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443 Claire's Shock

Illustrator: Just a little trivia: Every adult elf and half-elf has a unique elven mark on their butt. It looks a bit like a leaf, but also like a long sword.

Scarlet Snake Fairy:?

Upskirt Maniac: ???

Hatchet Girl: Pfft, that's just trivia! Also, how did you know there was a mark on someone's butt? Ah Li-chan, were you peeping at someone taking a shower?

Illustrator: How can you call it peeking? I'm just observing scientifically! Elves are, after all, a non-human race, and creatures from another world. Shouldn't we document in detail the differences between them and humans? This is social science research, and it's crucial!

Skirt-lifting maniac: Wrong logic! Ah Li-chan, you really can't do this! You'll become a perverted uncle. Half-elves have human rights too!

Foul-mouthed Suit Guy: No, no, no, I don't agree with you! Human rights are relative. This half-elf is just a defeated captive. Even if she has human rights, they should be limited. I think this scientific observation is fine. Xiaolili should do more popular science like this.

Curly: That's right, Gin-san, I'm also very interested in the physical characteristics of elves!

Soul Society's villain: Are you interested in science, or are you just craving someone's body? I don't think people should be so shameless, what do you think?

Angel of the Hidden Rain Village: I’m curious, what does this mark of hers mean?

The artist of the book: It should be something like a totem tattoo. I’ll ask you about it some other time.

After sending the message, Eriri left the bathroom door and sat back on the sofa. Her head and face were covered in a cloak, revealing only her emerald green eyes.

A few moments.

Claire also opened the bathroom door and walked out, wearing a thin one-piece pajamas. Seeing Eriri in the living room, she was slightly startled. "You're here, Mr. Death."

Several days passed, and she still hadn't seen the true face of the person before her. Coupled with Eriri's deliberately faked hoarse voice, she assumed it was a man.

"It seems you've gotten used to this place." Eriri nodded slowly and said calmly, "You didn't even try to escape."

"There's no point in running away." Claire took a breath and said, "The key to unlocking the teleportation array is engraved in Rhodes' soul. Now that he's dead, I can only wait for His Majesty's summons to return."

Her words were half true and half false. It was true that the key to the teleportation array was in the soul of the deceased dragon knight Rhodes. It was also true that the key completely disappeared after his death.

But this didn't mean she couldn't return to Edwin. The elven bloodline magic contained an inherent skill called "Return to Ancestral Land." After activation, within forty-four days, one could teleport back to their ancestral land from anywhere, regardless of distance or plane.

Of course, this skill also has the risk of being interrupted.

For example, the elves' slave-hunting teams were well aware of the characteristics of this skill, so they invented a magic-suppressing collar and gave it to every captured elf.

This magic-blocking collar can completely block all elven magic, even bloodline abilities.

However, from what Claire had learned over the past few days, it seemed that there was no equipment capable of suppressing magic in this world. Most of the professionals there were not even at the mid-level level of the Edwin Continent.

Only this God of Death was an exception. In the early stages of this magical energy outbreak, he possessed power no less than that of a saint.

Why is this Grim Reaper so special?

Claire was baffled and curious. So, for the time being, she decided to stay put and find out more about this Death God. This wasn't just for herself, but for the Empire as well.

"Really?" Eriri could tell the elf girl was hiding something, but she didn't press the issue. "Get dressed. I'll take you to Shinjuku today."

"Shinjuku?" Claire blinked and said, "Are there any milk tea shops like that?"

Claire, who had been in this world for a few days, had to admit that this world was not as backward and ignorant as she and Rhodes had thought.

Although the individual strength of humans here is weak, they have developed their own unique civilization.

For example, on Edwin Continent, magic lamps were needed for lighting, but here, electricity was used. The humans of this world, utilizing specialized energy materials for power generation and lighting, embarked on a completely different path from Edwin Continent.

Of course, Claire's favorite thing is the food and drinks in this world.

Plum rice balls, thousand-layer tofu, charcoal-grilled squid, French fries, double-skin milk, fruit tea... these are things that you can't eat or drink on the Edwin Continent, and they taste amazing!

Claire thought that if the Empire truly conquered the world, she could open a milk tea shop in peace. Being able to drink the fruit tea she wanted every day was simply incomparable happiness.

