Really? I'm fighting the Dark Emperor.

Chapter 373 Elder Soli's Gift

“The Destians are naturally peace-loving and friendly to everyone. Look, just now, when no one in the entire conference hall was paying attention to me, they were the ones who said a few words.”

As she spoke, she stuffed a fruit into her mouth, took a bite, and then carelessly tossed it away.

Their every move perfectly matched the stereotypes other magical races had about the Dark Race.

Miya Xing thought to herself that she knew no one in the entire conference hall wanted to talk to her.

"Unless the Quark Clan suddenly decides to wipe out the entire clan, whether they gradually become subordinates or something else, it's not a big deal to the Destian Clan."

After considering his words, he said, "When they get along well, they're even willing to teach a Dark Clan member magic. What reason do you think the Quark Clan has to give up this easy ally?"

Of course, when the Dark Emperor gains some power and begins to wreak havoc on peace on a large scale, it's likely that you won't find a single Destian on the street who would even give her a second glance.

"Why don't the Quark race have healing magic? Healing magic is very heavy..." No, that's not right!

Healing magic is indeed important, but that's only if there are no Destians who specialize in healing.

"Didn't you question your own intelligence when you asked that question?"

"I……"

"Alright, what's the point of knowing all this nonsense? Hey, there's an archery range over there, let's go try that!"

She hadn't seen anything she wanted along the way, and her eagerness to spend the money she had was already simmering. She was quite impatient with all this nonsense.

Whether the two races are friendly or not is completely outside the scope of the Dark Emperor's mission.

Since it's no longer within the scope of the Dark Emperor's assigned tasks, it's also no longer within her purview.

She had absolutely no interest in voluntarily working overtime.

There weren't many people at the archery range.

Miya Star was still thinking about the fact that the Quark Clan did not yet have a separate category for pure healing magic, and what kind of connection she might have with Destian.

The arrow, far from hitting the target, didn't even touch the edge; it fell halfway down, quite abruptly.

With various magical races coming and going these past few days, the archery range was worried that people with personal grudges might take the opportunity to shoot each other with arrows and thus be held responsible, so it banned magic outright.

Magic was disabled, but the bows and arrows were not replaced.

A bow requires energy to draw, but an arrow cannot contain energy when it is shot.

Even if it's contained, the magic shield above will have to be removed after it's shot out.

It's very counterintuitive to play.

That's why there are so few people in the store.

"What a coincidence, two guests from the Dark Clan."

A woman whom the mysterious star did not recognize.

He had just put down his bow and arrows under the utterly disdainful gaze of the desolate crowd when this man appeared and greeted them.

Judging from the entourage around him and their wariness, he must be of high status.

"What a coincidence, this is the elder of the Soli tribe." Huangwu greeted her with a grin, and Miya Xing couldn't tell why she was surprised. "You're here to play this too?"

"Yes, I used to come here often when I was a child. I'll be leaving soon, and I'm a little reluctant to go," the elder readily admitted.

The previous elder of the Soli tribe died young, and the elder standing before them had only been in office for two years.

As for why the previous Grand Elder died so young, resulting in a group of elderly people with gray hair taking orders from a "child"...

Who knows?

Such bad things, which have no evidence and offer no benefit, are always somehow associated with the Dark Emperor and the Dark Race in cosmic legends.

Anyway, she didn't do it.

The two chatted back and forth, and under the watchful eyes of the guards, Miya Xing watched as they simultaneously picked up their equipment.

He put a fruit in his mouth without any expression. It was hard to say who would win, but if Rui Bu Si lost, he would definitely be the one to suffer.

The arrow was shot.

Hitting the bullseye and hitting the edge—

Miya closed her eyes and envisioned a night that would soon be filled with endless chaos.

"Ah~ I made a mistake." With that, Huangwu casually tossed the equipment aside.

The noise startled the shop owner, who jumped up and then sat down again.

Elder Soli was not surprised by the result: "The guest doesn't seem to be a regular."

"I'm not a Soli, why would I keep going to a Soli archery range?" This statement was interpreted in a self-righteous manner.

Miya Xing saw her with her hands behind her back, a smile on her face, slowly rubbing her hands behind her back.

No wonder he kept saying he made a mistake but didn't ask for another game.

"My lord, you must be tired from your journey. Would you like to go back and rest?" As an attendant, Miya Xing played a role other than eating the fruit platter at this time.

The guards remained on guard, but they were clearly not as vigilant as before, and their gazes were only occasionally directed at Miya Xing.

“We have been poor in our hospitality,” the elder said apologetically, as if she hadn’t noticed anything amiss. She then looked at Miya Xing and asked, “I wonder if the food of the Soli tribe suits this guest’s taste?”

They clearly knew what had happened in the conference room.

“It’s fine,” he replied stiffly, then added, “The fruit is very good.”

