Chapter 138: Nightingale·Shadow

　　 Those elves don't seem to be very old, at least... if judged by human aesthetics.
　　 The biggest looks like a human being twelve or thirteen years old, while the youngest looks like a five or six year old child.
　　 Of course, with Al Moonlight as a lesson for the past, Benben knows that even the youngest-looking elf would be old enough to be his eldest brother.
　　 However, he noticed that the hair color and pupil color of these elves were different from those of elven girls.
　　There are blondes, red hairs, brown hairs and green hairs, but they don’t have the gray-black hair like him and girls.
　　 According to the players' understanding, the elves in "Elf Kingdom" are also divided into many tribes, and the best way to distinguish the tribes is to look at their hair color and pupil color.
　　The different hair colors indicate that these young elves and girls are not a tribe.
　　 These elves huddled in the corner. Some of the younger ones had fallen asleep in the arms of their companions, but there were faint traces of unwiped tears on their faces.
　　 While the older elves were sober, they watched the outside of the cell vigilantly. Their faces were pale, even if they were forced to be calm, they could not hide the fear and confusion in their eyes for the future.
　　 When they were escorted in, they immediately attracted the attention of the elves.
　　 After seeing the elf girl, an older male elf instantly widened his eyes. He rushed to the prison door, grabbed the railing and shouted:
　　 "Night... Sister Nightingale! You... why are you arrested too?!"
　　 His voice is crisp and tender, with surprise and worry.
　　 "Sister? Did she get caught too?"
　　 His voice caught the attention of other young elves.
　　 Soon, everyone rushed to the door, looking at the girl with attachment, worry, or sadness:
　　 "Sister Nightingale! Really Sister Nightingale!"
　　 "Sister, did they do anything to you?"
　　 "Sir, are you injured?"
　　 "Sister Nightingale...you...how can you..."
　　 Looking at the tender faces, the elf girl known as the Nightingale breathed a sigh of relief, her expression floating with a gentle touch.
　　 She nodded to the elves, and gave them a look of don't worry, as a sign of comfort.
　　 "Get in! Don't yell!"
　　 Seeing the elves rushing to the cell door, the two humans grinned, and another whip hit the railing of the cell door, causing a scream.
　　Until the elves cowered and retreated to the deepest part of the cell, they stopped satisfied.
"Well……!"
　　 Seeing the rude human movements, Nightingale's eyes widened.
　　 She glared at the whip-wielding humans, subconsciously trying to break free of the rope, but she was quickly kicked by the box lunch.
　　 The girl turned her head angrily, but after seeing the calm eyes of Bento, the anger in her heart gradually subsided.
　　 She understood the meaning of the eyes in the box lunch
　　 Calm down.
　　 The humans did not put the boxed lunch and nightingale in the cell of the young elves, but took them to a deeper cell and locked them in another cell specifically for professionals.
　　 This cell seems stronger and deeper.
　　 And after throwing them into the cell, they left.
　　 After confirming that the humans had gone away, the elven girl called the Nightingale suddenly stood up.
　　 She broke free of the rope on her body in an instant, then pulled the cloth strip from her mouth, and then immediately got to the cell door and started picking the lock.
　　 I saw the girl's skillful technique, and in less than a minute, she easily opened the heavy lock.
　　 And when Nightingale was refreshed and was about to rush out of the cell, she heard the sound of a box lunch behind her:
　　 "Send to death?"
　　 As if pouring cold water from head to toe, Nightingale calmed down all at once.
　　 Her movements were slightly stagnant, and her crisp voice was trembling:
　　 "They... are my younger siblings, I want to save them!"
　　 Bento was silent for a moment, and said:
　　 "Waiting for reinforcements."
After 　　 finished, he pointed to the top, then extended two fingers, and shook his head:
　　 "Two silvers."
　　 Hearing what he said, Nightingale returned and grabbed Bento by the shoulder, her voice trembling:
　　 "I know there are two silver-powered humans on it, one of which is still a wizard! But...but..."
　　 There is a hint of crying in her voice.
"Trust me."
　　The sound of bento is deep and powerful.
　　 Hearing the words of the box lunch, Nightingale gradually let go of his hands and knelt down on the ground:
　　 "I... can I really trust you? Seeing how scared they look, I really... I am really worried... They are all children, all children!"
　　 Talking and talking, Nightingale sobbed quietly...
　　 Box lunch did not speak.
　　 He hesitated for a while, and put his hand on the girl's shoulder to show comfort.
　　 Nightingale sobbed for a while, then gradually stopped.
　　 She wiped her red eyes and began to tell her story...
　　 "I hate human beings... they ruined my home."
