Chapter 10: 8. Reason

The body under the black cloak didn't move, as if still in a deep coma or even dying.
"There is no need to doubt where you are exposed, as a rescuer who treats your wounds. Although I don't have an official medical certificate, you are my first official medical practitioner. Just by treating you differently from humans The basic information such as the physique, the depth of the wound area, and the degree of poisoning can be used to estimate your recovery time...it is not difficult for me."
　　 neither humble nor concealing the mocking cheerful voice paused, penetrating eyes swept coldly on the curvaceous body curve, and the teasing voice opened again:
"If you don't want to chat with me, a guy of different races, you, the wounded and the female, have this natural privilege. Next, my self-talk, you can continue to ignore it, or you can refute the correction. Decision It's up to you."
　　 generously left the declaration of authority, and put the dead branches in the hand into the bonfire, the tongue of the dim moment quickly licked the fresh firewood, and the crackling radiated more heat to the surroundings.
"Those guys who manipulate the demon obviously want to kill you. The kind of blue-eyed poisonous wolf is the most suitable dangerous species for chasing and killing. First, the venom is used to paralyze the prey, and then the scene is imaged. The dangerous species is encountered. Unfortunately, accidents are also a good idea. Well...it can also be thought of as a masterpiece of some nobles who can’t wait to get new toys and want to experience inferior fun. However, it is too cautious to use the goshawk to make the demon, and no matter what A game that was too slow to be played with the help of a large number of enchants. The gorgeously dressed aristocracy and a large number of ticket attendants did not show up from beginning to end. It made it difficult for us ordinary people to set foot in the aristocratic playground. Explain? Taking into account these unnatural doubts, I really cannot think of this as a game of hunting elves, but only as a crime scene."
　　 The sound of firewood bursting makes people feel palpitations, and the unpredictable smile in the deep twilight adds to the mysterious playfulness.
"Next, Miss, your identity. The specific location is still to be investigated. You can only speculate from the dress and clothing that you should be a member of the elven tribe in the area of ​​the border between Charlemagne and Lapland-Nilfheim Valley. Because of a certain For some unknown reasons, you left the tribe and came to this strange land to investigate something. I think you have found what you want to find, and the bad guys who noticed this sent out to keep their little secrets The killer came to kill the mouth, and you who were chased all the way met you, and this is what happened. As for what you investigated...umm?"
　　 The sound of the ringing fingers is especially clear and loud in the silent night, and the smile shows the joy of [I caught you] uncovered.
"[The Niefelheim Valley has gold and silver veins of excellent quality and huge reserves]-this information is really great news for you and your ethnic group. It also attracts great trouble. The number of human [travelers] has begun to increase, and each time it appears, it is one step closer to the location of the mineral veins. In order to prevent [the last place of survival] from being taken by humans, this nightmare becomes a reality, lady-like you, maybe there are others. The elf left his hometown and went here to investigate how far the guy who wanted to rob the gold buried underground had progressed. If possible, try to stop and destroy the other party's plan. Uh huh~~ really brave. But , This can't save anything. No-even if the group of guys is successfully stopped. Those gold will not bring you what you want. It takes people, physical strength, and time to dig out gold from the ground in exchange for a little residual soup and water. The future is predictable."
　　 "Shut up! That's the power of my family! The outsider, who knows nothing about it, is not qualified to talk nonsense!!!"
　　The hood that kept covering his face slipped down. The silver hair illuminated by the bonfire cascaded out like a waterfall, falling down to the elbows that held up hard, and the ears that were sharp and long compared to humans were drilled out of the silky silver waterfall and stood tall. A beautiful statue like a marble goddess, but full of vitality and dynamic faces that are not found in the dead, carved out correct facial features. The emerald green eyes on it are like a turbulent Bihu, and now it is churning with anger that is about to explode. Staring at a frivolous smile.
"Calm down-calm down, miss. If I were too excited to make the wound open, I would have to sew it again. At that time, in order not to sew the third time, I had to tie you up. It's very troublesome to say. I don't lose my temper. I lie down honestly and I can understand what you mean."
　　 "Put up your nonsense, humans! If you think you can save my life by accident, you can make a big speech, and I will not let you have any chance to speak when I bet on my life!!"
　　 The body after blood loss and poisoning could not provide more support. The elf who returned to lying position looked at the young man with arms around him with severe eyes. Faced with a cat-like warning that resembled a spread of teeth and claws, the elf's gruesome smile flattened, his hands spread out and said teasingly:
"If you want to continue the dispute, it will be endless. It is better to go back to the previous way. I ask a few questions. You can continue to be silent and answer. Miss. In the atmosphere without any rude entanglement, we can also easily Solve the problem."
　　 and merchants, hawkers, tax officials, lawyers, priests, etc. are easily linked to [fraud] Lenovo’s professional smiles in exchange for vigilance and hostility, and the cold face nodded nonchalantly.
