64. Chapter 64 Non-Members of the Poetry Society

Chapter 64: Non-Members of the Poetry Club

“Linumu? What’s this guy doing here?”

Heine was a bit puzzled.

The visitor was a wood elf.

He had come with Simon as an “assistant” to pay the ransom to Jangroo.

However, according to the description of Mr. Sa and the others, the other party is good at healing, and even saved the day in a future battle.

But just thinking about Simon’s name, Heine’s perception of him was affected.

“This wood elf is your friend?”

Ciara’s face was astonished.

“Just met him once, he has a pretty cool haircut and I just remembered it.”

Heine explained.

However, these words still caused the other Shadow Technicians, including Meno, to have complicated expressions.

”No, aren’t you from the McCalla Mountains?

The Mourning Wood Valley is two forests away from here, several thousand miles away ……

Why did you get involved with the wood elves?
Even though they already knew that Heine was harboring many secrets, this matter still made them unable to accept it.

We can’t be the only ones abiding by the Four Nations Convention like idiots, right?

…

In the courtyard, Dylan’s face was also ugly.

First Holy Light, then Shadow.

Now it was Elf.

When did this hellhole of his become so lively?

But feeling the other party’s aura and the pressure from that energy, he restrained his emotions well.

Linumu, on the other hand, watched vigilantly as a group of people descended from the floating city.

There were so many of them that the wood elf appeared to hesitate for a moment.

Had they come too hastily?
His brow furrowed slightly as he took in the chains on Shiala’s skirt.

Servants?
Upon seeing four skeletons behind Heine.

His brow wrinkled even more.

There was actually another one?
And it was pitch black with soul fire?

He instinctively connected everything in front of him, and a bold guess surfaced in the back of his mind:
Could it be that the people of the Shadow Temple had also discovered this secret?

His gaze quickly fell on Sa General, and he couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief at the sight of the clean, silver-colored soulfire.

Fortunately, he had not been contaminated in the slightest ……

Luckily, Sa General didn’t know what he was thinking, or else he would have had to biao dirty words.

Meno greeted Linumu and stepped forward, taking the initiative:
“Mourning Wood Valley’s Wood Elf, why did you appear here? Do you know that you have violated the convention of the four nations!”

Linumu didn’t talk nonsense and directly lit up a badge shaped like a water drop.

It was navy blue in color and crystal clear.

It came from an organization called “Holy Healing Society”.

Heine learns about it from Naga, played by Megumi.

It was similar to the World Health Organization, but instead of being a governmental body, it was a joint effort by a number of powerful individual healing professions.

The people of the Sacred Healing Society are rarely involved in war relief between nations and communities.

It is the world they heal.

The earth has typhoons, thunderstorms, droughts and floods to name a few.

In a world filled with transcendental energy, similar disasters are super-doubled.

Any kind of natural disaster is accompanied by waves of energy of all kinds, and the magical beasts, demons, and dead souls that are driven by them as a result ……

The Society of the Holy Healer aims to assist countries in dealing with these issues.

With the badge of the Society of the Holy Healing, Linumu could just make up an excuse even if he didn’t have one.

Meno instantly lost his temper.

The wood elf was also not polite and opened the door:

“I think the flood of holy light here was solved by you all, right? I can tell you all that there is another holy light storage well near the Whispering Crypt.”

“Huh?”

Meno was confused, why didn’t this elf follow the rules?

Although he was from the Holy Healing Society, he was also an elf!
Shouldn’t an elf known as the People of Silver wear the same pants as the People of Gold?

–In fact it was the Silver Elves of the Mercury Forest, but Meno didn’t know that. Just like Europeans and Asians couldn’t tell each other apart, he couldn’t figure out the race and politics of elves.

“I mean no offense.”

Linumu continued:

“I found you guys a few days ago, and by following and observing you, I’m sure you’ve already measured the location of the second energy storage well. So I actually have a second purpose for coming here.”

He looked at Heine, “I came to tell you that Jianglu is imprisoned in the Whispering Crypt, and you’re going to rescue her.”

All eyes converged on Heine’s face at once.

But the latter didn’t answer at first.

It wasn’t because of the other party’s question.

Rather, it was because he had a peculiar feeling ever since he came into close contact with Linumu.

There was a palpable repulsion in the other party.