　　 "After the divine battle a thousand years ago, the Shadow Tribe was divided into several branches, and our branch chose to infiltrate into the human society about a hundred years ago..."
　　 "The most dangerous place is the safest place."
　　 "In fact, our tribe is good at hiding. We hide our identities and live in a different place every time after a while. Although we are drifting, we survived..."
　　 "The name Nightingale was taken by my mother. In Elvish language, Nightingale symbolizes beauty and freedom. She wants me to live freely..."
　　 "Nightingale·Shadow...the meaning is very good, but...how is it possible?"
　　 "A drifting life is inherently full of risks."
　　 "Later, out of sympathy and kindness, the elders of the family rescued an injured human knight, but accidentally let the other side discover our identity..."
　　 "The knight vowed to promise that he would be grateful for our help and would not tell our secrets..."
　　 "He did behave very well and spoke very sincerely. Hardworking, humble, kind, and loyal... He almost fits all our elves' knowledge of knights..."
　　 "So...the elders believe him."
　　 "But... I am very opposed to it. I don't trust humans. I think that people who discover our secrets should be killed, no matter who the other party is..."
　　 "However, I was reprimanded by the elders. They firmly and naively believed that the knight will abide by the knight's rules and will not expose the benefactor's secret..."
　　 At this point, Nightingale smiled mockingly:
　　 "How is it possible? That is human!"
　　 "After that human being left, he soon returned with a group of mercenaries..."
　　 "What loyalty? What kindness? In the face of interest... everything is fake!"
　　 "The price of a young female elf is enough to make an ordinary person turn into a rich man. How could a greedy human being not be moved..."
　　 "Our branch tribe has thus perished."
　　 "I witnessed my father being killed by humans during the rebellion, and my mother...mother was defiled by them...Finally, even I was caught by slave traders."
　　 "At that time, I was desperate. Another senior who lived in seclusion in human society saved me..."
　　 "She is not an elf, but she is very sympathetic to the elf. She opened an orphanage, but in fact it took in the elf she saved from humans..."
　　 "Including me... and my younger siblings."
　　 "My brothers and sisters are not from the Shadow Tribe, but they are all poor children persecuted by humans..."
　　 "We hide our identities and hide in the orphanage. It is the shelter of our seniors and gives us a second home..."
　　 "Although we need to hide, we need to hide our identity, but at least...we survived again."
"I am the eldest. Seniors have taught me a lot. I have also sneaked into the human caravan with seniors and saved many companions. My younger brothers and sisters called my sister, they are very close to me, and I love them very much. ..."
　　 "Later...Senior passed away in an accident."
"As the oldest sister, I wanted to take the predecessor’s last wish, continue to maintain the entire orphanage, and save the elves from humans, but I didn’t want the death of the predecessors to arouse human suspicion. They discovered our secret. ..."
　　 "When I was out, my younger siblings were all arrested."
　　 "I chased all the way here, hoping to rescue my brothers and sisters...but I didn't expect that I was so powerless..."
　　 "I... really a failed sister..."
　　 "Hey..."
　　 Nightingale shed tears and looked sadly at the box lunch:
　　 "Could it be... there really is no shelter for our elves in this world?"
　　 "Aren't we...we can only become goods?"
　　 "Why! Why the is this! What did we do wrong?"
　　 "Is kindness...really a sin? Is kindness...really only brings misfortune?"
　　 "If this is the case~EbookFREE.me~ I would rather fall into the dark!"
　　 "But... where is our future..."
　　 Hearing what Nightingale said, Bento fell silent.
　　 After a while, he took a deep breath and said:
　　 "Yes."
"Have it?"
　　 Nightingale tearful eyes Posuo:
　　 "Even if we are really saved this time, it is just another cycle of hiding and hunting..."
　　 "We have lost our great power, only this damn, good-looking appearance, longevity and special physique..."
　　 "Do we really have a future like this?"
　　 Nightingale grabbed the hem of the box lunch and asked with a sad smile.
　　 Bento looked down at her.
　　 His expression is still calm, but his eyes are much softer.
　　 "Yes."
　　 This time, his voice was much gentler:
　　 "There is both shelter and future."
　　 After he finished speaking, the whole cell suddenly shook slightly, and a piece of dust was thrown up.
　　 faintly, there seems to be a high dragon roar coming from above.
　　 Bento took a deep breath, and helped the somewhat surprised Nightingale up:
　　 "It's fine."
　　 The breath on his body keeps rising, his eyes gradually become sharp:
　　 "Reinforcements are here."
　　 He drew a dagger from the sole of his shoe that had been hidden by him!