It happened so fast that Ravel didn’t have time to react.
When he thought he was about to be killed by the Dark Elf, the voice from the magic net saved his life.
Now that Ravel was sitting quietly in front of the Dark Elf, the crazy expression on the Dark Elf’s face gradually calmed down.
She had been using a language Ravel could not understand to communicate with someone in the magic network.
Ravel guessed that it was a language unique to elves. He observed the expression on the Dark Elf’s face, from surprise to disdain, and finally, despair.
He looked up at the Dark Elf in front of him. They were less than two meters apart, and this dark elf could easily take her life.
“How long have you been here?”
Suddenly, the Dark Elf asked Ravel in human language.
“Seventeen... days.”
Ravel had also used the voice communication function of a text message. He knew that his conversation with the Dark Elf would be heard by His Majesty the King.