"[How are the elves safe to mine]?-Don’t rush to use [outsiders are not qualified] or [this is not worth mentioning] to refute, this is a real problem. Even dwarves and dwarfs have long been dealing with stones under the ground None of the races say [absolute safety of mines] this kind of stupid deception. A simple collapse accident will create a bunch of widow orphans and accumulate a system that takes into account both production and safety indicators. What is the human life? 1000 people? 10,000 people? Or more numbers to fill up? Judging from the current status of your population resources below humans and orcs, this kind of accumulation of mining technology experience and safe production depends on human life and time You can’t afford it."
　　If there is not enough technical accumulation, if it is just a very dry word. The guys selected to go down the mine are just unfortunate people who are not much different from the [digging special team].
"[Digging the pit first, and then dying in the pit.], Most of the miners I know end up with the grievances they often complain about. Miss, if you have the opportunity to go down to the mine, don’t spend half a day, any desolate and gloomy ground The place will become heaven in your eyes."
　　The intervening gnomes moved towards the campfire, bitterness permeating the mocking expression.
"I’ve been working in the mine for more than 10 years and I’m still alive. I can count it with one hand. Permeable water, landslide, explosion, poison gas, fire, strange disease, giant earthworm... There is no one under the ground who thinks that the leisurely life on the ground is It's so easy. The dumb guy who got into a silly dream and finally got into it was accidentally dug by others after a few years-if they still have bone left."
　　 "You can dig vertically and expand the pit."
　　 showed an uncompromising momentum, so the elven women retorted. Of course they are extremely attentive to the digging of the pit. Of course, they will not get into the pit without knowing the state of affairs.
This solution can indeed alleviate the safety problem to a certain extent by increasing the cost of time, manpower and financial resources. As long as the spirits of the elves have enough perseverance, dig a huge pit like the Kimberley Diamond Mine (Note) It's not impossible.
　　 "What about smelting equipment and technology? Do you expect others?"
　　The value of unmelted gold ore rough is not high, and the profit from the sale of unmelted gold roughness cannot offset the production cost of the mine. According to Li Lin's information from Albelich's contact with elves, they are pitiful even if they are not blank for metallurgical technology. The dwarves and gnome who mastered the technology of smelting ore rely on technology monopoly to actually kill humans and orcs for a long time, which is why the human camp has been crazy for hundreds of years to invest in the formation of alchemists. This race of height and disadvantage is still steadily grasping the gold smelting market, and the new customer elf family does not mean that their monopoly style of seeing the bones will change in the direction of goodwill.
"After being charged a huge amount of fire processing costs, where is the processed gold sold? In the final analysis, the use of precious metals is only to serve as a medium for trade circulation, and its value is floating rather than fixed, and can be artificially Manipulating to redefine value. For example, human gold mines suddenly increased output, the amount of gold circulating in the market increased sharply, but the amount of tradable goods did not increase, or even decreased. At this time, the price of gold will be adjusted. That is to maintain the stability of the market through devaluation. Because there is no pricing power, you can only watch the gold and silver that can buy a lot of good things in your hands. You can only buy 70%, 50%, and 30% of things. At that time, the tragic ending is not far away."
　　Stop mining and accept the harsh conditions of unknown merchants in the human country, reduced to a group of drudgery workers.
　　Even a stupid guy, at this stage, he should be able to foresee this ending.
"Finally—and the first question; how can you keep your land? Even when compared to the armed forces of local nobles, you are not only vulnerable, but the gap is also desperate. You have been targeted by them. Oh, there should always be something like a countermeasure?"
　　 The hearty expression of the rounds of bright moons hanging high in the sky spit out the flute of gloating and scourge, which should have paid back to this elf with a big ear and a scraper, and even the strength of this action was taken away.
　　 This abominable mankind does not have any loopholes to refute, and he has no arguments at his disposal to overturn those assertions.
What should I do?
　　Right in front of her thoughts is the high wall of ancient problems of survival and destruction attached to a variety of highly complex issues such as economics, political science, and geostrategy, and she can't breathe. The flushed face was washed pale and pale, and the tightly bitten lower lip almost dripped with blood.
　　 "I'm not talking casually about myself. After all, because of your relationship, now we have been drawn into a part of the state of affairs. Well-all the friendly people have come around?"
　　 The unexplained torn air roared, the steel clumps rolled up the cold breath through the space that Li Lin moved away, deeply inserted into the soil, and the feathers at the end of the arrow trembling.
　　 "Don't do unnecessary resistance, hiding the fugitive serf is a felony. Do you want to make this the end of your journey?"
　　 The distorted and noisy voice shook the atmosphere. The elf who was difficult to move slowly moved his hand to the waist. Alberich continued to fiddle with the fire, and Niederhogger looked at the fire with his cheek, and he didn't know what to mutter in his mouth.
　　 "That's the property of Lord Earl, be smart... eh! ah ah ah ah!!!!!!"
The gap usually referred to as "a moment" seems to be magnified by infinite extension-other feelings of the elf lying on the ground unable to move, the other senses have not been lost, the keen hearing captures the noise that makes her uneasy, and all the feelings are stirred. The sense of time is confused, which in turn makes her even more uneasy.
