| classification:Science fiction |
| author:Not ten strings, ple |
| state:in the series |
| update:(2024-08-29 17:35:29) |
A grave, aged voice sounded from beyond the iron gates. It was a special intonation drawn out with length, the peculiar accent unique to the people of the capital city—elvish.,She didn't have enough social experience to tell whether the old man was serious with his suggestion or if he was simply being sarcastic. But her intuition told her that if the old man hadn't intended to do this, she would have run away foolishly and probably brought disaster upon herself.,She raised her head in surprise, seeing that the old man's expression remained unchanged, yet she inexplicably felt as if his anger had lessened.。