"Yeah, there are shops like that everywhere." Eriri stood up and glanced at her. "In this world, almost everyone can drink it."

"Everyone can drink it?" Claire was stunned, with a surprised expression on her face.

This is impossible! Those kinds of food and drinks are obviously only available to high-ranking professionals or even nobles! In this world, how could anyone drink them?

Although this half-elf girl knew a lot about the combat power in this world, she was still confused about the division of social classes.

This is mainly due to her insensitivity to this kind of social class and life.

Although she was a half-elf and was discriminated against in the upper class society of Edwin Continent, her position was still in the upper class society, there was no doubt about that.

Even if she is at the bottom of the social ladder, she still has no worries about food and clothing, and no material worries. This also leads to her personality still being in a certain pampered perspective, and she cannot see things from the perspective of the working people.

"Yes, everyone can drink it."

Eriri nodded and said, "You've just been hanging around our organization gathering intelligence, right? This kind of small-scale research won't reveal the true facts. If you want more accurate intelligence, you need to conduct a comprehensive investigation into society."

Uh.

Claire froze, feeling the embarrassment of being caught doing something wrong. She had thought her information gathering was discreet, but hadn't expected it to be under their noses the entire time?

444 Reckless Harry

Scarlet Snake Fairy: Thank you, Lei Zi. With your materials, I can build an armory here.

Skirt Lifting Maniac: Ah, you're welcome, Sister Moxie. Those materials are outdated anyway. I'm using automated robots to do the work now.

Curly-haired guy: Outdated product... If you do business like this, you will be called a profiteer.

Hatchet Girl: A typical profiteer who only cheats people he knows. She is a fighter among profiteers.

Skirt-lifting maniac: Hiss! Sister Mochou, you won’t scold me, will you?

Scarlet Snake Fairy: Don't worry, I won't scold you. And even if you give me the most advanced materials, I can't use them.

Li Mochou's situation is probably at the level of a rural area that has just been electrified. Even with the high-tech support from Academy City on the side of Ryoko Saten, it is impossible to fast-forward to a fully modern era.

Not only is productivity substandard, but the public's knowledge base is also insufficient. They might be able to flip a switch, but operating high-tech equipment is a stretch.

Hatchet Girl: Today I went back to that haunted school, following my memory, and it was all just wasteland. I couldn't see the school, or even the surrounding buildings.

Book artist: Wrong timing?

Eriri, holding a cup of milk tea, sent a message. Beside her, Claire stared at her intently, not blinking.

"Is there something wrong?" Ying Lili turned around and asked.

"No, I'm just curious about what you look like." Claire shook her head and said, "You shouldn't be very old, right?"

Although she hadn't seen his face, Claire could tell from his jade-white hands that he must be very young. Entering the Holy Land at such a young age, could he be the Son of God of this world?

Claire felt that she had uncovered the other person's truth.

"Here's a piece of advice: try not to look at things superficially." Eriri didn't answer her question directly, but said in a roundabout way, "That way you can truly see the essence."

"You speak a bit like Sage Klein." Claire blinked and looked around. "By the way, are these people really all civilians?"

"What else?" Eriri shrugged and said, "Those high-ranking rulers don't wander the streets like us every day. Because of the revival of spiritual energy, there are fewer people on the streets now. If it were before, it would even be packed with people."

"The high-level ruler, does that mean the emperor?" Claire asked after a moment of silence.

"No, the emperor of this country has become a shut-in mascot." Eriri shook her head and said, "The people who rule these countries now are a bunch of puppets, puppets fostered by the US."

"Even if he's a puppet, can he make the people of this country live and work in peace and contentment?" Claire was shocked, her face full of astonishment.

"What kind of peaceful and happy life is this?"

Eriri scoffed and said, "Of course, for you, it's a peaceful and happy life. After all, compared to your world, the lives of the people here are obviously much better. But true peace and happiness is not like this. It's far from it."

"Then, what does it mean to truly live and work in peace and contentment?" Claire's interest was piqued, and she wanted to know more.

Eriri took a breath and chuckled, "Of course the people are in charge."

Seeing Claire's face frozen in shock, Eriri ignored her and opened the group chat interface again.

