Righteous Angry Hunting Demon

After hearing that nagging voice, Lin Yun and the others subconsciously became vigilant.

Lin Yun gestured to Nero, ready to fight.

Then at this time, I saw the plague bird flying over directly, "Old elf boy, what are you doing here?" The plague bird, who did not know how old he was, landed on the edge of a ruin and said directly.

"I know you?" Lin Yun was slightly taken aback when he saw the bird fly up so familiarly, and then poked his head out.

A blind elf stood before the crowd.

He had a peculiar appearance, with a heavy wear of age on his face, a feature so unusual among members of his race. Sparse gray hair, shaggy beard, clouded eyes, paper-thin skin covered with age spots, spine bent with age... this is not the way elves generally age. The youthful look that lingers on an elf's face even in death has completely abandoned the old man.

"You are.

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"Lin Yun looked at the person in front of him suspiciously.

"Ah, Commander, long time no see." Seeing this person holding a ring that looked pure gold, he said.

"You know me?" Lin Yun narrowed his eyes and said.

"Ah, yes, because in fact, not long ago, my good friend Quedens asked me to come over to help investigate the guardian stone, but because of the sudden attack of the devil, I didn't expect it to become like this. In fact, the Queen I was there when I gave you the honor ceremony and gave you the status of knight." The blind elf said with a smile.

"Really? What's your name?" Lin Yun narrowed his eyes and said.

Quadence is the librarian of the Blackwing Library at Cannabury.

Now, he should still be assisting Hu Erlan in Cannabury's reconstruction work, especially the reconstruction of the Blackwing Library.

"Before, I would claim to be a blacksmith from Jonning, lost my sight, and found my calling in a new art, a collector of stories. But lately I've come to suspect that these are but lies."

The old elf chuckled sadly. "It's ironic, I never thought that one day I'd have a reason to complain about my own memory. My memory holds stories from the whole world, but... I've noticed more and more warning signs lately. I've interacted with many ancient stories, and then found out... I was in those stories. I don't remember those events, but stories don't lie. So, it means my memory is lying. I intend to dive into the deepest part of memory to find out the truth. I Trying to prove that my visions are real...and why is my past hidden from myself? I have to find out why."

Listening to this guy's tirade, Lin Yun's forehead was covered with black lines.

"So, what is your name, what is the name you at least tell Quedence?" Lin Yun said with a slight twitching of his mouth.

"Sometimes people can lose their names. But mom and dad are gone, and friends are gone, and there's nowhere to ask what a name is. So people just pick a good word for a name, because everyone has to Gotta have a name... Is it really necessary? I don't know!"

The old elf frowned: "I prefer to be called Storyteller. It describes my work and the scope of my interests very accurately. In most places I have been, people call me by that name."

"Speaking of which, I have never seen an elf that looks so old. Can I ask how old you are?" Sedum on the side also interjected at this time.

The blind old man straightened his bony back. "As you can see, this is what we have to do if we're trying to live for thousands of years. There's probably no mortal in the world older than me."

The storyteller sighed and continued with a sad smile. "In short, this has nothing to do with time. This is a story I have always buried in my heart. This world is full of suffering and sadness, and my story is not immune. I tasted their bitterness and accepted this kind of life in my heart. It is really difficult .The weight of these sufferings is on my shoulders, but I will never exchange my burden with others."

"This guy talks a lot, is it the legendary chatter?" Bao'er frowned slightly, as if she was not quite used to it.

"Ah, I'm really sorry. As you can see, after all, I'm a little old, so it's inevitable that I like to chatter more. Let me express my emotions by the way." The storyteller said with a smile.

At this moment, Lin Yun frowned slightly, he always felt that this guy was confusing their thinking.

"Before you said that Quedens invited to investigate the matter of the guardian stone, so what?" Lin Yun thought about it for a while, and finally dug out the question at the beginning from the pile of words.

The storyteller smiled: "I'm a storyteller. Just an old elf... maybe a little bit older. Even for elves, I'm an old man. I've seen many things and been to many places .It was not so long ago that I witnessed the rise of a young kingdom in the Stolen Lands, where leaders were highly anticipated and promising. As I dealt with the complexities of conquering that land, my advice was clearly relevant to the A very useful leader."

