Chapter 811: Getting Interested, Finding Some Fun!

"Tsk tsk, the third guess has already been investigated."

After Arthur chatted for a few sentences and went to direct people to camp.

Lan Qingyou looked at the marshland outside and asked Elisa beside her.

"It's very simple right, just look at the commodity sales situation in the surrounding cities, especially if there are any unidentified flows in terms of daily necessities."

"Then estimate the time stayed by the people entering and exiting this place, and roughly one can tell if there are people lingering inside here."

For Elisa.

This kind of investigation and statistics was simply too easy.

She often did it in university, so there was fundamentally no difficulty.

"Then what if the people inside are self-sufficient?"

"Self-sufficient in a marshland? Fishing and hunting?"

"Can't they?"

"For a small number of people it should still be possible, but for a scale of hundreds of people, I don't think they can achieve such an effect."

Elisa shook her head.

Although it was undeniable that this marshland was very large.

Let alone a few hundred people, even a few thousand people could be fed.

But that was established on the condition of being scattered.

If people gathered together, their activity radius would be limited.

Unless...

"Frequent migration?"

"Exactly!"

Lan Qingyou had an expression that said 'the child is teachable'.

But Elisa didn't look at her face that begged for a beating at all.

"Although migration can solve problems like food, it cannot explain why none of the people who entered came out alive."

"After all, the premise of doing this is established on the other party doing some shady business inside this marshland."

Yes.

The premise.

There was a biggest premise in Elisa's guess.

Which was that the people inside were conducting some secret activities.

If there wasn't this premise, then this hypothesis itself could be knocked down and redone.

"Bizarre, no survivors, this really does look quite interesting."

Lan Qingyou looked enthusiastically at that marshland not far away.

"Whitey, what do you think?"

"I don't think anything, no matter what the result is, it's nothing more than that."

Elisa replied expressionlessly.

"Or what? You've gotten interested?"

"What else, if there really is some powerful mental-type Magic Beast, maybe I can catch it directly and instantly refine it."

While speaking, Lan Qingyou's fingers moved.

That appearance truly looked like a bloodthirsty demon choosing people to devour.

Making Elisa shake her head repeatedly.

But there was one point she wasn't wrong about.

If there really existed a Magic Beast that could repair souls, then to them it was definitely a good thing.

"Then what do you plan to do? Or rather, what do you plan to let me do?"

She knew that if this guy Lan Qingyou wanted to take action, she fundamentally didn't need to say anything to her.

After all, in terms of ability, everyone was about the same.

"You don't need to do anything."

Lan Qingyou shrugged.

"Alright, understood."

Elisa nodded, then opened the book in her hands.

Although what Lan Qingyou said was to do nothing, conversely it meant letting her not make a move.

This kind of matter of seeking fun alone actually wasn't rare among them.

Simply put, she wanted to find fun, but was afraid the other person would interfere, causing her fun to decrease.

So.

It was considered something like a secret agreement.

Originally, logically speaking, when camping in the evening like this, Elisa would take out her Tent that even an Earl's third son would envy.

But not today.

Or rather, she didn't need to at least for now.

Because that black guy was going to find fun.

So even if she was going to pitch the Tent, she at least had to wait until the other party finished playing with this fun before talking.

Otherwise, ghost knows if she would be caught in the crossfire.

You should know the other party's combat style was completely opposite to her own gentle breeze and fine rain combat style.

So before the other party finished, Elisa didn't plan to take action.

And Arthur was also currently feeling confused about this matter.

After all, in the past when camping, the two would always take out their respective Tents and throw them on the ground right away.

But today was very abnormal.

After he went to report, the other party didn't make any moves.

The carriage was still so quiet.

Even the coachman from the Viscount's family who drove the carriage hadn't left his post yet.

No helping it.

The two distinguished guests still had no intention of getting off the carriage.

As a coachman, he could only stay in place and wait for the other party's instructions.

Let alone the coachman, even those ten guards sent by the Viscount hadn't moved.

"What is going on here?"

Unable to understand, Arthur muttered a sentence.

Right at this moment, the carriage door was opened.

Then that girl wearing the black robe just floated out like that.

Because he had already seen it many times, Arthur wasn't panicked.

He just stood in place and watched the other party's next plans.

Subsequently...

Arthur then saw the other party raise her hand, then waved downwards in the direction of the marshland.

It was clearly just a simple waving action.

But in the eyes of Arthur, a person who had also learned magic, it was absolutely not simple.

No.

It couldn't be said to be seen.

It should be said to be having such a feeling.

That feeling of mana boiling around him was very uncomfortable.

"This... how is this possible?"

Arthur looked in surprise at that figure floating in midair.

He had encountered this kind of feeling before.

That was more than ten years ago when he was still in school, when he saw the school's instructor using magic.

You should know that instructor was an Orichalcum-ranked Grand Mage with the Title of 'Honorary Principal of the Imperial Magic Academy'.

The magic used was also a destructive magic bordering on a Forbidden Spell.

No matter how you looked at this Alchemist, she should only be in her teens or twenties right?

Being able to produce decent potions at this age was already very remarkable.

As a result, the magic used could actually make a Mage like him feel pressured?

This was truly strange.

"If I were you, I would definitely let my subordinates keep a close eye on the caravan, especially those horned horses that are easily frightened."

Just when Arthur was doubting his life, Elisa, who had come down from the carriage at some unknown time, said to him.

"Uh..."

No.

Easily frightened horned horses?

Do you want to listen to what you're saying?

The reason the Magic Beast horned horse could be chosen as a mount or a tool for pulling carriages was exactly because it had a docile personality and at the same time wasn't easily frightened and thus losing control.

As a result, you actually say easily frightened?

Arthur felt it was a bit absurd.

But remembering the terrifying energy generated in the instant that black-robed Alchemist used magic just now, he felt it seemed better to listen to the opinion of this white-robed person.

So he immediately directed people to unload all the horned horses from the carriages and lead them to the side.

Fortunately, since they were going to camp anyway, a portion of the horned horses had already been unhitched.

So this order was completed by everyone without expending much effort.

Although neither the caravan choresmen nor the guards understood why they had to lead the horned horses to the side, they still did so.

And in the next second.

They saw a scene they would never forget for their entire lives...