Although it sounds a bit strange, in Think's mind, the term monster is tied to the Flügel race, and along with it are ugly, stupid, mindless, low-intelligence, rude, and so on - negative words.
This woman can be said to be a lifelong hater of the Flügel. Currently, the only race that can be compared to the Flügel on this list is the dwarf-kind, and it is even slightly surpassed.
For these races that can use magic, flying is a very simple matter, not to mention that the magic traps set up in this abandoned city are exclusive to the Elf. For those monsters who are so arrogant that they are too lazy to even use their brains, it is impossible for them to put down their dignity and use the magic of other races, even if the divine-kind who created them has given them this ability.
"Hmm?"
"No, nothing."
Meeting Su'er's suspicious gaze, Think shook her head and denied it, not speaking her guess, just crossing out some guys on the list.
But besides them, who could it be?
Vampire? Fairy? Demon... Oh, this one is impossible.
Instead, after a careful search, Think found no suspect races that met the conditions.
A strange thing.
"Hello?"
"Hello?"
"..."
"Can you come out and meet?"
"Can you come out and meet?"
"..."
Su'er's echo reverberated around, and then was quickly absorbed by these trees.
Waiting quietly, nothing abnormal appeared. Besides his and Think's breathing, Su'er didn't wait for anything.
Just now, he used all the languages of the races he had learned so far to repeat greeting words to the surroundings, but no one suddenly jumped out and greeted him.
"...Maybe they've left?", stating his guess, Su'er turned his head to look at Think and consulted her opinion, "What should we do? Should we continue to search? Or should we leave quickly?"
"Of course we should go in and take a look", she gave the answer without hesitation, and Think directly led the way and pushed open this battered wooden door and walked into the treehouse.
"...Okay, I also think it's unlikely that there will be any accidents", sighing slightly, Su'er followed into the treehouse.
"Based on my understanding of the races I have seen in your world, if someone is hiding in the dark and is asked like that just now, they will definitely jump out impatiently, right?", Su'er said easily while casually looking at the layout of the room.
"Oh? Mr. Monkey is so sure?"
"Of course. Instead, I think the more powerful and strong you races think you are, the more exuberant your desire for performance and display is. I even helped him or her think of the lines for their appearance - Oh? A mere monkey actually has this much courage?", Su'er picked up something that looked like a small table lamp and shrugged, complaining.
"Puhahahahahahaha", unbridled laughter. After thinking for a while, Think agreed with Su'er's simulation... but isn't this even funnier?
"It's really too easy to guess. To be honest, even though you have magical techniques that can break through reality, the tricks you have shown in this great war are really too poor. If the guy who pushed open this door when I shouted just now is really still here, I don't believe that he won't jump out and show off his strength and presence."
"After all, they are basically guys who have nothing in their heads except fists and bigger fists... Ugh! What's with this creepy feeling?! Think! I feel bad!"
As he was talking, a chill spread from Su'er's tailbone, making him feel as if he was standing in a freezing cold place. So cold.
Then he did not hesitate to ask for help.
"Is this an anomaly?!"
"...No, at least I didn't see any abnormal gatherings of spirit. It's just your illusion, Mr. Monkey", she was a bit nervous when she suddenly heard Su'er's shouting, and Think rushed over but found nothing, only the nervous Su'er.
"...Okay", reporting a false alarm made Su'er feel a bit embarrassed, but things that could affect life should not be careless, and not a single anomaly should be missed.
"Continue to search, continue to search."
Crossing over Think and walking into the interior of the treehouse, Su'er began to focus on observing whether there were still some fresh marks left from being touched recently.
The light in the room was not very good, and he could only squint his eyes and check with the light that came in through the window and the door.
"If you think about it carefully, according to your theory, Mr. Monkey, aren't I, as a Elf, the same kind of existence?", Think's voice came from above Su'er's head. This woman had gone directly to the second floor to check.
'Is this even a question?! Did you forget what you were like when we first met?!!' - Of course he couldn't say that out loud.
Su'er's intelligence has not yet dropped to a certain level.
"Well~, I just think Miss Nirvalen has a good talent for acting, and her control in all aspects is very good, okay?", Su'er cleared his throat slightly and replied softly to the top of his head.
"Is that so? As expected... I actually think so too~", Think's full and elegant voice kept coming from upstairs, "I'm not bragging, I really like acting, and I've never been discovered in the clan so far~"
Ah, this was indeed seen.
Coronet, those who know know.
It's okay for ordinary Elf not to be able to see it, but Su'er once again doubted the ability of Kainath, the creator of the Elf.
Are you okay?
The meticulous search was, as expected, time-consuming. Su'er almost lost his patience and had the idea of just roughly sweeping through it, but his reason stopped him in time.
Twenty years could take away too many things. Many things that were once bright and beautiful had become things that turned into powder as soon as Su'er touched them - or worse, they had already rotted into a pile without even needing to be touched.
Su'er and Think, who had been busy for most of the day, not only did not find many useful things, but they also did not expand the searched area much, because for safety reasons, the two of them did not act separately, but chose to act together.
By the way, although they did not show any vigilant actions on the surface, Su'er and Think's nerves were never relaxed, but even when they finished their work, they did not see the owner of the handprint.