Chapter 1339 Proof

My steps moved lightly, and I decided to give up on investigating the crying.

The most important thing now is to figure out the city lord's position.

With this idea in mind, I quickened my pace and walked deeper into the inner courtyard.

The deeper I went into the inner courtyard, the louder the crying became. I could faintly hear comforting words mixed in with the crying.

This comforting word is obviously the voice of a mature woman.

I held my breath and listened carefully, and soon I came to a conclusion: this should be a mother and daughter. The daughter was crying and the mother was coaxing.

After listening carefully for a long time, I finally identified the general location of the crying, which was a room deep in the inner courtyard.

We have to go through the inner courtyard anyway, so we might as well eavesdrop on why the child is crying.

Carefully, I found the room where the crying came from, but it only stayed a few meters away from the door. There were two guards guarding the door. Based on my feeling, the strength of the two guards should not be weak, and they were separated from each other. The guards outside the city lord's palace are not of the same level.

Before confirming the position of the city lord, it was not appropriate to show up abruptly, so I decided to lurk in a corner a few meters away from the wall, relying on my strong hearing to eavesdrop on the sounds in the house.

My ears and eyes were already sharp, but now with the blessing of level, my five senses are even sharper. Even if there is a wall, even if the sound inside is very weak, I can still hear clearly without any hindrance.

Soon, the reason for the child's crying was found. He was looking for his father.

By the way, Moonlight City doesn’t seem to have held the “Where’s Dad?” event, right?

Continue to listen carefully, and soon, the voice of the mature woman coaxing the child sounded again: "Don't cry, don't cry, dad is busy now and will be back when he is done."

The child ignored his mother's coaxing and kept crying and looking for his father.

After crying for another twenty minutes, the mature woman seemed helpless. Her voice sounded again: "Tell Murray that his daughter started crying for her father again."

"But madam, the city lord is in a meeting and no one is allowed to interrupt without permission."

"We can't let the child cry all the time," the woman said, "I know the situation is critical now, but it's only for a while, and it only takes up his time."

".Okay, ma'am, I'll try."

Then, a middle-aged woman in a maid uniform quickly walked out of the room and walked deeper into the inner courtyard.

I lurked in the corner, motionless, and continued to listen to the cry of the child and the coaxing of the mature woman.

About twenty minutes later, there were heavy and rapid footsteps at the door. I peeked out and saw a handsome elf man in military uniform walking quickly into the room. Following him, was the person I had seen before. The middle-aged maid arrived.

"Dad!" A slightly hoarse child's voice sounded, and the child almost hugged his father's arms.

"Don't cry, baby, daddy is here."

This is a kind and pleasant male elf voice.

What followed was a conversation between father and daughter for several minutes.

A few minutes later.

"She's asleep," the man said.

"She kept crying for her father, which makes me, a mother, very ashamed," the woman said.

"Don't say that, you have done a good job," the man said, "The child comes to me again and again, not because you, the mother, have done a bad job, but because I, the father, have neglected my duties and made her always feel that she might Lose me."

As he spoke, the man sighed deeply.

"Don't blame yourself too much. You are the city lord and you have to think about the people of the city. Naturally, you don't have time to spend with your children," the woman said.

Then, there was a short silence.

"How is the situation now?" The woman was the first to break the silence and asked.

"The rebel offensive has been temporarily stopped, and I heard that there are also some problems in the rebel camp, thanks to this newly appointed elder."

"Your Majesty's vision must be the most correct. Since he is the elder chosen by your Majesty, he must be a pillar with all-around civil and military talents. He will definitely help us solve our problems." The woman said, "We just need to believe in your Majesty and the elders." "

"I believe in your majesty and the elders, but the situation is critical right now. The rebels are dozens of times larger than our army. I'm afraid this time..." The man's voice was extremely heavy.

"Don't think like that, we will definitely be able to save the day," the woman comforted.

"If something goes wrong, Debbie, take our daughter with you, find His Majesty, beg His Majesty to adopt our daughter, and inform Your Majesty that I, Murray, even in death, have not succumbed to any rebel forces. The heart is like the green ivy, the queen who is always firm and unchanging.”

The man's voice was unusually firm, even filled with determination to die.

This is not a tone that one can fake.

Maybe it's time for me to show up.

"It would be better if you say these words in front of Her Majesty the Queen."

I slowly walked out of the shadows, so shocked that the two guards forgot to open their fighting stance for a moment.

"Who is it?" The handsome male elf walked out quickly with a long sword in his hand, his expression alert and majestic.

"Introduction, my name is An Xiaoyi, and I am a newly promoted foreign elder."

"Don't come here!" The handsome male elf raised his sword horizontally, and the two guards around him also pulled out the knight's sword. The tip of the sword was pointed at me, full of murderous intent.

To show no harm, I spread my hands and raised them over my shoulders to show my cooperation.

"You said you are a newly promoted elder?" the male elf said, "Do you have any evidence?"

This question is so fucked up!

How do I prove that I am who I am?

My eyes twitched, and I instantly fell into a state of shutdown.

Who am I and where am I?

These questions can kill a lot of philosophers in an instant. Now you ask me, how the hell should I answer this?

"This. You have to prove it. How do you think I should prove that I am me so that you will believe it?"

Obviously, the city lord of Ivy City who asked this question had never thought about the standard answer to this question in his mind. Maybe it was just a random thought.

His expression was stiff and he stayed there for a while before saying, "Just stand there and don't move. I will send someone to contact Her Majesty the Fairy Queen to confirm your identity. If you are fake, don't blame me for being ruthless with my sword!"

After that, he whispered a few instructions, and the middle-aged maid who was listening nodded and left quickly.

The stalemate lasted for almost half an hour. My hands were sore, but I didn't dare to move, for fear that any movement would be judged as offensive by the opponent, and they would attack me mercilessly.

I don't know the opponent's strength. If his strength is similar to Boss Ren's, and two guards are helping from the side, I will definitely be beaten.

I prefer to beat up a drowned dog, but I don't like others to beat me like a drowned dog. It feels too aggrieved.

Another ten minutes passed, well, it added up to forty minutes. I felt that my arms were no longer my own, so I licked my face and asked, "Can I put my hands down first? It's very tiring to hold them up like this?" "