Chapter 397 - Ans, Who Never Hurts His Compatriots (1/2)

Sensing the biting frost on his face, Losandel was drowning in desperation.

He didn’t know why the human Mage was attacking him, but the man was obviously not a friend.

He even thought of suicide, but his limbs had each been restrained by a blue Hand of Magic, making it impossible for him to struggle.

He could only manage to raise his head and watch the human Mage approach him from the dark.

He was both angry and frightened.

What would the man do? Torture him, or kill him instantly?

Losandel had always been fond of moonlight. He suddenly found it romantic to be killed on such a night when the moon was s.h.i.+ning brilliantly.

It was every elf’s wish to die next to their favorite things.

That way, their withering would be beautiful too.

Observing the half-elf’s face, Roland found that he was scared first, relieved later, and even somehow delighted in the end. He couldn’t help but wonder if something was wrong with the half-elf’s head.

He sighed and asked, “May I ask if you are Losandel?”

“Why bother asking my name? Just kill me if you want.” Losandel, like a drama queen, scoffed. “I will never betray my people.”

Roland raised his eyebrow and heaved a sigh.

There was obviously a misunderstanding, but he didn’t have a choice. The half-elf would’ve fled if Roland hadn’t caught him.

Next to the road were trees, and the elves were in the woods what fish were in a deep lake. It would be barely possible for Roland to find him, so Roland could only capture him, albeit more roughly than he should’ve.

“I don’t want to do anything to you.” Squatting before him, Roland said, “Betta recommended I come here. I need you to help me contact Ans for something important.”

“Betta.” Losandel looked at the stranger in surprise. “Wait. What’s your name?”

“Roland.”

“Why didn’t you tell me that sooner?” Losandel cried pitifully.

Roland smiled awkwardly. “You would’ve fled if I hadn’t caught you, and I might not be able to find you again.”

“Can you let go of me now?” Losandel stared at Roland, not very happily.

Roland shrugged in embarra.s.sment.

Half a minute later, Losandel patted his clothes and said, “Both Betta and Elder Ans mentioned your name before. You must be of some significance to Elder Ans. I can deliver a message for you, but it’s not up to me whether or not you will be received.”

“Of course. Thank you very much.” Roland thought for a moment and said, “Why don’t I buy you dinner as compensation?”

“Dinner sounds good.” Losandel’s eyes glittered.

Then, Roland led Losandel to the inn and ordered a lot of food for him, which cost Roland almost one gold coin.

Losandel quite enjoyed himself, and Roland elicited a lot of intelligence on elves from him.

Though the intelligence was not very important, it helped Roland understand the elves better.

Losandel left when it was almost dawn.

Soon enough, Susie came to Roland.

She seemed rather angry. “You followed me.”

Roland pointed at the other cup of fruit wine on the table and smiled. “It seems that Losandel has talked to you. Yes, I followed you.”

“Do you want to die?” Susie sat opposite Roland and glared at him. Her furrowed brow, like sharp sabers, was quite intimidating. “You dared to follow me on my turf?”