Chapter 10 The Invisible Enemy

Feeling as if a thousand pounds were pressing down on him, Billis took a nap, sat up straight in the stone coffin, and looked listless as the wind blew over him.

He crawled weakly out of the stone coffin, as if stepping into quicksand, almost sinking into a large patch of filth.

Fortunately, the dizziness did not last long.

This is a separate stone coffin room, not one of those multi-layered places. The undead could say they had reserved the best tomb for him.

Is anyone home?

The dim light of candles shone through the dilapidated walls, and people were talking next door.

Because of the strong vibrations from the wind, Billy's mind was still in a mess. The ground was full of dents and cracks, but he didn't even look at them and didn't realize when he stepped on them.

After falling, Biris saw a ghost speaking in sign language through a crack in the stone door.

He recognized the ghost; it was the one who had shown him the matrix in the grove.

Wraiths are the lowest form of undead, unable to speak and able to communicate only through sign language.

It was Lisa who communicated with the spirits in sign language; there was nothing she couldn't do!

"Can we find out anything?" Billis asked the lady, leaning against the stone wall.

"Why did you climb out instead of resting properly?"

"Looking at you makes me feel stronger faster."

At this moment, Drewert also arrived. He had the ability to communicate directly with the previous ghost and also summoned all thirty-odd undead spirits living in the cemetery.

The crowd grew larger and larger, as if an important meeting was about to take place.

"Thank you for everything you've done for us." After the pleasantries, Drewert said to everyone, "We've now identified the intimidation tactics; they're using wind magic to threaten us!"

"No matter who it is, we'll teach them a lesson!" said a ghost with two broken fingers menacingly.

"First, we need to destroy the matrix as soon as possible. Second, we need to find out who did it."

“Could it be the person who delivered the last offering? That guy didn’t look like a good person,” said another spirit standing with its face to the wall.

The other undead looked themselves over from head to toe and felt that the statement was not quite accurate.

Drewwater continued, "Everyone needs to calmly recall if any suspicious people have been in the valley recently."

The spirits were silent, indicating that no one had visited for a long time.

Just then, Billy suddenly thought of something.

He asked Drewert directly, "I saw a cabin in the woods with old tires and an air pump inside. Does that prove that someone used to live in the valley?"

The undead looked at each other, and then a white-haired ghost stood up.

"They were a few elves, and they moved away about three years after the Great Reboot."

"Are you not used to living here? Or is it something you have to do?" Lisa asked before Billis could.

"No, none of that. A few people in uniform came here and gave the elves some benefits so they could move out."

What are the benefits?

"I guess it's to get them to leave here, a mutually beneficial arrangement."

"What are people in uniform doing here?" Billis continued, taking over the question.

"I'm not entirely sure about that. The forest was quite large at the time, extending all the way to the pond. When those men in uniforms came for the first time, they brought saws and cut the forest in half. Only after they finished sawing it did they discover that people were living inside."

"They didn't find the cemetery?"

"They should have already discovered us, but they didn't take us seriously."

"How many times have they come?"

"It happened very rarely. Once all the elves moved away, it stopped appearing."

"What exactly does it look like?"

"The spirits that saw them at the time are no longer there. It is said that one of them looked like a moving oak tree, but it was not a real tree. It was probably an animal that turned out of a tree."

Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment.

"You really haven't offended anyone?" Billis continued to ask him.

“Sir, we hardly ever go out of the cemetery, let alone offend anyone.”

"Okay, I understand."

The speaking ghost was as mentally challenged as he was physically unwell. He scratched his cracked skull and asked, "You understand now? I'm curious, sir, can you tell me what you've understood?"

“Madam, you should explain.” Billis handed the explanation over to Lisa.

Lisa said, "You haven't offended anyone, but the place you live in has."

"We've always lived here!"

"The other party sent you threatening letters, pretending to be a demon king and using wind magic to drive you away."

"Why don't you just discuss it with us directly?"

“It’s not that we don’t want to discuss it with you, it’s that we simply don’t want to. They only give benefits to the elves, which shows that they value racial appearance and relationships very much.”