"This elder is very skilled with an arrow," Huangwu concluded after leaving the archery range, then admonished Miya Xing in a lecturing tone, "You must stay away from those who are good at archery."

Miya Xing humbly asked, "Isn't it easier to be targeted from a distance?"

"No, no, no," she shook her finger and head, looking enigmatic, "If we stay far away, we can still maneuver, but if we get close, we'll either be killed by the quiver or by an arrow."

"What if her magic has a locking effect?"

"Stay away from them."

"Will the sir come to save me?"

"No, it's just that the body stays fresh for a few seconds when you collect it."

"Thank you so much, sir, for thinking of collecting my body." He handed her the empty plate from which the fruit had been removed.

“Of course you should thank me.” She turned her head and glanced at it. “Even if I gave it to you, it wouldn’t be that pretty.”

Miya Xing understood her perfectly: "Have you taken a fancy to something new again?"

"I suddenly think the thing the elder was wearing on his head is really nice," he muttered, full of regret. "I should have just asked her for it."

In front of so many people and with so many other magical races present, it would be difficult for an elder to refuse.

What a pity.

What made her forget about the blatant theft of personal property in broad daylight was:

"The Dark Emperor's order said something about taking the opportunity to kill her, so that the Solli tribe would be thrown into chaos."

The "she" here refers to the elder of the Soli tribe whom they had just met.

"It's already a miracle she didn't take the opportunity to kill me. Who on earth spread the rumor that the Solli people are not good at offensive magic?!"

It was because of these ridiculous rumors that she was swindled out of so much money by a mere elf!

Knowing that the Solli tribe would leave smoothly, Mia Star was even more curious about why the relationship between the Destian tribe and the Quark tribe had deteriorated.

I called the system many times along the way, but there was no response.

He could only ask the person next to him, "Isn't the Soli tribe leaving? It won't hinder the Emperor's plans."

Back at her lodgings, she collapsed onto the bed and casually instructed Miya Xing to rearrange the decorations and close the window over there.

"Ah~ After all, the Soli people are peace-loving and have always maintained a good relationship with the Quark people. Who knows what they might be up to?"

After saying this nonchalantly, he yawned, clearly exhausted.

"It's also possible that the Dark Emperor is using this as an excuse to kill me."

She turned over.

I didn't like the lighting here, so I flipped back.

Miya Xing glanced at her twice, wanting to ask, but didn't.

The relationship between the spirit stone forms and the Dark Emperor is quite delicate.

He recalled the answer given in The Dark Files X:

The blessing of the Dark God was originally divided into five parts.

The gloomy duchess must have already reincarnated once when the Dark Emperor tore up the magic contract; it's unknown who currently possesses her portion of the body.

Could it already be on Rui Bu Si?

Thinking this, he glanced in her direction and was surprised to find that she had been watching him the whole time.

"What are you thinking?"

Miya Xing quickly found an excuse: "I was thinking that if the Soli tribe went on a time-travel trip, was it possible that they would encounter another Soli tribe member?"

"Ah, that's possible, but the probability is slightly lower than the chance of Quark colliding with Earth."

It means almost impossible.

Because the time is too long and the space is too vast.

“You definitely weren’t thinking about this.” She jumped over in a flash, and Miya Xing instinctively raised her hand to catch her.

Realizing halfway through that she didn't actually need him to continue, he put his hand down again: "Hmm, I'm thinking about how to make you like me as much as I like you."

"..."

She tapped him on the head and then jumped back, regretting asking him for no reason: "Why do you always think about things that are impossible?"

Miya Xing just kept his head down, he didn't say anything, and the corners of his lips were slightly upturned.

I knew that as long as I said that, she wouldn't ask any more questions.

The signing of the magic contract went smoothly.

This means that in a few months, the Solli will be completely wiped out from the entire universe.

Maybe they can come back, maybe they never will.

Before leaving, Huangwu left Miya Xing at her place to pack her things, and casually took a small amount of money from Mingmo.

Everything went very smoothly, and Mingmo kept the money in the same old place.

Humming a little tune, she prepared to take one last look at the city, to see if there were any hidden gems she had yet to discover.

Looking left and right, wandering around east and west... when he was called to a stop.

Just as Miya Xing finished packing everything, she saw her slowly walking back, holding something in her hand.

He breathed a sigh of relief that there weren't any large quantities of items that needed packing, but still asked, "Didn't your shopping go smoothly?"

"Oh, we've met the Great Elder of the Solli tribe."

What she was holding was the one she had seen at the archery range: "She said she saw I seemed to really like it that day, so she decided to give it to me, and..."

At this point, his expression instantly became subtle.

She leaned close to my ear and said, "Rumor has it that the Lord of the Wasteland likes shiny things. The day I met you, I imagined for a long time what it would be like if you just snatched it from me."