Hearing Halandir's righteous rejection, Alyosha was stunned for a moment, as if she hadn't considered what to do if the other party resisted. After a moment, she started yelling fiercely again:

"Sure enough, you half-elves have a problem with nia~ Sister Aleya's judgment is correct. You are using bad ideas!"

Without waiting for the other party to respond, she turned into a dark shadow and sank into the shadow again.

A momentary surprise glance made Halandil witness her form.

This is a black panther shrouded in fog, or a big black cat. Her agile figure and every move is elegant and deadly. She merges into the darkness and completely hides her figure and breath.

This is an extraordinary person in the druid path, a occult scholar and explorer who is good at communicating nature and interpreting dreams. He can transform into wild creatures such as bears, cheetahs and owls. Depending on the battlefield environment, they can quickly switch between various characters, providing support like spellcasters and priests, and also restrain or tear down opponents at close range. In short, they are dangerous enemies!

It's coming! Halandir felt a strong murderous aura and threat. This guy named Alyosha seemed to have determined that the half-elf was suspicious, and he had to take action without even planning to communicate. He was a young and reckless idiot. However, Halandir himself also lost the perception of the ranger and was unable to capture the druid's position in the dark.

If she was defeated by this little girl in a round of confrontation, she would not be able to listen to others' explanations. How can she know that I am not an enemy?

I must show Alyosha my kindness!

Harandil took a deep breath and his fingers moved slightly. The mysterious power he had just obtained was boiling deep in his consciousness, and he urgently asked him to use it.

The first round of attacks came. The beast in the shadow pressed his claws on the ground and rushed upwards, stalking down from mid-air. The shining claws of cold light swept towards Halandir's legs. If this blow hit, it would be enough to make him lose his movement. However, before the claws appeared, a violent and strange cough suddenly came from the darkness, exposing Alyosha's position.

With this prompt, Halandil hurriedly rolled forward, and the cold light of the sharp claws almost swept across his calf.

The ability of viral colds had spread through Halandir's cough at the beginning of both sides' encounter, infecting the opponent.

The big cat missed the target and threw it into nothing, tilting her head in confusion. When she adjusted her posture and pounced on her again, she staggered like she was drunk, and her agile steps became empty.

Harandil immediately felt sure. He was in a bad state, but the extraordinary nature of the plague also pulled his opponent to a level comparable to him. He easily avoided the blow and kicked the big cat from the side.

Alyosha stood unsteadily and rolled on the ground for half a circle and hit the wall. Halandier seized the opportunity and rushed up. The other party was an elf with a higher status than him, and was also related to the next investigator Aleya. He could not end it. So he threw the sword in his hand and turned over and rode on the back of the big cat.

"Meow--!"

If you want to talk about what it feels like to surf in the stormy waves, that is what Halandier is experiencing at this moment.

The furious Alyosha jumped up and down, trying her best to throw the half-elf off the back. However, Halandier vaguely felt that while he possessed new mysterious power, he had mastered some indescribable ability - even if he was riding on the big cat who was struggling desperately, he could nimblely maintain balance, ride very steadily, and even freed up his hands to squeeze the cat's back, shouting:

"stop!"

This pinch immediately made Alyosha roar and struggle like crazy, kicking her limbs. The roar was like a thunderous thunder and thunder in the sewer, and the darkness retreated a little. Halandier grabbed the back of the cat's neck with his left hand, raised his right hand to use all his strength, and slammed the cat's head violently.

"Bang!"

This punch made Alyosha pause, then rolled all over the ground like a salted fish. Halandil was taken down with him and his face was heavily patted to the ground. He did not dare to be careless, and he grabbed the back of his neck with all his strength and beat him to the head.

As the punch went down, a dull echoed in the sewer like an empty lane. The big cat was beaten so hard that it screamed, with its front paw protecting its head and its hind paws fluttering forward and backward on the ground.

After hitting eight or nine punches, the big cat under his crotch had already appeared in a human form. His white and tender arms hugged his head and shouted for help in a low voice. He was bleeding from his silver teeth, nose, and ears, and he no longer moved.

Halandier hurriedly let go, looking at the girl under her crotch for fear that she would be beaten to death, and her strength in her hand was relieved. Seeing that Alyosha was still exhaling, he took off his breath, stood up and let her lie on the ground, hurriedly retreated aside, and shouted in his fingers:

"You cat is cheating to death, and I will take a look at the knife to take care of you slowly!"

"Meow, ahem, meow won't beat..."

Alyosha lay down face to the ground, coughing while begging for mercy for a few words, and then started to cry.

Fortunately, he was not beaten to death, but it was okay! Seeing the girl being beaten and cried, Harandil immediately breathed a sigh of relief and wanted to pick her up and put her aside. He couldn't carry her. He looked down and saw that his hands were shaking like sieves. He actually tried his best and his hands and feet were soft.