The tragedy of the background music with the collapse of blood vessels, the bursting of internal organs, and the fall of flesh and metal to the dust is called a mixed chorus chorus, which is comparable to all the magical legends. The thriller climbs out from the chorus and shakes the elves. Thoughts.
The verdant pupils searched the forest that was locked in the night, in the noisy woods where there were roars of insects and beasts. At this moment, except for the cold night wind passing through the ears and the occasional burst of one or two bursts in the fire, all the sounds They were all engulfed in silence, and the smell slowly drifted away, causing her body temperature and blood to begin to drop inexplicably.
"what have you done?"
　　Because it was barely covered, the sound became unnatural. No matter how self-admonish the dignity of the elves is higher than their own lives, no matter how much energy is poured into the throat, these efforts are temporarily unable to work in the face of the unknown and the existence beyond the imagination.
　　 "I just don't want to waste precious time on stupid people who don't know life and death, so I used a bit of rough means."
　　The hands penetrated the soil, and two pieces of meat hidden under the dead leaves of the soil were carried out. Judging from the dagger in his hand. They are going to surprise the guy who fought back the archer. It's just that they didn't see the black filaments forming an antlers-shaped launching array with night cover, and they didn't know that [infrasound] could be attacked by this kind of orientation. The carefully set trap became their burial place, and the body was thrown away from the distance together with Li Lin's cold playful words.
　　 [Choose the wrong target for the attack and the wrong method. 】
　　 silent sigh.
　　The elves can give these cold bodies only so much.
　　 "Can you bury them?"
　　 wants to do more, and can only ask others for help, but this help obviously has doubts.
　　 Niederhog and Alberich directly projected amazed eyes on the sincere face of the elf, ignoring their unreasonable behavior, Li Lin glanced at his [masterpiece] and opened his mouth lightly:
　　 "Please let me refuse."
　　 polite greetings, the immobile business smiled without hesitation to reject the elf's request.
　　 "As a warning to the latecomers, right?"
　　 "......"
　　The vocabulary of the elf may not have words like [kill chicken and monkey], [kill one and one hundred] to describe the situation, and the experience given by the struggle for survival has allowed her to sum up Li Lin’s intentions in the simplest terms. The reddish face and brightly colored vital signs are far more healthy and eye-catching in someone's eyes than those clumps of heat source signals that are already dim, and the difference in attractiveness is even more unreasonable.
　　 "It's better than letting waves of fools die to death? No matter for me, for you, or for others, this is the best result."
　　 "Really... confident statement."
　　 The space of dialogue is full of subtle and ambiguous pressure, which makes the two bodies on the side inexplicably uncomfortable.
"Before talking about topics such as "confidence, honor, cowardice, and conviction," we should look at the overall picture more carefully. Is this inefficient treatment and the consequences appropriate for us? We really have time and necessity. To do this kind of thing?"
　　 The jokes in the smile never decreased a bit, and it seemed that nothing could intervene in his decision. With this temperament, this smile became somewhat provocative.
　　 "Even if they are despicable killers, they should enjoy the dignity and tranquility of death after returning to Mafa's arms. Those who are hostile to and fight with them are undoubtedly given such responsibilities."
　　 The content of the language is like a sigh, and the tone is more intolerable to the strange values ​​and derived life rules, and it is somewhat contempt for this heterogeneous meaning.
　　The momentary silence, and the elf's unyielding gaze at the same time, UU reads the book www.uukanshu.com After the light observes the two listeners, Niederhogg holds his face, as if enduring the idea of ​​yawning. Alberich was just disdainful, his mouth twitching unnaturally.
"I have to say... this noble statement really gets the majority of people's approval. It's just that we have been entangled in this issue enough. Now-Miss, I just want to know your plan for the future. "
　　Due to certain illusions that most intelligent races do not care about, abandon the established logic and principles of doing things? This problem is obviously not worth continuing. This embarrassing moment transforms a more practical and operable problem. Letting others face the trouble of choice is a simple and quick effect.
　　 The expression from the elf's collapse can be determined, and her mood and topic have switched together. The unhappiness and anger caused by the provocative remarks of the assailants, corpses and teenagers re-cooled down to the troughs before those incidents appeared. The flushed face was covered with a layer of haze, and it seemed that the multiple choice questions that could not see the way out began torturing her again.
High sense of responsibility, limited thinking, objective reality, limited intelligence... All kinds of puzzles like butterfly clips interlaced and oppressed the elves. Finally, they gradually lost consciousness in the labyrinthine corridor of depressed thoughts, and their energy became more difficult to concentrate. Eventually they were hugged by sleep and fatigue. .
　　 "So say...women are so troublesome..."
　　 completely fell into that comfortable abyss, and leaked into the eardrum with a mocking sigh.
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　　Note 1 Kimberley Diamond Mine: Located in the Cape Province of South Africa, the Kimberley Diamond Mine is the largest legendary hand-excavated large pit, 1097 meters deep, and produced more than 3 tons of diamonds before it was closed in 1914. Writers really want to dig pits, at least to dig this kind of pit.