Chapter 91: Forest of The Elves (9)
As they brought Celtic back to the stone gate, there was no one outside the gate this time. The two smoothly opened the gate to find that there was a wine cellar on the other side.
After a bit of looking around, Jin Cheng concluded: Were likely still underground.
Celtic nodded, for indeed wine cellars were usually in the basement, either securely locked or guarded by people. He cautiously approached the door to take a look, and sure enough, there were two elf guards outside.
The guards in the Royal Palace werent equipped with only bows and arrows. They also carried spears in their hands.
Jin Cheng asked McCaw: When you were still the Prince, did you know that this place was connected to an underground prison?
McCaw frantically shook his head, and Jin Cheng understood that this was only discovered after he became a mouse. Celtic was stunned: Is he the Prince???
Squeak! McCaw stood up with both forelimbs on his hips. He was really a prince, so how could he tolerate being asked this question over and over? But then he remembered something and his ears drooped down, sinking into dejection.
Celtic thought he had offended the Prince and scratched his head, looking absolutely confused. At this time, Jin Cheng grabbed McCaw and said: Its time for the Prince to take action. Did you see the guards outside? You crawl out through the crack in the door, dance in front of them, then crawl in again. Make them open the door.
Wait!
But he was the Prince!
Celtic was scared out of his wits by the idea, but just as he was about to give some dissuasion, Jin Cheng glared at him: Otherwise, you go?
Celtic shut up.
Prince McCaw was pushed out and almost squashed by the door. He looked back at the door to see the two humans still staring at him with such enthusiasm, signalling him with a go, go, go gesture.
They bullied a tiny mouse!
McCaw chanted Theyre good people a hundred times in his heart, turned his head and decided to sprinkle his anger on the two elf guards. He raised his chest up and squeaked a lecture at them, then ran away before they could react.
A mouse!
What a gross mouse. How could a mouse get into the palace? Chase it out!
The guard swung his spear and almost stabbed McCaw in the butt. Luckily, he was small and his movements didnt take up much space, which allowed Celtic to make a move just in time and pull him in at once.
Jin Cheng kept staying close to the door, carefully watching the movement outside the door.
Unsurprisingly, the guards began to take out the key to open the door. It was no big deal if a mouse ran into the underground prison, but if the wine in the cellar was damaged, it would be a huge mess.
Click. The door opened.
The two guards entered almost at the same time, and Jin Cheng and Celtic also jumped out from both sides of the gate almost at the same time. One by one, they covered the guards nose and mouth from behind, dragged them into the dark and knocked them out, then directly gagged them and locked them up in the prison cell.
About ten minutes later, two elf guards closed the door and reappeared outside the wine cellar. It was just that if one looked closely, he would find that their pointed ears were very unnatural.
McCaw hid inside Jin Chengs pocket, still showing them the way.
The place they were heading to was Elder Evans residence. It would be best if they could find evidence that proved that Evans had colluded with outsiders to inflict harm on the Secret Lake.
Celtic was worried that they would run into Evans again: If he really leaves a mark on me with his blessing, he may be aware of us coming for him.
Thats just nice. Jin Cheng replied without a fear: We can directly catch him and save a lot of effort.
When he didnt do anything earlier, it was because Celtic was still in the hands of the enemy. He also hadnt fully understood the situation and didnt want to strike just yet. Now he no longer had that worry.
At the same time, Tang Cuo took Hawk back, and everyone watched a new change taking place with the illusion of the Secret Lake. The first Secret Lake presented them with a lot of animals, sacred beasts and the Goddess of Nature. Now, a huge black ship was standing in the middle of the Secret Lake, exuding overwhelming mystery.
Amidst the mist, there seemed to be shaking figures of people on the ship, making it look totally like the phantom ship often seen in legends of the sea.
There was no doubt that this was a masterpiece from the two sleeping men of the Pinwheel Harbour office.
Upon seeing this, Hawks expression turned especially unsightly.