The two of them were gasping for a while and resting in the uninhabited sewer before Alyosha slowly recovered. She sat up halfway and wiped her face, but saw blood on her hands, and she immediately cried even harder.

"Stop crying." Halandir shouted softly.

This drink scared Alyosha. She was afraid that she would be beaten again, so she cried a little less, but she still said stubbornly:

"Meow, I want to tell Sister Aleya, let her, let her hit you~"

"Hoho, then where is Eleya?"

"She investigates the case at the command center~"

"Very good, there are at least five streets here," Halandir had calmed his breath, raised his right hand and clenched his fist, gestured in front of the little girl, and grinned, "Look how many steps are there with me?"

Seeing the fist, Alyosha twitched suddenly, lowered her head and said nothing.

Halandir took a deep breath with satisfaction: "Now you know my kindness."

"Ha?" Alyosha was stunned by this. She stopped sobbing and asked with a sob, "Is this, kindness?"

"Of course, if you attack me without asking, you will naturally be ready to fight with me and be beaten," Halandir held his head up and nodded, "It happens that we rangers also like aggressive contact. When you encounter someone like you who don't speak well, then let's beat you first so that you can feel it with your body and mind. Are you still fighting?!"

Alyosha was afraid of being beaten again and dared not speak. Seeing that she gave in, Halandil asked her about her original intention for doing this.

It turned out that the little girl was an intern at the command center and was very close to Aleya. After the death of the front-line executive Antiha, Aleya also conducted some investigations independently.

One of the clues obtained from the investigation led to the half-elves group. Halandir and Pilotis were the last members of the troops commanded by Antiha. They came to Canaan by chance, and naturally they were on the list of suspicions. Without further evidence and clues, Aleya continued to investigate the half-elves, while Alexa took the initiative to take on the task of surveillance Halandir and others.

Early this morning, she found the half-elf coming out of her home and entering the mysterious and suspicious sewer. She immediately suspected that he was engaged in an ulterior motive or accomplices. Alyosha believed that this was a good opportunity to seize the clues, and then took action on the road without anyone.

From the perspective of ideas, this is understandable. Investigation and investigation, tracking the suspect and finding clues from it have always been an orthodox way of investigation. It is just that Alyosha's poor and weak combat power makes this past and afterwards look like a joke...

Halandier explained a few words and told Alexa that he and the investigator Miss will go to the command center to meet with Aleya tomorrow morning, and then show the ingredients they just bought in their pockets. Miss Druid then dispelled her doubts and limped back to the ground under Halandier's escort.

...

From the perspective of elves, we half-elves are all weirdos, social instability elements and suspects. Yes, murder in the mysterious world does not necessarily require a face-to-face stab or poisoning. Impressions and fear can also lead people to madness, causing loss of control or death.

When he got home, Halandier cooked the soup while sorting out his mind. He had never cooked himself much before, so he could only wash all the vegetables and cut them into pieces and stew them in a pot.

He was busy until dawn to make a pot of soup. The cut tomatoes, winter melon, mutton, and potatoes made the fragrant soup together, which made Halandier, who was tortured by biscuits and paste, squirted his throat. He immediately wanted to shout his companion to taste it, but when he turned around, he found that Pilottis was sitting on the sofa.

"You went out?"

Halandier, who had just cooked the soup, was about to respond casually, but suddenly saw the investigator lady fiddling with her coat hanging on the sofa. There was also a long black hair hanging on the cufflinks of the coat... Halandier immediately raised her vigilance: "I went out and bought something, and met someone."

"Who is there~"

"A minor elves named Alyosha, the extraordinary person of the Druid pathway, can transform into a black panther girl. She suspected that we were related to Antiha's death and followed me in the sewer for a while. Then, we fought and I beat her to cry!"

"Oh—" Miss Investigator elongated her tone, as if she had suddenly realized it, "I thought you were going to investigate Miss Rose's business~"

Hey, I didn't even think about that... Halandir turned around and brought the soup out with a smile: "Come and try it!"

The investigator looked down at the soup bowl in front of him, looked up at him with confusion, and then looked at the vegetables floating in the soup, and smelled them carefully.

"Why do you need soup for breakfast?" She muttered and picked up the bowl, took a sip with a complicated expression, and suddenly raised her head.

"ah!"

"How is this soup?"

"Ah, it's very delicious! Where did you learn it?"

"I'm from..."

Wait a minute! How should I answer this question! Harandil suddenly realized that he was facing a difficult problem, and he was subject to collective nurturing and restraint, and was forced to sleep in his spare time. It was too illogical why the half-elf who made soup with soup...

"I, well, when I was hungry on the battlefield, I was thinking about what it would be if I stewed them in a pot," Halandir explained hurriedly, and then added, "I also asked for some advice on how to deal with them when I bought the food."

It's me, this answer is amazing! Halandir is about to applaud himself in his heart.
Chapter completed!