Chapter 122 (1/2)

”Houses built on trees will be specially pruned to the state where the Southern Cross Star vortex can be seen, which can guide each other's growth direction without damaging trees.”

After a strange idea appeared in his mind yesterday, SIVI specially confirmed what he cared about. He found many small details that would be ignored if he didn't pay attention to it. For example, the window that was thought to be a plant film was actually a fungus growing on wood, and at night, he could see a certain star from anywhere outside the house.

In a world without genetic modification or other means, the only thing that can control the growth of plants is the magic of the elves.

In addition, people in this world, let alone cultivate fungi consciously, haven't seen mushrooms in food so far. I'm afraid no one has found that mushrooms can be eaten.

In astrology, the Southern Cross Star vortex also has the meaning of ”Quiet Moon” worshipped by elves. Even in some fairy legends, as long as they face the Southern Cross Star vortex in despair, they can get the blessing of the quiet moon.

It's obvious that his folklore is becoming more and more popular.

”What do you think of these things, Sophia?”

”Do you mean to say that the people in this village are elves?”

Sophia, who had been eating a lot of books in the library, immediately understood Sylvia's meaning: ”no way. Don't you see that they have the same ears as ordinary people.”

”It could be a half elf descendant or something.” Sylvie picked up a blue apple like fruit, ate it and said with a lisp, ”at least it has something to do with elves.”

Although at first he saw that the houses in nyiradi village were built on trees, SIVI only had some ideas such as ”these Aboriginal buildings living in the jungle are quite original” and ”the utilization rate of nature is very high”. However, in the detection of the wrong, and then look back again, you can find a lot of strange places.

If it's just a tree house, it can be explained as a coincidence. But if all these strange things come together, I'm afraid it's not just a coincidence.

”What should we do?” ”Do you want to prick it?” the girl asked Sylvie, who had quickly finished eating the small fruit and was beginning to drink fresh juice

”More is better than less. There's no need.” Sylvie put down the cup made of some kind of plant shell, and said to Sophia with a relaxed expression: ”the reason why I tell you this is just to make you pay attention to it - after all, Theo is still young, Eliza is too simple, and Alice is that kind of good character, and only you can be a big responsibility.”

Sylvie didn't intend to cause trouble. Although I don't know why these residents are so concerned about not exposing their identities, it is not a good thing to know too much. If they want to maintain the friendly attitude of each other, they can only pretend that they don't know anything.

As for the identity of the other party related to the spirit - does it have anything to do with persuading them to move to other places? Instead of using this information for threat operations, it is better to use force to subdue them directly.

”That's why they are students, and I'm already a teacher.” Sophia had a smile on her face and raised her little face with pride.

”Please, our alchemy teacher ~”

”don't touch my head!”

Sylvie grinned, reached out and stroked the girl's hair, and was forced out of the door by the angry girl.

”Really.” After confirming SIVI's departure, the girl leaned against the door with a shy smile on her face and touched her shaggy pink hair with her right hand.

Then her eyes fell on the dishevelled table: ”ah, breakfast...”

In a peaceful farm near yonia County, the baalisks (similar to the combination of sheep and cattle, one of the common domestic animals, quadruped horned hooves, crusading level 1) who should have been quietly eating grass in the surrounding manor, are now all dead in the stockade full of blood and rotten smell.

There is a gap in their necks, which is cut by huge scissors like gardening scissors. The dark red blood is stained with white fur, because the contrast of color difference looks extremely desolate.

Many flies and mosquitoes were attracted by the smell of the corpses and the blood, which spread over the bodies, making a noisy hum, and flying around the enclosure. The sight of the black fog of flies, which was so casual, made the appearance of these bodies disgusting.