Lazy Kitten: Ah, it seems like everyone is full of energy. I'm the only one who looks like a loser, just eating and waiting to die every day.

Scarlet Snake Fairy: Aren’t you also in business every day? Did you join that special forces team?

Lazy Kitten: Forget it! Ever since that day when I showed my power, those cultists and the like have completely vanished. Damn it!

Curly: You are a cat, you can’t be fucked, right?

Lazy Kitten: Are you making trouble? Are you making trouble? Is this a daily issue? Is this what I'm talking about?

Curly-haired guy: I understand the truth, but you really can’t fuck a dog!

Lazy Kitten: Shut up, idiot!

Angel of the Hidden Rain Village: You should know that quarreling will not solve the problem. If you understand what I mean, then stop quarreling.

This is an actor: So, there’s still a fight, right?

Jellal shook his head helplessly. His girlfriend sometimes just loved to watch the fun and wasn't afraid of getting into trouble. But that also showed her true nature: she was just a girl who loved to join in the fun.

That's pretty good.

Thinking of this, Jellal laughed out loud. He began to feel a little bit like being in love, and felt that he was really lucky to have a girlfriend like Konan.

Bang.

At this moment, the door of his dormitory was suddenly broken open violently.

Hermione, who had recovered, stood at the door and shouted loudly without regard for etiquette: "Something happened, Professor Ziklaine! Harry, Harry is chasing the basilisk!"

Harry? Chasing the Basilisk?

Jellal was stunned, his expression a bit bewildered. This young wizard was truly impressive. Did he not realize his own worth? With his level of magic, he was chasing a basilisk?

Despite complaining internally, Jellal remained calm. "Don't be nervous, just relax. Do you know where he went?"

"I think it's in the Chamber of Secrets!" Hermione exclaimed. "We've found the location of the Chamber of Secrets!"

"Very well, take me there." Gerald nodded, picked up his wand and walked out of his dormitory.

On the other side, Dumbledore's office.

"You mean, you found the location of the Chamber of Secrets?" Dumbledore looked at Ron in front of him and frowned.

"Yes, Professor!" Ron said anxiously, "Harry has already chased the basilisk in. I'm afraid he's in danger!"

"I understand." Dumbledore nodded and turned his gaze to the Phoenix beside him. "Fawkes, I'm afraid I'll have to trouble you this time."

The phoenix tilted its head in a very human way and flapped its wings at him.

Just as they were about to use Fox's spatial ability to travel through time, a shrill scream suddenly came from outside the lobby.

"No, it's coming!"

"Run, run! Go find the professors!"

"Oh my god, a basilisk! It's really a basilisk!"

445 Death of the Basilisk

hum.

The cyan-blue magic spell shot towards the basilisk in the square like a blade, colliding with its scales. The basilisk's skin was instantly torn apart, and it let out an angry roar.

But such an attack obviously could not cause fatal damage to it. Its two dark orange eyes turned to the greasy man Snape who attacked it.

Just as their eyes were about to meet, the stones on the ground suddenly bulged up, blocking them.

Snape turned his gaze to Professor McGonagall and nodded slightly in thanks. "Its eyes are a real problem."

"But its eyes are also the most vulnerable part of its body." Flitwick breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Ordinary spells alone cannot cause any damage to its body."

"If ordinary spells don't work, then use more powerful ones." Snape's tone was indifferent, but full of determination.

Given the basilisk's defensive power, ordinary spells would naturally not work. But Snape not only possessed ordinary spells, but also some extremely dangerous extreme magic.

For example, the Fierce Fire Curse.

Once this thing is used, it will definitely burn the target to ashes. No matter how strong the opponent's defense is, it will be useless. Not even a basilisk can stop it.

"Calm down, Severus." McGonagall seemed to have known what he was planning and shook her head. "Things are not that serious yet."

Using the Fiery Blaze Curse on the other basilisk would definitely work, but it was also an extremely dangerous spell. This spell had no ending spell, and if the magic power was not distributed equally, it would cause unimaginable disasters.

It is obviously not worth it to let the entire Hogwarts be engulfed in endless flames in order to kill the basilisk.

"Yes, stay calm!" Lockhart nodded on the other side, his voice trembling, "At this critical moment, you must stay calm. Don't be afraid, don't be afraid..."