.

"What purpose?" Elisa looked puzzled.

"That's the purpose of that cultist lurking in the camp." Lind said casually. "Since we can't find it for the time being, let's change our thinking and think about what she might want to do."

"I'm sorry, I believe in Mamiel, the goddess of magic. I don't know what's going on in the minds of cultists. Also, the priests have taught us that when dealing with cultists, if we don't know their intentions, we shouldn't think too much and just stop them in the simplest way possible," Alyssa replied.

"I believe in Bacchus, the god of wine and banquets, so I don't know either," Efit continued.

Bacchus, the god of wine and banquets, Lind silently remembered this name. This must be a vest of the god of evil.

"I was wondering, as a cultist who believes in the evil god, why would she save me and you, Alisa?" Lind continued. "Since she is an evil cultist, why would she do this? Shouldn't she have some evil plan?"

"Master." Perhaps the word "evil" stimulated Efit, who put down the bread and looked like he was reminiscing. "I once heard a bard tell a story in a tavern about the evil cultists of the evil god..."

Chapter 288 Sugar-Coated Bullet

A story told by a bard? Lind instantly became interested. Whether this story was true or not, it was definitely closely related to Efit's purpose.

"What story?" Upon hearing there was a story, Elisa became excited and looked at Efit expectantly.

"This is a story about the high elves." Efit said. "Do you know the high elves?"

High elves? The group that likes to imprison orcs and treat them as bean sprouts for their star efforts?

No, it’s not the group of nymphomaniacs who exchanged sides with the orcs that Lind had seen in the book before he traveled through time, but a race that exists in this world.

"I've heard of them," Lind replied. "It is said that they live on the western island of Atlantis. They are a beautiful race that is good at magic."

"Not only have I heard about it, I've also seen it with my own eyes," Alisa continued. "When I was in magic school, I saw the high elves from Atlantis coming to communicate with me."

"Oh? Are they beautiful?" Lind asked.

"They are very beautiful." Alyssa frowned. "Remember the dead dark elf? They look similar, but... how should I put it, they are very arrogant and always look down on others."

"Hahaha." Lind laughed, feeling that it was more in line with the traditional image of an elf.

"My story is about the high elves." Efit put his hands on the table. "Have you heard of the name of Elarion?"

Linde shook his head in confusion.

"...The first Supreme King?" Elisa said after thinking for a moment.

"Yes, he is the first High King of the High Elves." Efit smiled. "And the story I want to tell is related to the first High King of the High Elves, Alarion."

"Legend has it that a long, long time ago, before the Holy Empire was established, the high elves were all independent and had no unified leader..."

In Efit's narration, a cliché story began. To put it simply, a long, long time ago, the world was in chaos, and the high elves faced the attack of evil gods and demons, and were leaderless. Then, at the critical moment, a powerful figure appeared, unified the high elves, and launched a counterattack against the invading evil gods and demons.

In this story, this awesome character is the first High King, Alarion.

The next story is also very simple, you can guess it without reading it. The first Supreme King Alarion led the army, swept across the world, swept the eight directions, and won the hearts and minds of the people. It was a very standard Long Aotian script.

When talking about Long Aotian, there would naturally be a plot where the tiger's body trembles and the delicate body softens, and then Lin De was not surprised at all and heard a similar plot.

"...Alarian led the army and continued to recapture the territories occupied by demons. After defeating the evil demon, Alarian rescued a high elf prophetess, an extremely beautiful prophetess."

"This prophetess is called Moras."

"The prophetess Moras was not only full of wisdom and beauty, but also good at poetry and dance. She fell in love with Alarion who saved her at first sight and took the initiative to pledge her love to him. In the end, Moras's perseverance touched the powerful Alarion and she became Moras' second wife."

"A second wife?" Lind interrupted. "He has a harem?"

"The high elves practice monogamy," Alyssa said speechlessly. "The first High King's first wife died at the hands of the devil."

"I see." Lind nodded.

"After becoming Alerion's wife, Moras exerted her abilities to the fullest, using her powerful magic and profound wisdom to assist Alerion, and using her body to relieve Alerion's fatigue." Efit continued. "The couple worked together perfectly and gave birth to a son."

"Only one son?" Linde interrupted again. "Isn't it said that Moras is extremely beautiful?"

"The fertility rate of the high elves is very low. Atlantis now has laws regulating the frequency of intercourse for each couple." Elisa said with a squint.

"Huh? How often do you have sex?"

"Could you please stop interrupting me?" Elisa said with a blushing face.

"Hehe." Efit chuckled and continued, "Although Moras and Alarion seem to be very affectionate, in fact, Moras is a follower of the evil god. The reason why she approached Alarion was because of the evil god's order, in order to stab Alarion at the critical moment."

"Oh?" Linde perked up and came to the point.

"Originally, according to the order of the evil god, Moras would have killed Alarion when he was off guard after gaining his trust," said Efit. "As strong as the first High King was, he was completely defenseless against the conspiracy of the man next to him in his exhaustion after falling asleep under the bed."

"So is Ellarion dead?" Hearing Efit's ups and downs in the tone, Elisa was also attracted by the story.

"No." Efit smiled. "Moras really fell in love with Alarion, and refused the evil god's order, and planned to take another method to complete the evil god's order."

"any solution?"

"Let Alarion also believe in the evil god." Efit said. "Moras' plan is to use his beautiful appearance and perfect body to make Alarion indulge in pleasure and eventually fall into the arms of the evil god."

"In the beginning, Moras was indeed close to success, but in the end, Alarion put on his armor, picked up his weapon, and set foot on the battlefield from which he was destined not to return, leaving Moras crying while holding his son."

"In the end, Alarion never came back, and that's the end of the story," Efit finished.

"This is the only story I've ever heard that's related to the evil cultists." After finishing the story, Efit looked at Lind. "I wonder if this can help."

"It's a good story to listen to." Linde smiled. "What happened after that? Didn't Moras survive? What happened to her afterwards?"

"I don't know about that. The story ends here, and the bard didn't continue." Efit said with a smile.