Vol 2 Chapter 92: Clue, the boy in the town

The interior of the spider cave is not only very humid, but the air is also very dirty. There are a lot of filth accumulated in the corners along the way. The stalactites on the top of the cave don’t have the crystal clear feeling of ordinary stalactites. On the contrary, the inside of the stalactites here seems to be flooded. With dirty mist!
　　Punk did not rush to go deeper into the cave. He carefully summoned a tiny ball of light dim enough to be as bright as a lighter, let the small ball of light float on his fingertips, and then leaned down, watching the tide carefully.
　　This kind of moist ground cannot leave too obvious traces, and most of the residues will be eroded by water vapor in the air beyond recognition.
　　 But as long as the passage is really frequented by creatures, punk still has a way to find some clues.
　　 Formal conjuration spells-microscopic vision: It is the magnification that the eyes of the target creature and the low-power microscope want.
　　 In order to be safe, punk only cast this spell on one eye.
　　 A gray film appeared in front of the right eye. Through such an energy film, punk can clearly see cell-sized things, particles floating in the air, and squirming microorganisms in the filth.
Punk knelt on the ground to observe. He found that there were small scratches on the ground that can only be seen from a microscopic perspective. Judging from the density of the scratches, it seems that there are often large groups of small arthropods coming and going repeatedly. Only in this case can such dense but very similar scratches appear.
　　Punk carefully picked up a little bit from the dirt on the ground with his crystal fingernails.
　　 Soon, punk found what he wanted to find in it-the fragments of Duoweihua!
Duowei flower is a raw material for making perfume. In this backward technology world, the general "plant purification and extraction technology" is simply to soak the petals with boiled water. Because the petal structure of Duowei flower is loose, it can easily The infusion produces a fragrant "plant extract purification".
So punk speculates that if the guy who made Duoweihua disappear in the lush forest in just a few weeks really moved the Duoweihua somewhere, then it will almost certainly leave it on the road and drop it. The "debris"!
　　 These tiny "wrecks" are completely invisible to the naked eye, but they have nowhere to hide in front of punk spells.
　　 brushed the stains on his nails casually, and the punk stood up blankly.
Looking at it now, the mystery of "Duowei flowers disappeared in a short time" has been revealed. It seems that a large group of small arthropods have moved all these flowers into the spider cave. This also explains why there are so many Doweis outside the lush forest. Why are the flowers "picked" clean in such a short period of time? After all, a large number of tireless insects are definitely much more efficient than pickers who don't want to be lazy all the time!
Now what punk is more puzzled about is why the other party picked such a large number of Weihua. You know, Duo Weihua is just an ordinary plant with a strong fragrance. There is no magic material at all, and theoretically there is no way to use it. They came to make magic potions, but the other party spent a lot of time and energy collecting these ordinary flowers. If there were no conspiracies and tricks, punk was the first to not believe it.
　　 But now only the "wreckage" and scratches can't tell the other party's purpose, but considering the enemy's such fanfare... punk secretly felt that the other party's plan must be big!
Waved away the "microscopic vision" covering the right eye, punk took the golem to go deep into the cave. No matter what the enemy's purpose is, they must do it for profit. Since it is all profit, then why can't you eat it for nothing? What about the last one?
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Diccito leaned on a cylindrical marble statue in the square of the Niailan town and sang beautiful poems tactfully. In the smooth voice, he could feel the smooth rhythm and the rhythm of ups and downs, cheerful. The place has a flexible turn like a lark, and the heavy place has a heavy sorrow like water!
　　 With the sometimes elegant and sometimes high-pitched harp playing, I have to say that Dicchido’s poetry really expresses the charm and emotion in the poetry to the fullest!
　　Dichido’s singing has become more proficient and beautiful with the increase of experience, but the number of townspeople who listen to him has decreased day by day.
The spread of 　　Tishachar Church has become more and more rampant, and many young and unwilling townspeople have "voluntarily" joined this "promising" church.
Although the church’s missionaries have never done anything to hurt people, their madness of being blocked on the road and "unending death" is really chilling, but it does not matter whether it is the security team of Doras or other churches of good gods. None of the pastors can interfere with the "Tishharchar Church" that has emerged from nowhere, because in theory any has the right to spread religion anywhere, unless there is conclusive evidence that this church belongs to the evil camp, otherwise they We can't obstruct its development!
　　Many townspeople choose to stay at home honestly in order to avoid the missionaries who are besieging passers-by everywhere. So naturally fewer people come out to listen to Dicky singing poems, and accordingly, the income he can earn has shrunk dramatically.
Although Dicardo is a little sad in his heart, as a qualified bard, he cannot bring personal emotions into poetry, so his poetry is still magnificent and cheerful as always. Now, this is also extremely strange in the atmosphere of the town. Rarely "cheerful".
　　 Just as Di Qiduo finished singing a long heroic epic and was about to bow and exit, he suddenly saw a beautiful figure in the crowd...
　　 Although this figure hasn't been seen for a long time~EbookFREE.me~, Di Qiduo is very familiar with her. How many times? Since separating under the tree that day, Dickedo has been walking along the bluestone path with this figure in his dreams many times!
　　 "Bilan..."
　　Dicchido's lips squirmed, silently calling out this name that made him think about it day and night...
The delighted Di Qiduo forgot the soreness of his lips and ignored the thirst of his mouth. He once again held up the harp, and leaned on the stage constructed temporarily by the marble statue in a posture that he considered the most beautiful and charming. Lyric poems that have never been sung to others are played beautifully in the square............
　　Rt-bright star! I pray to be as firm as you--
　　 But I don’t want to hang high in the night sky, alone
　　Huiying, and keep your eyes open forever
　　 Like a patient, sleepless hermit in nature, constantly looking at the sea.
　　 The priest of the earth washes the shore where people live with holy water.
　　Or stare at the flying snow, like a curtain...
　　 brilliant, light, covered in depressions and mountains
　　 Ha, no, I just want to be unwavering,
　　 With your head resting on your lover’s soft breasts
　　 always feel it descend and rise comfortably;
　　Wake up, my heart is full of sweet excitement............
　　 (A tribute to the great poet John Keats (1795~1821)
For the first time, Diccito felt that he was truly integrated with poetry. Even the hardships of life and the harassment of crazy missionaries were all forgotten by him. What remained in his heart was the green beauty of Bilan. Eyes............Like a star in the night sky, deep and bright!