Chapter 178 Another Francesca in the World
"…Little girl, is your brother's injury healed?"

"Ah! Goddess Meliteli, the boy recovered so quickly. It must be the goddess' blessing. It must be the goddess' blessing..."

"May Cliff's thunder kill those bad guys who hurt you..."

……

If we hadn't passed through that layer of light film five minutes ago, who would have thought that this was just an illusion?

Francesca had a complicated expression.

The demon hunter Ailin walked straight along the main road of the orchard without looking around.

But she herself could not help but respond to the warm and kind greetings from others.

Even though the witcher had told him that these people were just illusions.

Leaving Baiguoyuan along the road connecting to the town, the slope of the road under their feet gradually increased.

"Alin, how do you know where the target is?"

This question has been lingering in Francesca's mind for a long time.

After entering the illusion, the demon hunter's purpose was very clear. He ignored the villagers' greetings, did not check the road signs, and just went straight forward.

It was as if he already knew where the target they were looking for was.

Now all we have to do is walk over there.

But how is this possible?
Francesca was puzzled.

The ability to see through illusions in a short period of time can also be explained by knowledge and ability.

After being in a coma for three days, he did not collect clues or ask the villagers after waking up...

Is it possible that there are geniuses who are born with the ability to find people?
"I don't know where the target is!" Ailin turned his head and looked at the elf seriously, "But I know where I am going. There must be clues to the target."

"How did you find this clue?"

Under Francesca's confused gaze, Ailin instinctively looked in front of him.

Under the magical vision of the wolf emblem, a dotted line composed of black magic points floated in front of him.

"I live in Baiguoyuan, the one in reality, and the other one relies on the demon hunter..."

"The demon hunter's little trick?" Francesca continued.

"Yes, a little trick of the demon hunter." Ailin laughed dryly.

Francesca sighed and tactfully did not ask further about "how many tricks the demon hunter has". Instead, she continued walking and asked absentmindedly:

"Hundred Fruit Garden...the real Hundred Fruit Garden, are these villagers here too?"

"Part of it is there, part of it is not. Aunt Asha, I have never seen him, but I know the owner of the herbal medicine shop and I have bought medicine from him..."

Ailin tilted his head to look at Francesca, who looked yearning, and paused for a moment before reminding her:

"You know the current relationship between Kaedwen and humans, so..." Aelin considered his words, "So if you go there in reality, perhaps the people there won't be as friendly as you think."

Not so friendly is actually an extreme euphemism.

Every adult man over 30 years old in the Hundred Fruit Garden has participated in at least one war against the elves.

Every family has relatives who have lost their husbands, sons, fathers, etc. to elves...

Not so friendly?
That's a hatred as deep as the sea!
Besides, the king's guards are still searching for these elves everywhere. For an elf like Francesca to go there to experience human life is simply walking into a trap.

Francesca understood the hint in the witcher's words, and her eyes dimmed instantly.

"Why would humans point their swords at their teachers?"

"We selflessly taught them the art of magic, taught them how to identify medicinal herbs, how to look at the stars to determine directions, and taught them how to survive and reproduce from the claws and fangs of monsters..."

"But in the end, all this help brought back was swords and axes..."

"They use their brains that learned magic to think about how to take our land from us, and they use the martial arts they learned from the claws and fangs of monsters to kill our people..."

The witcher did not respond to Francesca's whispered accusations.

He felt that whether it was truly selfless teaching remained to be further investigated.

But after the "initial landing" when the celestial sphere interaction sent humans to this world, humans did receive a lot of help from the elves.

For example, magic.

The first batch of human source sorcerers basically studied magical skills from the elves.

In addition,

Humans and elves intermarried in large numbers, and over the past few hundred years, the bloodline of most humans in the northern continent can be traced back to a certain elf.

Especially the upper class of human nobles.

Once upon a time, they were even proud of their noble elven blood.

For a long time, the elven bloodline brought allies of the elven race to humans and brought a lot of assistance.

Therefore, in terms of the massive persecution of the elves, who can be considered their "distant relatives", humans are indeed not being very kind.

of course.

The Ein Sheedi clan, that is, the elves, are definitely not the saintly people that Francesca described.

