Elf Archer of Life in Another World

Human territory, Temple Academy.

Sarah had forgotten how long she had been in the restricted area of ​​the library.

Every time she took her thoughts back from the pages of the book and looked up, all she saw was the unchanging flickering light and the gray glass window hanging high on the top.

Originally, she thought she had received an advanced mission confined to a narrow room. Although it was a bit special, it was not much more difficult than other advanced missions or other players' advanced missions.

Later, she discovered that she was being hidden and protected because she and her mercenary group accidentally became wanted criminals in the mainland.

But now, she felt that she was actually being imprisoned, or even more so, being used as a bargaining chip, for example, to mobilize their good leader who had an overly strong sense of responsibility.

If we estimate according to normal standards, every time Dean Agate comes to bring her food and water, it should be a day and night.

However, based on Sarah's perception of her character's hunger and fatigue, Agate is only ensuring her minimum survival - the kind of survival based on the player's special characteristics.

This inevitably gave Sara a very interesting question:

If the online and offline behaviors of players are instilled into the NPCs in the game as a kind of "common sense knowledge", will there be any "people" who question this common sense? Will anyone try to break this kind of knowledge?

What about “common sense”?

Unfortunately, Sara is not an expert in human behavior or artificial intelligence. This question only stayed in her mind for a few seconds before being replaced by another worry:

How is she going to get out of here.

Sara believed that this should be one of the safest places on the entire continent of Gaia, but she really didn't like to turn this kind of security against the enemy into a strong one against herself.

After careful observation and many attempts, Sara focused on these bookshelves again and read them one by one with great patience.

She initially borrowed a task of "finding information". Since books in the restricted book area cannot be taken out, this task also has a hidden description, which is to memorize all the contents of the information.

If we explain it in terms of game steps, it means finding the relevant books and then reading the required content, because the act of "reading" already allows the player to automatically record the content.

Sarah discovered that for her, the act of "reading" also meant increased game experience points.

Of course, not every book in the restricted book area could pass the "read" test, and during the screening process, she discovered another interesting thing.

All books that can be converted into empirical values ​​are related to a special force, either recording its history or expounding its theory.

The Temple of the True God is the new camp that will basically be on the opposite side of the Holy Temple Church.

It is not surprising that such books appear in an inclusive college. Moreover, they are still scattered among the vast collection of books. Perhaps, this has nothing to do with Dean Agate's position...

...

If you really collect these books with an academic research mentality, then why should you separate them one by one—or even? into several volumes—scattered among other unrelated books.

Is this method of hiding trees in the forest a bit deliberate?

Sarah kept her observations and guesses in mind for the time being, opened the next book without haste, and read the lines of text with some real interest.

Suddenly, a special word jumped into her sight, and the moment she read it, she knocked on the door to the advanced mission and pushed it open a gap.

Rhythm.(rhythm)

Everything flows,out ahing has its tides; all things rise and fall.

The sound of successful advancement sounded in her ears. Sara closed the book gently, recalling the fleeting inspiration, split it into easy-to-understand steps, and found a specific release object for it.

She lowered her head and first heard the roar of blood in her chest like a rising tide. She shook her head, corrected the focus of her attention, and turned back the accelerated time before more wrinkles appeared on the back of her hands.

Sara's gaze was like a rusty pendulum. When it swung to the left, the pages in her hand gradually became new, and the white paper exuded the scent of fresh ink. When it swung to the right, the pages turned yellow and became brittle, as if

Several centuries have passed.

All cycles are just tricks played by time, but the scale used to measure time is too long, which makes this rhythm of ebb and flow appear particularly gentle.

Sara stood up and walked towards the closed iron door leading to the outside world from the restricted book area.

The book in her hand had weathered into a handful of sawdust, falling with her footsteps like the most inconspicuous dust.

...

In the beam of sunlight that came in from the window, Nick saw countless flying dust, as if it was being held by something and could not fall away.

He looked back at the closed brown wooden door, turned on his heels, and then faced the door while leaning on the stone pillar in the hall. He folded his hands in front of his chest and tapped the fingers of one hand to enter the final countdown.

It has been almost an hour since Simil took John away.

Simil's missionary work in Tecklenburg was carried out very smoothly. He already had a decent prayer room in the palace, and he gave real blessings to the local knights of Tecklenburg with great fanfare.

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After Nick and John delivered the goods, they planned to leave here and immediately return to the academy to release Sarah.

At this time, Simiel regretfully told them that the news that the two wanted criminals had entered Tecklenburg had been known to neighboring countries, and a manhunt was set up along the border.

Before Nick killed Simiel, he raised a question that Nick and the two could not ignore: how John, the paladin, would face the accountability of the Templar Church.

Unlike the Holy Mage who graduated from the Temple Academy, the Paladin profession is the same as the Light-type Holy Mage in terms of setting, and both rely on the power given by the God of Creation to exist.

Now, by assisting Nick in kidnapping the heretics being executed by the Templar Church, John has already betrayed this gifted power.

Shortly after entering Tecklenburg, Nick noticed something strange about John, so he took the dying little prince from his back and carried him into the palace.

Finally, Nick accepted Simil's proposal on behalf of the weakened John and completely completed the job transfer to the new camp.

Nick rarely makes decisions for others, but John's shy character and special communication style are really not suitable for negotiating with the cunning and unscrupulous Simil.

John has an unconditional trust in everyone in the Christmas Clown mercenary group regardless of the reason or gain or loss. He is not good at words and will only act silently and sit quietly. Therefore, each of them also

They are all willing to shoulder his trust and not let him down or regret.

Nick tapped his toes at three o'clock, and the dust in the beam of sunlight was suddenly blown away by the wind, and rushed towards the wooden door that was still closed.

