"Some."
The one who raised their hand to ask the question was still [ Do Some Farm Work ]. This veteran player who had been running the game for a long time knew about the reputation of the two Short-Eared Elf and had naturally done in-depth research on their information.
Unfortunately, before today, people's understanding of the Short-Eared Elf was limited to a few labels such as elusive, powerful, and an old riddle teller.
However, no one expected that earlier today, they would encounter these two in the underground space of the Wilderness of Chaos.
With a slightly apprehensive heart, [ Do Some Farm Work ] earnestly asked the question that everyone was concerned about:
"To be honest, we actually learned about the existence of two ' Short-Eared Elf ' a long time ago, but everyone goes into a very strange state when they mention you two."
"Oh? Tell me about it?"
The elven mage neither confirmed nor denied it; he simply wanted to know more.
[ Do Some Farm Work ] pondered and described:
"When talking about other things, there's no problem, but as soon as you two are mentioned, they immediately straighten up and pronounce the word ' Short-Eared Elf ' with great enthusiasm, like this--"
[ Do Some Farm Work ] Recalling the villagers' appearance, he imitated them, looking exactly like the NPCs he had seen before.
The elven mage stroked his chin and asked another question instead:
"But you're unaffected?"
[ Do Some Farm Work ] did not deny:
"Yes, we are protected by the Son of God and are unaffected by this effect."
That means it's not an unsolvable problem.
The elven mage pondered for a moment, then looked at Collins:
" Little Collins, say the word 'elf'."
"Elf."
Let's talk about the ' Short-Eared Elf ' again.
" Short-Eared Elf."
Only the Middle Tier Lord of Collins repeated it, his tone and expression unchanged from before.
The elven mage shrugged:
Are you sure?
[ Do Some Farm Work ] Now he was in a bit of a hurry. After thinking about it carefully, he realized that it seemed that the memetic contamination had disappeared since the two Short-Eared Elf revived.
So he thought for a moment and said:
"That's not the case. My previous imitations weren't exaggerated at all, as other Soul Returner can attest."
The elven mage nodded:
"I didn't doubt you, please continue."
"As for why this effect isn't working now, perhaps it's because you've already woken up."
[ Do Some Farm Work ] offered his own guess.
The elven mage said "Oh," and then looked at the taciturn elven assassin:
"I think he makes a good point; there must be some problem back home."
His tone was unusually calm and collected, as if someone from another world were explaining their misfortunes with the reasons they gave.
There must be something wrong with the old grave.
The elven assassin nodded and asked:
"Do you want to go back once?"
"Let me think..."
The elven mage looked at [ Do Some Farm Work ]:
"Can you confirm whether this problem still exists? This will determine our decision on the next steps."
[ Do Some Farm Work ] Thinking that if he logged off now and contacted his friends in Valhalla, he should be able to quickly find someone like the innkeeper for secondary verification, he nodded and said:
"Okay, but I need a little time."
"Okay, then go and do it."
The elven mage said with a smile:
"Do me a favor. If there's a problem, we'll have to go back to Elf Island. If the problem is resolved, then we'll owe you a favor."
This is High Tier favor!
In an instant, four Soul Returner and said they could do the same thing. The elven mage nodded happily and gestured for everyone to verify it using their own methods. Then, the four of them found a spot on the deck and immediately started sleeping.
"This..."
The elven mage looked puzzled.
The only thing unmoved by the favors of High Tier officials was the [ Vanilla Ice Cream Scoop ], she explained somewhat awkwardly:
" The Soul Returner are prone to falling asleep anywhere... but you have to trust that they can complete your mission..."
Wow.
The elven mage marveled.
"Actually, I have one last question."
At this moment, someone else asked a question, and the one who raised his hand was neither Soul Returner nor a vampire, but the Lord of Collins, who was encased in mechanical armor:
"We didn't spend much time together back then, and I was still young."
"Over the years, I've searched through all the books and asked all the outsiders, and everyone says that they've never seen a ' Short-Eared Elf ' except for the two of you."
"So, does this race, or this subspecies, really exist?"
Collins looked at the elven mage, his slightly cloudy eyes filled with inquiry:
Why are your ears short?
"Oh, Little Collins, you're still as curious as ever."
The elven mage wanted to pat him on the shoulder, but found that the mech was much taller than he had imagined, so he could only regretfully pat Collins ' arm armor instead.
"I can't tell you the answer to that question right now, but I assure you, you will know someday."
"Good."
The city lord was not disappointed upon hearing this. Although the problem had troubled him for a long time, it was not a matter of life and death.
I've had this question for so many years, so what's a little more time?
Moreover, these two powerful figures wouldn't deceive him without reason. Collins believed that even if he died one day on the battlefield against the Blood Corpse or the Eternal Domain, he would hear the answer to this question before he died.
Upon seeing the city lord, the elven mage nodded in satisfaction and spread his hands:
"Okay, then everyone has no questions..."
"Wait a moment!"
A muffled, deep voice, yet tinged with urgency and naivety, suddenly rang out:
May I ask a question?
Upon hearing this voice, a look of fear crossed the [ Vanilla Ice Cream Scoop ]'s face:
"Don't talk nonsense, you brat!"
"Who is speaking?!"
The old city lord Collins's previously kind and gentle demeanor instantly turned fierce; this was the second time he had heard that voice.
This time, he heard clearly and saw distinctly.
Hall's clone hadn't made a single move, so this sound couldn't have come from him!
Ventriloquism is impossible!
Moreover, Hall himself had already stated that there was no need to resort to such methods.
"I think you should explain this issue."
Collins looked at the most suspicious Soul Returner, but four of them were already asleep, so he could only look at the only one who was still awake: [ Vanilla Ice Cream Scoop ].