After all, their fellow tribesmen, the "Alder People" Ain El, are conquering and plundering in various spaces in the name of the Wild Hunt.

It is hard to imagine that the Ain Sheedi people, who inherit the same bloodline, are fairies in traditional stories who only know how to sing the praises of the beauty of nature.

The warlike gene is also rooted in their blood.

There is evidence in the history of the Demon Hunter world to support this.

And the reason why it can be proven is not because the evidence exists, but because the creatures that serve as evidence have completely disappeared from the world of demon hunters.

That's the goblin.

Before the elves came to this world, the goblins were the native inhabitants of this world.

And now what about the goblins?

If you want to see them now, you can only go to history books or some remote mountains and forests.

and so.

As long as one race is weakening and another is rising, war is inevitable.

As long as the human population continues to expand, war against other races will be inevitable.

However, Ailin did not refute. After all, he was a potential ally, so it was enough for him to know it in his heart and there was no need to speak it out.

And he is not from this world after all.

No matter how many wrong things the humans here have done, it has nothing to do with him, a human from Earth.

So Ailin remained silent all the way.

Francesca didn't expect the fourteen-year-old witcher to be able to answer.

In just these three days, the friendliness of the short-lived humans made her feel the enthusiasm and warmth that she had never received from her own people, which made her feel a little emotional.

Although... all this human enthusiasm is just an illusion.

After walking along the black magic point for more than ten minutes, the two of them involuntarily slowed down their pace.

A heavily guarded castle appeared before them.

“Is this what the ruins looked like before?”

Arryn looked around the castle.

The city gate was well installed on the city wall. The ivy in the corner of the wall had sprouted green buds, and birds were perched on the ivy to watch the people coming.

This is Viscount Hudson's castle.

Although it is an illusion.

"The black magic point starts from the castle ruins in reality and finally returns to the castle..."

An inexplicable sense of fate arose in the demon hunter's heart.

"Are we there yet?"

Francesca looked at the fully armed guards at the castle gate:
"Are these people also illusions?"

"Probably all of them." The witcher nodded, then walked towards the castle without hesitation.

Francesca was stunned for a moment, then followed him in two or three steps. While keeping up with Ailin's pace, she asked curiously:

"Since it's all an illusion, why don't you go through the city wall?"

Ailin shook his head and pointed to the city gate in front of him.
"This is a cave entrance. If you want to find your target, you can only go through here."

The city gate was still more than ten meters away from the two of them, and the range of the Mirage Pearl's ability to see through illusions was naturally not that far.

But Ailin had already discovered a pattern.

Although the black element point can pass through walls, it will not pass through walls as long as there is a passage through which it can pass.

And it will not be affected by illusions and will not change the direction of its floating.

Now the element point enters the castle from the city gate, which naturally means that this is the only shortest route.

"who!"

The castle guard shouted.

"Qiang!"

The sharp blade was pulled out of the scabbard, shining coldly in the sunlight.

Ailin was not affected and kept walking, but he could hear the sound of his heart beating violently in his ears.

That was the sound of Francesca's heartbeat.

Six knights drew their swords in front of him with hostility. This scene was a bit too exciting for a mage.

But the more exciting things are yet to come.

Under Francesca's horrified gaze, the knights drew their swords, formed an attack formation, and rushed towards them. The next second.

"Pfft~"

Francesca's eyes widened in horror.

The leading knight slashed with his sword, killing the... the demon hunter...

One sword kills the head!
Blood spurted out from the broken surface and hit Francesca's face directly.

A strong smell of blood hit my nose.

Daisy of the Valley was stunned for a moment.

"Ai... Ailin is dead..."

"Didn't he...didn't he say that it was all an illusion?"

However, before she could react, her right hand was suddenly grabbed.

Looking down, she saw the headless corpse holding her hand.

The head was still spurting blood on the ground, with its lips pressed together, as if saying:
“…Close your eyes…”

"call!"

Before she could recover from her shock, another ray of cold light cut through the air and struck her head.

Faced with death, Francesca was stunned for a moment, her mind went blank.

“…Close your eyes!”

A roar suddenly sounded in her ears.