It was not sharp, nor was it strong.

It was a slow, passive repulsion.

It’s like when you’re sitting under a tree to cool off, and the sun above your head clearly hasn’t moved, but the tree has moved its canopy a little bit, allowing the poisonous sunlight to shine directly at you.

This is so slow that you can miss it if you’re not paying attention, but if you take a nap, you’ll be exposed to the sun. It didn’t lash out with branches or pull up roots to bolt.

It just wasn’t welcoming.

But again, it was clearly not Linumu’s own emotions – because he was gracious enough to approach the door of his own accord.

And he hadn’t taken his eyes off Chief Sa.

The bottom line was that last time Heine clearly couldn’t feel any of this ……

“Heine?”

Ciara touched his arm.

Heine looked back and replied, “Is that a prison? Why is she locked up?”

Linumu: “I visited her, and there are many charges, but the key one is Donald, who accused Jianglu.

“I have come to you out of an ancient alliance agreement, and I want you to consider this request carefully.”

Linumu held out his hand, a pale green feather floating in his palm.

Those present felt a light, lively wind plumping over the feather.

This spiritual energy created a momentary illusion of being in a wilderness of green grass.

In the ears was a gentle breeze accompanied by the sounds of birds and insects.

In Heine’s mind, it was as if Chief Sa had fallen into some kind of mania:

“Murmur whisper, it’s murmur whisper …… Brothers quickly think of a way, we have to let my big brother know that I can’t live without that thing!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

Wei Temple Iris: “You don’t quarrel, just go straight ahead ah, harm waiting for what ah!”

Sa total: “Sheep brother I can on?”

Catch the sheep: “Act real point, don’t be too flexible.”

Mr. Sa agreed with a full mouth, and then firmly came up.

Seeing him move, the anticipation in Linumu’s eyes finally became the joy of a long-cherished wish!

The wood elf murmured, “Sure enough, he really has touched something ……”

“Do you know about the Jungle Winds?” He asked.

“Who’s that?” Heine asked knowingly.

Saberia the Jungle Wind was a persona that Sa had handpicked for himself.

Unfortunately, there was no chance for him to trigger it until Linumu showed up.

So Heine couldn’t follow the clues to actively learn about it.

I didn’t expect someone to come straight to his door with a clue this time.

“Sabelia Whisper, an ancient wood elf ranger, this feather came from his hat.”

After Linumu finished speaking, Meno’s expression changed immediately afterward.

He looked at the feather, then at Sah Chief, and finally at Guardian Iris.

Could it be that it also ……

“Can we go to the side and talk?” Linumu said, almost pleading.

“Good.”

“Can we bring Lord Saberia with us?”

Heine joked, “He’ll follow you wherever you go now that you’re holding up that feather.”

Witnessing the two men leave with the skeleton, Meno was the first to ask Ciara in a low voice.

“My lord, did you originally know this early on?”

“What did I know early on?”

“That Mr. Heine was extraordinary.”

Ciara stared, then laughed softly, “Five days ago he was a bumpkin in your mouth, and now he’s the extraordinary Mr. Heine?”

Meno’s expression was embarrassed, and this time he didn’t even dare to laugh.

He sneaked a look at the skeleton that had burned the furnace for them for eight days.

It always felt like the soul fire in the other party’s eyes was a sneer.

In a sneer at his ignorance and audacity ……

Wei Temple Iris: “? Why is he looking at me? Why does he keep looking at me?”

This question is difficult to answer.

…

On the other side, the two were away from the large group.

To Heine, that faint repulsion became clearer.

He suddenly realized something and looked at Chiara in the crowd.

It was clear that they were both rank five powerhouses, but there was no similar repulsion in her.

He remembered what the other party had said:

“You’ll understand when you see it, no need to verify.”

So Linumu ……

He wasn’t from the Poetry Club?
The biggest change in himself was that his genjutsu affinity had been raised by one level, so his senses were sharper and sharper.

Could it be that this rejection is the key to distinguishing members of the Poetry Club?
He hid his doubts in his heart and watched as Linumu respectfully delivered the feather to General Sa.

Mr. Sa held it as if he was holding the Transformation’s Divine Light Rod.

Then nothing happened.

“It’s over, dude collapsed his room before he even debuted!”

Mr. Sa said in horror.

(End of chapter)