I walked into the room quickly, casually tossed the elf on my shoulder, and said, "Where is Wren now?" ”

The elven boy pointed to the location of the basement.

"Let's go, take me to him."

The elf boy didn't say a word, and took me straight down to the basement.

It was the first time I had entered the basement of Wren's house, and when I opened the door, I was greeted by a smell of damp earth, sometimes mixed with a hint of blood.

The basement is spacious, with magic stone lamps on all four walls, illuminating the entire basement.

On the right side of the basement is a large bed and dozens of unnamed tools used to torture and extract confessions.

On the left side of the basement, there is also a large bed, but this large bed is used for sleeping.

On one side of the bed lay a table and chairs, on one side of which lay a quill pen and a bottle of ink, and on the other side a pile of white paper.

There were several elven teenagers sitting on several chairs, and when they saw me coming, they all stood up, and without saying a word, they automatically stood in two columns.

Through the railing on the back of the chair, I saw Wren lying on the bed.

Walking to the edge of the bed and sitting in a chair, I looked at him as he lay on the bed.

At this moment, the old man's original sharp momentum lying on the bed was gone, and his old face and somewhat rickety body showed him at a glance by the erosion of time.

Wren at this moment is almost the same as he was a few days ago, except for the still hideous scar on his face.

I pondered for a moment and said, "Can anyone explain to me what happened to Boss Wren?" ”

The cold basement was as quiet as death, and several elf boys didn't say a word, and they didn't dare to raise their heads, their lean bodies trembled slightly, as if they couldn't resist the cold of the basement, or maybe they were frightened by my slightly murderous tone.

Cough.

A light cough drew my attention.

Boss Wren didn't open his eyes, just moved his lips a few times, and said weakly: "Harmony...... They have nothing to do with it. ”

"Well, I know," I said lightly, "I just couldn't hold back for a while." ”

"Water" Wren broke out weakly again.

Soon, an elf boy brought a glass of warm water, took the glass, brought it to Wren's mouth, and fed it a few sips.

With the moisture of the water, Wren seemed to have a little spirit, and his voice was slightly louder, but his eyes still didn't open: "I haven't seen you for a few days, your killing intent is stronger than mine, hehe, hehe, ......hehe,

"My killing intent is already stronger than yours" I laughed and said, "Okay, let's not talk about this, tell me, how did you get it?" ”

Wren took a breath and said, "I...... Underestimated the tomb of the fairy elder. ”

When I heard this, my eyes tightened: "You have been hit by the trap?" ”

"No," he said weakly, "traps...... These don't bother me, I am ...... Hit the magic ......"

Before he could finish speaking, he coughed violently again.

"Magic?" I frowned, looked at his mental state at the moment, and couldn't help but say, "Is it curse magic?" ”

Wren took a few breaths and said, "No, it's just a general attack-type magic, but the number is too huge and the power is terrifying." ”

I thought for a moment and said, "What are you...... Internally injured? ”

"Hmm," Wren responded, acquiescing.

"Internal injury" I nodded: "Why don't you just go to me?" ”

"I know that there is a great priest in your family," Wren said, "but this injury is not needed, and it will be fine for a few days to recuperate, and it is just right that I can take this opportunity to get a good night's sleep." ”

"It's not comfortable to sleep with a wound," I said, "you wait, I'll go back and bring my pastor over to heal you." ”

After hearing this, Wren slowly opened his eyes, glared at me with all his might, and then said weakly: "You are, you don't want to, I'll rest." ”

"Don't say it, I want to rest and wait until the injury is healed" stood up and instructed one of the elf boys to hide the elves upstairs, and then instructed the other elf boys to take good care of Boss Wren, and then, I walked quickly out of Wren's tree house and walked towards home.

After explaining the matter to Taylor, he went to the tree house of Ren's house with Old Man Taylor, and before entering the basement, Old Man Taylor frowned: "What a strong smell of blood." ”

When he entered the basement, he turned his head to look at the torture platform, and then suddenly said, "I see." ”

Slowly walked to Wren's bed, glanced at Wren on the bed, he frowned again, and said, "You were attacked by the magic of the goblin clan?" ”

"Yes," Wren cheered up, "You are, connoisseur." ”

"Let's not talk about being a good expert," Taylor said solemnly, "Where did you meet a goblin, why did he attack you?" ”

Wren's face remained unchanged, his gaze crossed Taylor, looked at me, I nodded at him slightly, and Wren said, "Actually, I was attacked in the ancient tomb. ”

Then, he recounted all the encounters in the ancient tomb.

After hearing this, Old Man Taylor nodded, and said, "So, you are not disadvantageous to the goblin clansmen?" ”

Wren grinned and said, "Goblins, they are my lord's friends, so naturally I won't do anything to them." ”

"Well, is that so, bastard?" Taylor asked me.

"Yes, old man," I said, "Boss Wren has never done anything unfavorable to the elves. ”

"That's fine," Taylor nodded, reaching out and holding his magic wand, the head of which was against Wren's chest, chanting a spell.

I motioned with my eyes for the elven boys to stand down, and I exited the basement along with the other elves.

Leaning against the wall of the basement doorway, I waited quietly with my hands in my arms.

One of the elf boys was a little apprehensive and said, "Lord An Xiaoyi, Lord Rennes, he will be fine, right?" ”

"It's going to be fine," I said, "and if the old man can't save him, I'm afraid there won't be many people in the world who can save him." ”

After about half an hour, the door of the basement slowly opened, and Taylor walked out with a calm expression, and said lightly: "He has recovered." ”

A few elven teenagers rushed in, and at the basement door, only me and Taylor were left.

Taylor asked, "Aren't you going to go in and have a look?" ”

"No," I said, "your strength is reliable." ”

Then, I shouted to the basement: "Boss Wren, the elf upstairs will be handed over to you to deal with, try to help me ask something, and ah, if he is wronged, you will come to me, and I will personally apologize to him." ”

"Understood" Wren's voice was still a little weak, but much stronger than before.

Out of the tree house, I walked home with Old Man Taylor, and on the way, I always felt as if I had something to do.

While pondering, Taylor asked, "Bastard, why did you come back alone, what about them?" ”

I patted my head: Rub, I just said that there seems to be something that has not been done, and I forgot about it when I looked for the phoenix!

(End of chapter)