Francesca came back to her senses.

"Yes, all this is an illusion!"

then.

She closed her eyes obediently.

next second.

"Pfft~"

There was an unusual sound.

Francesca only felt a slight pain in her neck.

It was very slight, like being pricked by a needle.

Before she could think carefully.

"Okay, open it!"

Ailin's voice rang out.

Francesca opened her eyes.

An exquisitely carved fountain suddenly appeared.

The witcher was standing next to the fountain, looking at her with a smile on his face.

Francesca was stunned for a moment, then she touched her painful neck and turned to look back.

Under the dark city gate, the guards had their backs to her, guarding the castle as if they had never moved.

“It’s actually an illusion!”

Francesca subconsciously touched the slender neck again.

Ailin:?
What do you mean it's actually an illusion...

"You didn't believe it before?" Ailin couldn't help asking.

"Ah?" Francesca's eyes dodged. "I... of course I believe it..."

Aelin doubted.

But the question seemed even stranger that he hadn't believed it and had followed him in.

"But... then what? We are already inside, where should we go to find our target?"

Francesca changed the subject.

Ailin glanced at her and didn't bother her any more.

"follow me."

He nodded, linked his mind to the wolf emblem, and walked towards the depths of the castle following the black magic point.

Many male servants, female servants and guards hurried past along the way, but they all ignored Alin and Francesca.

Francesca even passed through the bodies of several phantoms a few times without paying attention.

"Ai... Ailin..."

"Don't worry, the master of the illusion knows we are coming."

Ailin led the way with a normal look on his face.

In fact, he felt that the caster of the illusion should have discovered them three days ago.

after all.

The bandages that Ailin had tied up three days ago were real, and the degree of recovery of his physical injuries also proved that Ailin must have received careful treatment.

Although the one called "Grandma Asha" took away the bowl that Ailin had drunk the medicine from.

But all of this is not something that can be achieved by illusions.

Therefore, it is easy to infer that the owner of the illusion is aware of their existence and has good intentions towards them.

"what?"

Francesca was surprised.

Ailin nodded and stated his inference.

Francesca fell silent upon hearing this, and then fell silent again.

Not another word was said until Ailin walked into the castle and came to the door of an ordinary room on the second floor of the castle.

“It should be here.”

Ailin said softly.

A long black elemental point floated over from the corridor, eventually penetrating the wooden door in front of it and entering this ordinary room.

From Mirage Pearl's perspective, this room might be the only real place in the entire Hundred Fruit Garden illusion.

Wooden doors, wall lamps, murals...

All elements exist in reality.

They've arrived!

"Sigh~"

Ailin took a deep breath, stepped forward and knocked on the door.

"Boom~boom~boom~"

After the wooden door with delicate patterns was knocked.

Aelin and Francesca waited for a few seconds.

"Squeak~"

The wooden door opens.

Soft lighting shines from inside the room.

"Grandma Asha?"

Francesca was surprised.

Yes.

An old woman who claimed that she had practiced medicine in the Temple of the Goddess Meritelli was standing behind the door, looking at them kindly.

"What's wrong, Francesca?"

"What do you want to do with your mother-in-law?"

Francesca was speechless for a moment, and she glanced at the witcher.

Ailin immediately understood what she meant. She was asking, "Didn't you say that Granny Asha was also an illusion?"

"Cough cough~"

A cough coming from inside the room interrupted the eye contact between Aelin and Francesca.

"Elsa, who's here?"

An old man's voice came from inside the room.

"They are a pair of siblings in distress whom I just met..."

Granny Aisha gave them an apologetic look and motioned for them to come in and sit anywhere.

Francesca seemed to have developed a habit, and after hearing the kind tone of Grandma Asha, she obediently walked into the room.

However, when Ailin subconsciously switched to the perspective of the Mirage Pearl, he was stunned.

Blue eyes, blond hair, long ears...

Beneath the old face of Grandma Asha, there is actually a stunningly beautiful elf face.

When he saw the true appearance of Grandma Asha, he subconsciously looked at Frances who was walking into the room, and wondered in his heart:
"Why does Grandma Asha look so much like Francesca?"

(End of this chapter)