"It's not uncommon for me. Some people come to me for advice or services and I don't turn them down. That's where I get my reputation: an old wanderer who never hurts anyone and stays out of the world Disagreements, but sometimes good advice. I have a few good friends in Nerosion who can vouch for my honesty. That's why my little request to see the Guardian Stone with my own eyes was granted. I've visited every single one of them, and I've only found reasons to warn Cannabury."

"I've examined many wardstones, but only this one guarding Cannabury, I feel a flaw in it. It has a taint of corruption within it. A weakness that demons are bound to exploit. They can wreak havoc within the wardstone , corrupt it, and turn it into a demonic weapon. What on earth can a demon do with it? I feel horrible just thinking about it. The guardian stone must be destroyed. But just when I wanted to tell my friend Quaden At the time of Si, such a tragedy happened."

"Is that so?" Lin Yun frowned slightly, feeling something was wrong.

"Are you a bard?" Nero asked a little strangely.

"Although I don't know what's going on with this guy, I can be sure that this guy is not a pure bard. He has the ability to touch something and then produce a very powerful retrospective effect. If you want to investigate something, he is very useful." At this time, the diseased bird who rarely expressed his opinion also said at this time.

"Is it true?" Lin Yun raised his eyebrows and looked at the storyteller.

The storyteller smiled lightly. "Yes, to a certain extent. But it's more like a gift. I can see the past of things, the stories that have happened. As long as I touch the object, it has the holders, theirs. Fragments of memories would manifest in my consciousness. Their emotions, their passions, their tragedies. I would see those visions as if I were them."

The storyteller shrugged: "I've always been able to handle things well. I'm sure I should have been a blacksmith before. I've always felt the essence of things, where their souls are. As far as I can remember, I can always feel on an object the remnants of memories and feelings left by its former owner. I don't know where this gift comes from. Perhaps, after the gods took my sight, It gave me another sense."

"Are you an occultist?" Lin Yun thought for a while and then said.

"Commander is really well-informed. He even knows occultists. It's just a pity that I don't seem to be an occultist. It should even be said that my ability is stronger than tactile perception." Storyteller He shook his head slightly, but at the same time showed a proud smile.

The occultist is a very special profession, similar to the ability of the previous paladin who wanted to investigate Dylan.

A special supernatural professional.

Then the occultist has a very special ability at level 2.

Called tactile perception, investigating an object using this method takes 1 minute to manipulate the object.

If the item is a magic item, he knows its properties and command words, as if he had successfully used detect magic and succeeded on a Spellcraft check.

If the occultist's class level is lower than the item's caster level, he does not reveal the presence of the cursed item.

If the item has any historical significance ~www.readwn.com~ the occultist can learn some information about the past.

Finally, if the item was last used within 1 day per occultist level, he can learn some information about the item's last user.

Such information could be a glimpse of the user's appearance, a brief view of the last use or the user's mood at the time of the last use.

It seems that he is very dissatisfied with his ability compared with a mere level 2 professional ability, and the storyteller started talking again.

"It's like a flamboyant aristocrat collecting his playthings. Like a healer setting up a tombstone for a patient he couldn't save. Everyone, including you, has a secret hidden deep in the soul. The most precious experience, everything that will never be shared with others.”

"The world is made up not of events or matter, but of stories. They flow from the past to the future, and run through our world in the 'here and now'. They give meaning to everything, they are meaning itself, and everything else It is the setting needed for a story to exist. Nothing is more real and alive than a story, and everything that is real and alive can die, or be destroyed, twisted, forgotten... but as long as I can remember The stories that stay with me, they never go away."

"That's why I don't share my stories with others... Telling you the story means that I give you the right to tell the story to others, to distort and beautify the story intentionally or unintentionally. How can I be sure, what you said Do stories stay the same? Stories go from one mouth to another, they get changed, they get twisted, and they end up being absurd anecdotes. That’s why I’ve kept things to myself.”