Why are you kicking us out?

"It's very simple, they want this land."

Do you know who did it?

"I don't know, we need to investigate further, but what is certain is that he is a person who is both concerned about saving face and greedy."

The Undead Spirit gave the agents a thumbs up.

After the meeting ended, Drewault and the earliest arriving ghosts continued to communicate, with the ghosts revealing more information to the agents.

Six years after the Great Reboot, which is two years ago, a real estate development team called Fireflies came to the valley. The ghost was wandering in the woods at the time and overheard their conversation.

The developer's general idea is to turn the valley into an amusement park to attract tourists.

Therefore, it is highly likely that the threatening letter was sent by the real estate developer, and the Magic Matrix is ​​certainly also involved.

Combining this with the strangely shaped creature that another ghost had seen five years ago, Lisa immediately thought of a species that could communicate with the forest.

High elves, druids.

Druids, also known as tree spirits, are mostly oak tree spirits. They can use high-level spells and were once called forest gods before the Great Reboot. They are accustomed to living with elves.

Lisa was becoming increasingly convinced that it was done by a druid, but she didn't know exactly who.

She asked Drewot, "Do you have any dealings with druids?"

Drewert raised his head and thought for a moment: "When the vampires in the tomb were still alive, it was said that the offerings were provided by the druids, but no one ever described what they looked like."

"Why should we offer sacrifices and then drive you away?"

Everyone felt it was quite contradictory, as no one had noticed that Mia was missing.

"Where did Mia go?" Billis asked.

"Perhaps they've been in the tomb for too long and want to go out and breathe some fresh air."

"Perhaps the elf is not used to the tomb environment, so don't make things too difficult for her."

Lisa remained silent, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.

Light elves and druids are indeed the closest to nature. People usually call elves friends of the gods, and druids are people who can communicate with the gods. They rarely get used to unclean places like tombs.

Therefore, an elf like Mia can be considered truly remarkable.

Drewater was a little embarrassed to say it out loud, as if he felt a bit sorry for Mia, blaming himself for calling them over and not being able to provide them with good accommodations.

Just then, Mia returned from outside, holding an instrument of unknown origin. She dared not look directly at Biris, afraid that he would find out where she had been.

“I know a very famous real estate developer who is a druid, meets all the criteria, is also a great philanthropist, frequently appears in public, and is a prominent figure in the press,” Mia said.

"Ah, now that comes to mind, I've also seen it online, a druid who always has a smile on his face in front of the camera, donating to homeless reincarnated people."

"We're talking about the same person."

"Do you know where he lives?" Billis asked, pointing to the instrument.

"This is a location device. I just found out that the druid's company building is in Grassshire, about 40 miles away."

"What should we do next?"

"Go to the company building and find evidence to prove that he did it."

"Then what?"

“Since we’ve guessed he’s a philanthropist, we should intimidate him with evidence. People like that are most afraid of being exposed in the news,” Lisa said.

Everyone looked at Lisa.

"Counter-terrorism is a good idea, but how do we get into his office?"

"Don't forget me, the teleportation expert. I can teleport you two to a random location in the company building. The time limit is twenty minutes, as usual. You two need to find evidence within the time limit, then find his office and intimidate him. Once the time is up, whether you succeed or not, the Gates of Hell will teleport you back."

“Wait a minute, you mean, me and her? The two of us?” Billis pointed to himself and Mia.

“Yes, Mia is an elf, so she won’t arouse suspicion. It’s better for the two of them to act together.”

"No, I mean, you're not coming with me?"

Lisa blushed, her tone a little somber: "I want to go with you, but I'm a spellcaster. To ensure you get back, I have to stay here. What other options do I have?"

Billy's face was taut at his temples and eye sockets, his heart was pounding, and he felt like crying and laughing at the same time.

Lisa saw through her husband's little scheme at a glance and immediately warned, "Don't think I don't know what you've been doing just because I'm not here. I'll be keeping a close eye on you."