Almost at the same time, the dust that had rushed towards him turned around and fell back on Nick's shoulders as he walked to the door.

The wooden door was opened from the inside, and John walked out, pushing up his visor and smiling shyly and apologetically at him.

"How it feels? (How does it feel?)"

Nick couldn't help but laugh, punched him on the shoulder, and whistled loudly.

"In the shadow of his hand, he hid me." (Isaiah 49:2)

John's eyes were bright, like a docile deer, staring at Nick quietly. The silver armor on his body lost its light, then gradually lost its color, and seemed to have lost the sense of three-dimensional space at the same time.

Nick was frowning when he saw that John's figure had become very light and pale, and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

He looked down, then turned around, and found that the shadow under his feet did not move at all.

Nick heard John chuckle proudly, and a black sheathed sword stretched out from his own shadow and lightly tapped his ankle.

...

When the clear sword light passed through the mottled moon shadow, the gorgeous fireworks in the night sky of Dagda also became gaudy.

The people standing on the ground all raised their heads and looked at the girl who was relaxing her hands in mid-air. They couldn't help but be surprised by her agility. When she raised her wrist to raise the knife, her heart palpitated at the sharp coldness.

There was a faint sound of music in the wind. It was not like it was coming from any musical instrument, but the aftermath of the night wind and moonlight being stirred up. Along with the broken ripples of the fireworks, I was first caught by my eyes, and then I was caught.

Binaural capture.

The plain dance clothes changed patterns and colors with the fireworks all over the sky. The simple style did not highlight any part that attracted people's imagination. Even the girl's face was mostly covered by a mask.

Pure dance also blurs specific appearance, gender and race into purely human concepts, vividly displaying human strength and softness.

This seems to be some kind of prayer-like dance with religious overtones, but rather than asking for help from heaven, rather than pleasing the unknown gods, it is more like a declaration and negotiation, a proud invitation to the gods.

Take the initiative to condescend rather than cowardly to seduce God's favor.

Young Master Yan looked at the audience's reaction and gave a thumbs up to Nian who was playing the xun beside him. He was about to praise Qi Youfeng who was also responsible for the costumes and styling, but he saw him staring intently at Nian dancing in the air.

When I was young, I wisely did not disturb him.

Tang Qingli noticed Young Master Yan's movements and was embarrassed to speak suddenly at this time, so she patted his arm gently.

Young Master Yan cast a questioning look.

Tang Qingli glanced around and saw Su Ze drawing. He casually pulled out a blank piece of drawing paper, wrote a line of words on it, and handed it to him to read.

Young Master Yan suddenly had a headache.

Tang Qingli asked if they had reminded every year to report their name after the performance and introduce the name of their team. After all, this is a competition that requires audience voting.

If we publicize it after a period of time, it may be fished in troubled waters, or it may be deliberately confused by someone with good intentions.

It seems... no one has really reminded her, she should remember it herself... right?

Gongziyan looked up at the dancing Nian Nian again, and suddenly felt that the name of their team did not match the dance.

He himself also dislikes the team name a little bit.

Young Master Yan also glanced around and saw that Su Ze was putting down his painting brush and writing three big characters in the blank space of the painting. Under Su Ze's resentful eyes, he hung the painting on the roof of the float.

Anyway, this painting shows dancing Nian Nian. Who knows, with the blessing of Su Ze's painting skills, the popularity can be even more?

Young Master Yan looked at Qi Youfeng with burning eyes again.

I hope that after today, this friend will not have more love rivals.

...

"I like her and want her to be my friend."

At the other end of Dagda, on the branches of a tall cedar tree, three figures were sitting or standing.

Shao Wu looked at the elf man who spoke and looked away.

She didn't like this man's eyes, especially the twinkling light in his eyes at this moment.

"Is that an elf?" Another elf woman asked curiously - her appearance was very similar to that of the elf man, and she should be a twin.

"You can't tell." Dionysus squinted his eyes, like a snake. "It doesn't have pointed ears, but its eyes are green. I don't remember other races having this kind of eye color."

"Her name is Niannian, and she is the younger sister of the president of Xingtianxia." Shao Wu said calmly, "When the Huaxia District was officially opened, it provided players with a service to modify their appearance."

"Xing Tianxia?" Dionysus felt that these three words sounded familiar.

"I remember," Su Anna was a little excited, "I like her brother, you like his sister, and we love each other. Isn't this just right?"

Shao Wu frowned slightly: "That girl Nian Nian already has a lover, so does Nian Nian."

"Don't get me wrong, don't get me wrong," Dionysus calmed down his expression and looked at Shao Wu, "We didn't mean that. I just think that Miss Nian Nian is very good and will be the person we need."

"In that case, you might as well contact him and see what plans he has next." Shao Wu looked into the distance - as an ordinary person, she could only vaguely see a figure in mid-air.

"He has told us the plan, we can handle it ourselves." Dionysus smiled, but his tone was a little cold.

"What he told you was a plan, not a step. I believe you will need more detailed and specific guidance." Shao Wu was unmoved and said calmly.

"It is precisely because he believes in us that he is not so verbose and noisy." Su Anna said sharply.

Shao Wu glanced at her and said nothing.

Dionysus put his arm around his sister's waist and said softly: "Don't be angry. Can we call the Chinese president to chat with you later?"

"What about Nian Nian?" Su Anna pulled his sleeve a little aggrievedly.

"Don't worry," Dionysus said gently, "don't forget to bring your harp, and together we will perform a song for the guest, ensuring that he will never forget you."

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Note: What Sarah saw was one of the seven laws that govern all things in "The Kybalion". "The Kybalion" is the teaching of Hermes (I mentioned it before), the origin teacher of Western alchemy. But

There is definitely no discussion of alchemical theory or philosophy here, just borrowing its extended meaning.