Dow and Carbon-Based Monkey Breeding Guidelines

Chapter 523
When Yale Liga was asked to wear two shackles with the effect of confinement, she did not lack the opportunity to escape.Although the golden statues with weapons were staring at her, the other two witnesses, one was a ghostly night-gaunt elf, flapping eeriely at a soft little tooth saw hidden in the doll's belly, the other He looked at her with exasperation and grief, obviously having just experienced a frustrating one-sided lovelorn.

She wasn't annoyed by it, but she did recall rumors of goblins being moody and overly sensitive.She couldn't help feeling sorry, because the way the little thing hopped and jumped was still very pleasing to her.Whenever she starts a relatively stable sedentary life, she always wants to put a little thing like this running around in the room.But if the little pet always likes to cry and cry, it will not be so useful for adjusting life.She rarely reveals this, but it's true that she is not good at dealing with mentally sensitive little things.

"I saw it with my own eyes!" sobbed the goblin, "and she drove a white, thing, a magic box! to Bendis's door. The poor little thing was just abandoned like that . . . Ah, she is so beautiful, and yet so cruel! A thousand children!"

The Guardians of Gold listened to this witness with their icy statue eyes.They then asked the dean of the foster care institution to come out and preside over the affairs.

"The dean is having a meeting with the mages." The doll swinging the Koike saw pointedly said, "I am the temporary person in charge here. Just now, when I heard the noise and walked over to open the door, the child was arrested Put it in front of the door. And the only one standing in front of me at that time was this succubus lady. I think she might be able to explain the origin of this child. As far as I know, her race is not in the two hundred More than 1000 children were born in one day and night."

That was a relatively objective testimony, so Allerica smiled at it happily.But in her mind she pondered the astonishing number that the creature hiding inside the doll - probably a night-dire elf - had mentioned. "More than 1000 children were born in two hundred days and nights." If this sentence and the current situation were as she understood it, it would be a surprise.She knew of some races that were especially good at breeding, but it was not common to have an average of five births per night.Besides, if a race could reproduce so efficiently, their young would obviously not grow too slowly.

Surrounded by the sharp weapons of the guardians, she adjusted to a more comfortable position.That immediately drew everyone's eyes back to her.

"I thought I could at least see what the child looked like?" she said unhurriedly. "If it was my child, at least it should have a pair of horns. It is a characteristic of my blood, no matter the father of the child Who."

No one objected to her request.The golden guardian who was in charge of hugging the child moved over, slowly bent its icy waist, and gave Yaleriga a look at the creature in its embrace.Its clumsy, rigid arms, specially designed for grasping weapons, ran along the top of the baby's head, pulling away the cloth surrounding the head.In the process, Allerica quickly looked at the whole piece of fabric that wrapped the baby.The light brown fabric looked soft and fine, with unusually neat edges and corners. It didn't look like a purely handmade product, but it wasn't a complicated industrial product either, at least far inferior to the strange white boat that sent this baby to appear here.

The cloth was a noteworthy clue, but nothing compared to the baby's appearance.Between the cloth wrappings, Yareriga saw a face that was almost pure white.The owner of this face obviously has not yet fully developed the facial features, but it has approximately shown the appearance of a Pan-Homo sapiens.Its lower jaw is very pointed, almost in the shape of an inverted triangle, and its eyes are sunken deep in the skin, so much that Yale Liga suspects that its visual system will not be too developed, but its hairless ears are unusually large, tall Highland drums are on both sides of the skull.There are no obvious scales, feathers, hairs, or other skin-covering tissue, which may just be the stage of growth it is in.

The characteristics and appearance of this larva are not very cute in terms of Yale Liga's aesthetics, but they are not shocking enough in the vast sea of ​​stars.She gently stretched out her hand and gestured to touch the baby's ear, and the guardians' bodies made a menacing clang.

"This is not my child," she said lightly, not paying much attention to the weapons against her skin.

What she said was such an obvious conclusion that no one refuted it.The night-gaunt elf said slowly, "That doesn't prove it wasn't stolen by you."

"Why would I do this?" Yaleiriga asked rhetorically. "Just to send it to your door? And a thousand of its brothers and sisters?"

Naturally, no one could answer her question, and it was difficult for even Yale Liga to come up with a reasonable answer.Nevertheless, she was shackled by the Guardians and sent before the eyes of a higher master, along with two witnesses who testified against her.During that whole process, Allerica was blindfolded and could not see where they were going, but she could hear the sad sobbing of the little elf from time to time, and it seemed that her crime had made the little thing sad.Yale Liga herself is not sad at all, she and the memories in her head are used to it, whether it breaks other people's hearts all day long, or encounters mishaps and grievances from time to time.She's confident she can handle it, and if one day she can't—that's just the natural end of being a creature.

On the way she rethought the whole thing again.She first thought of what she had encountered when she was buying an arm for Jing Juan, the furious cry of the tower keeper, and the baby that was finally carried into the tower.Needless to say, what she saw at that time was also one in a thousand.Then she heard the voice of the night-gaunt elf, who seemed to be discussing the matter with a guardian.They mentioned several places, such as the sanctuary of the spring opened by the elves, the settlement of the cat people, and even the herb garden of the lizards, where the mysterious deserter knocked on the door.

That, Yarérica thought, was a novelty.Given the lizardfolk's penchant for preying on sentient beings, it's not at all safe to give them young.As for the other recipients?The White Tower will never take in people who cannot voluntarily sign an apprenticeship agreement, and although the elves occasionally help abandoned babies, they are only willing to give them to suitable well-meaning people.If these babies sent by the White Ship had not tragically died in the belly of the monster, they would all be sent to the public facilities of Gate City to be raised in the end.She liked children very much, but she definitely couldn't handle a thousand children. No wonder the night-dire elf who was in charge of this matter seemed so neurotic.

She continued to eavesdrop on the conversation next to her, while being distracted by the prime suspect in the matter—not herself, of course, but the young mage standing on the raised platform.This person is clearly responsible for her current imprisonment, and it is difficult to say that it was not intentional.But why did he do that?If he was the one who kept throwing babies into the gate city, what was the purpose of that behavior?Since all actions were completed by relying on the white ship, he obviously didn't need to expose himself, he stood on that eye-catching high platform and waited, and finally let her notice his existence.He was also quite reckless in framing her, or maybe he was confident, thinking that she would never be able to drag him into this matter.

A hazy thought formed in Yareriga's head.It occurred to her that the mage undoubtedly knew more than the dire elves, than the Tower Keepers, or even the Guardians of Gold.He knew that what he needed to wait for was a white ship, not a evangelical family deprived of fertility, and he even knew the approximate time and place when the white ship would appear.Either this person knew everything about the White Ship and the culprit—or he knew everything about the entire port.

She stopped searching for the mage's identity when she walked up some kind of steps.Not long after, the guardian took her to a place that seemed strangely empty.The floor under her feet was not solid, and there was some kind of hollow echo from the bottom, and the breeze blew up from below, caressing her bare arms coldly.She felt herself walking on some sort of unsteady metal long plank, and realized almost immediately where she was being taken.

"Is this the Golden Judgment Hall?" she asked. "Where is the Statue of Judgment?"

The guard escorting behind her made a dull reply, confirming her guess.Yale Liga was a little surprised, but also alarmed for other reasons.The guardian sent her to a certain place, and then asked her to stand there still.

"You are standing on the scales of the soul," the escort announced in his impersonal metallic voice. "Any lie will bring you down."

It took off the cloth that covered Yareriga's eyes.

(End of this chapter)