Heimen wasnt in the mood to care about him. His younger brother Hayes was getting sleepy and he himself was almost unable to hold it anymore. He couldnt help looking at Tang Cuo, who was the most likely to make him feel secure here, and asked: What should we do now?
Tang Cuo looked at Celtic again: What do you say?
Heimen wasnt aware of the conversation between Tang Cuo and Celtic earlier, but he hadnt fully placed his trust on Celtic. Seeing Celtic stay silent, his doubts grew even bigger.
Celtic kept quiet a moment, and finally he said: I dont know.
Tang Cuo didnt expect him to come up with a solution right away. If things were that simple, the strange situation at the Secret Lake wouldnt remained unresolved for three whole months.
In fact, when we entered the Secret Lake, we were already inside an illusion. This is your illusion. The druids just said that you arent Celtic. Tang Cuo stared directly into Celtics eyes.
Who was this fake Celtic?
Tang Cuo was inclined towards the idea that he was the guardian of the Secret Lake, or rather, the spirit of the Secret Lake that was born after thousands of years. There were often such settings in fantasy stories.
Hearing his explanation, the others quickly understood, and Hawks eyes immediately widened. He looked at Celtic in shock.
Tang Cuo quietly swept a glance at Hawks clenched fist, seemingly thinking of something.
On the other side, Heimen frowned and was deep in thoughts: That is to say, there are now double illusions, with a big illusion that contains many smaller ones. Then can we just try to wake him up?
By this, he was referring to the fake Celtic.
This was of course feasible in theory. Tang Cuo said: Our previous method of breaking the illusion was to get rid of the special items directly related to the person who was sleeping. But in this big illusion, what is this item?
Hawk: ..
For now, Ill just assume that youre not referring to me.
Hawk held back his urge: The fake druid earlier is one of them. Theyre clearly the Rose Sect, and they definitely are peeping at us from the dark. Out of kindness, let me tell you, if something goes wrong later, dont blame me for not warning you.
Tang Cuo: So what were you spying on just now?
Hawk kept his mouth shut, but the twin brothers and Don had both looked over here, leaving him with no room to hide at all. He could only say: Its a matter relating to the Greenvines Alliance, I cant just say it.
This was easy to handle. Tang Cuo looked at Hammo and Don: Its rude of me, but please stay away for a moment.
The two understood their position and took their leave. Even Hammo, who had always been irritable, showed no objection. The fake Celtic was still immersed in his own world and wasnt paying any attention to the situation here. Tang Cuo immediately signaled to Hawk You can talk now.
Hawk quietly bit on his lips and finally decided to compromise: We were trying to find the Heart of The Lake.
Heart of The lake?
Tang Cuo, Hayes and Heimen both frowned. Hawk had revealed his intention anyway, so of course he went on with a bit more explanation: Heart of The Lake is the spirit born from the Secret Lake after thousands of years. It may be a person, or it may be an item. Once you obtain it, there are endless benefits awaiting you.
Heimen: So youre taking this opportunity to quietly snatch it from the lake? And bring it back to the Pinwheel Harbour office? Have you reported to the headquarters? Or were you planning to pocket it for your own?
Facing a series of questions from Heimen, Hawk could predict that after he returned, the Black Mountain office would definitely attack the Pinwheel Harbour office on this matter. But even if he had a slip of the tongue here, it was likely that nothing would change in the end.
People from the Black Mountain office had such horrible, rigid tempers. They were notorious all over the alliance.
Needless to say, the premise was that they could all go back alive.
Tang Cuo was more concerned about the Heart of The Lake. This was no surprise the fake Celtic must be this Heart. No wonder Hawk cast him such a strange look just now.
It turned out that what he had been searching for a long time had been right beside him all this while.
However, with the presence of men from the Black Mountain office here, this little scheme of the Pinwheel Harbour office wouldnt have a chance to work out.
What would happen to the Secret Lake if its Heart was stolen? One didnt even have to use his brain to figure out the result. Unless the Greenvines Alliance wanted to expose the Elf race, if this secret was brought to light, the consequences would be disastrous.
