Chương 121: The Elf Fires the Holy Scripture

She shook off the snake-tailed chicken and rushed into the camp with the eggs in her arms.

The three of them successfully startled Philon.

Shane brushed the leaves off his head and couldn't help but laugh. Zain and Shutark looked at each other and laughed along.

All three had varying degrees of abrasions and were in a sorry state, but they just kept laughing for no reason.

This strange scene left Frilian and Philon in the camp completely baffled.

Even after Zain finished treating everyone, the group was still chattering away, recounting the thrill and excitement they had just experienced.

After figuring out what had happened, Frillie shook her head and looked at Shane and the others with the same disdain she would give them.

Philen lectured them with a serious expression, "You can't joke around with your own safety."

Xia En muttered softly, "But these eggs are pork chop flavored—" The little girl hesitated for a moment, then said, "Then remember to run faster next time."

Zain and Shutark were trying not to laugh.

At lunchtime.

After eating bread and vegetable soup for half a month, I finally switched to golden-brown and fragrant fried eggs.

"How long have you been traveling?" Zain asked, starting the conversation while eating.

"It has been about four years since I set off with Mr. Shane and Lady Frilian."

Shutark stuffed his mouth full and mumbled, "About a year, I'd say."

"For me, it's been about nine and a half years—" Upon hearing this, Frilian looked up at Shane, "We've been traveling together for over nine years already? It feels like it just happened—" Shaun twitched his lips.

"Humans are chatting, elves shouldn't interrupt."

Frilian: Upon seeing this, Zan smiled.

Xia En patted him on the shoulder, "Don't worry, we'll be spending a lot of time together from now on."

After finishing the meal.

The group continued on their journey.

Because its eggs were stolen, the snake-tailed chicken clucked angrily, its calls echoing throughout the forest. The group had to take a detour to avoid the snake-tailed chicken's territory.

Along the way, everyone enjoyed the bright spring sunshine as they walked.

Spring is very short in the northern countries.

This also leads to an extreme surge in the reproductive enthusiasm of both plants and animals as soon as spring arrives.

Along the way, they saw pairs of squirrels, pairs of birds, pairs of snails, and pairs of...

Suddenly, Zain stopped in his tracks.

"Don't you guys feel that this team is lacking something?"

Frillie stroked her chin.

"We have the avant-garde, the magician, and the monk—it doesn't seem like anything's missing, does it?"

"Isn't it missing a [Thief]? After all, Lady Frillien always gets tricked by [Mimics]."

"How could it be considered a trick? The treasure chest contains endless possibilities!"

Shane scoffed, "That's clearly a mimic."

Shutark quipped, "Your gargoyles aren't much better—maybe we should recruit a fortune teller who's good at identifying them?"

"wrong."

Zain interrupted the conversation, saying, "What's missing is something more important."

Everyone looked at him with suspicion.

Then they saw Zain clench his fists in anguish, "We're missing an older sister—there should be at least one in a normal team!"

Shutark looked completely bewildered.

"Isn't there Frillian?"

Philon was also confused.

"That's right, Lady Frilian is over a thousand years old."

Zain looked at Shaen with a mournful face, hoping Shaen would understand, "What I want is that kind of sexy, mature older sister—" Frillie looked down at herself.

"I'm so sorry."

As she spoke, she suddenly remembered something.

"By the way, it seems that Xia En is very popular with sexy older women. Every time she goes to a new place, the hotel owner greets her very warmly."

Philon nodded in agreement.

"Indeed, the proprietress always gives us free milk; she's so kind."

Zain cast an envious glance his way, and Shane gave an awkward smile.

"Hey, there seems to be a village up ahead."

The crowd's attention was diverted, and they looked in the direction Xia En pointed. At the end of the forest path, there was a small village in the distance.

As soon as they stepped into the village, Frilian sensed something was wrong, and Shane's hand was also on the hilt of the sword at his waist.

It's almost dusk.

It should have been a lively time for farmers to return home and for women to cook, but the whole village was quiet.

At the village entrance, only a few chickens were leisurely scratching at the ground.

Shutark walked at the front of the group and immediately spotted the child lying on the ground under the big tree at the village entrance.

"A child has fainted!" He rushed over to help.

Zain's voice rang out from the side, "Not just children."

Indeed, it wasn't just children. Xia En took a few steps forward and saw unconscious people lying everywhere—under the big tree at the village entrance, in front of houses, and beside the village well.

People of all ages, men and women, fainted.

Zain immediately stepped forward to check everyone. No one had any external injuries, and their breathing was steady, as if they were—asleep.

Strangely, apart from people, chickens, ducks, geese, and even cattle and sheep were all fine.

"It's a curse," Zain said seriously.

"This is troublesome."

Frillie nodded; she felt the same way.

"Just like the [Curse of the Last Saintess] that we know about, there are still a lot of dangerous magic used by monsters and demons that we cannot decipher. They can put people to sleep or petrify them. These curses are very troublesome."

"The fact that human magical technology cannot analyze its principles means that it is difficult to find a way to eradicate it. So there are only two ways to solve the problem: monks to break the curse, or to kill the source of the curse."

As she spoke, Frilian looked at Zain.

"How is Zanin handling this?"

Zain focused intently on examining the farmers around him, his expression focused, and did not rush to answer Frilian's questions.

Frilian didn't urge him any further, and the group waited for Zain on the side.

Shutark was somewhat puzzled.

"Don't monks need to know the specifics of the curse to break it? I remember that magic is achieved through imagination, so how do monks break curses?"

Upon hearing this, Frillie pouted slightly.

"The monks' magic is all very strange; I don't know either."

Shutark was surprised.

"Is there something you don't know?"

Shane, standing nearby, whispered to Shutark, "Frilian isn't unaware; she just doesn't really like [monks]."

"The magic."

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"Frilian once said that the monks used 'goddess magic,' which was recorded in the 'Holy Scriptures.' Most of it was as obscure and difficult to understand as the magic of the demon race. She tried to read it—but after a year, she couldn't even finish one page."

As he spoke, Shane's lips curled up as he recalled how Frilian had thrown the Bible into the stove when they lived in Haita.

"Not very interesting" was the elf girl's assessment at the time.

All the Holy Scriptures distributed by the Holy City are waterproof and fireproof, so they could actually be thrown into the stove without any problem. But this act of "throwing it away if you can't have it" still made Haita and Shane laugh uncontrollably.

"Haita once said that the talents of the monks allow them to use the magic of the goddess, but this use does not mean understanding. Therefore, more than 90% of the content in the Holy Scripture is still unanalyzed, and naturally no one understands the principles behind it."

Frillie heard Shane's complaints and explanations, but didn't say anything.

The crowd continued to wait quietly.

With a thud, Shutark, who had been talking just moments before, swayed twice, leaned against the wall, and slowly slid down.

Philon was somewhat surprised.

Frillie, however, remained calm.

"She's asleep."

"7 Shaun shook his head.

"Warriors really do have low mental resistance—" At this time.

Zain's side has finally finished the inspection.

"It's a special kind of curse. Completely eradicating it requires a lot of magical materials and tools, and it will take a long time. I suggest—directly eliminating the root cause of the curse, which will save time and effort."

"I've already sensed the location; it's in the northwest. Let's go."