At this time, Hayes finally couldnt resist the drowsiness and fell asleep. As more people succumbed to their sleepiness, more changes took place inside the illusion. Stunning flowers started blooming on the lakeshore and a bridge emerged, extending all the way into the dense mist. The pitch black, eternally calm lake seemed to hide an immense danger in it.
No one had the guts to come close.
Time flowed by slowly. Everyone scattered around to look for the seal, or they boldly approached the lakeshore to investigate further, but nothing was found.
Two hours later, Don fell asleep too.
At present, only Tang Cuo, Heimen, Hawk and the dwarf Hammo remained awake.
Tang Cuo was the one who dared to approach the lake and stop next to a reindeer. The reindeer was drinking water from the lake, occasionally looking up at him. The animals big eyes were full of curiosity.
The Goddess of Nature clad in the golden silk dress had arrived at the bridge. She walked along the bridge until she completely entered the thick mist, leaving only a vague shadow behind. The white unicorn trotted by her side, occasionally rubbing its horn affectionately against her hand.
Tang Cuo kept thinking and thinking. If his brain could manifest into a real existence, it would probably be a spinner that never stopped turning. He looked down at the lake and his face deep in thoughts was reflected on the surface, as though the lake was spreading out a sheet of paper for him to paint on however he liked.
Of course this was only his imagination and others couldnt see it, but if Jin Cheng was here, he would probably imagine what Tang Cuos complex web of thoughts looked like.
Here it comes again.
Even though so many thoughts were flooding his mind, Tang Cuo could still think of Jin Cheng. He finally could verify the theory that being in love really made people dizzy.
What was Jin Cheng doing?
Really, did anything bad happen to his dear instructor? Otherwise, why hadnt he appeared yet? As Tang Cuo was having these thoughts and looking at his own reflection in the water, a bright light suddenly flashed in his mind.
He looked back at the fake Celtic and asked: No matter how the Secret Lake appears in my dream while I sleep, the illusion will show everything, right?
The fake Celtic was stunned for a moment, then he nodded.
Tang Cuo asked Heimen again: In the continent of Sicilit, what can take off all our blindfolds and restore the real appearance of everything? He originally wanted to talk about the Monster-Revealing Mirror [zhao yao jing] Refers to a magic mirror that can reflect the appearance of monsters, which is often featured in Chinese folklores or supernatural tales., but there should be no such thing in Sicilit.
Heimen thought hard for a while but couldnt think of any, and the fake Celtic didnt have any clues either. Hammo blinked and cast a snobbish look that screamed you all are so dumb you dont even know at them: Its the Mirror of Truth, created by the ninth generation of the famous blacksmithing master Gerardmi von Askar White of the Dwarf race
The name of this dwarf was even longer than an old ladys foot binding clothFoot binding was the Chinese custom of breaking and tightly binding the feet of females with a long cloth in order to change the shape and size of their feet. Its often said that an old ladys foot binding cloth is smelly and long, which later becomes a figure of speech to describe the smell or length of something..
Tang Cuo interrupted him: Give me your wine.
Hammo immediately covered the bottle in vigilance: Why?
Tang Cuo: To get drunk. Then I can start dreaming.
Hammo wasnt stupid and could roughly guess what Tang Cuo was planning. He wanted to summon the Mirror of Truth in this illusion to let the fake Celtic see his real self in the mirror, so as to truly wake him up and break the illusion.
After hesitating again and again, Hammo reluctantly threw the bottle to Tang Cuo, then he put both hands on his hips and turned the other way, not wanting to give another look. If he looked a bit more, he might regret this decision.
Tang Cuo drank and the alcohol slightly got to his head, but he couldnt fall asleep immediately. He returned the bottle to Hammo, pulled out his sword and flicked it, coming to the decision that he should take advantage of this time to do something else.
When Hawk saw him drawing his sword, his fear came back crashing his mind. He immediately asked: What do you want to do?
Tang Cuo smiled: Didnt you say that the other four are hiding in the dark? To prevent them from attacking me while Im sleeping, Ill chop them off first.
Im drunk. Super fierce.