"It is indeed the result of killing each other."

In the mine, Dion looked at several corpses and stood up and sighed.

"The little mallet was in the hands of this uncle at that time."

York searched everywhere, kicked away a corpse lying on the ground, pointed to the middle-aged man in ordinary clothes and said.

"I don't know where he found this mallet." Niannian squatted down, raised his hand and closed the man's wide eyes.

"I remember..." York recalled, "When I jumped down, the man was at Mrs. Morgan's feet, holding the mallet as if he was smashing something."

"Tool?" Dion turned his gaze and saw the pile of purple gold ore that had not yet peeled off the outer layer of the crystal.

"If you say so, the little mallet must have been in his hands for some time, but he has never noticed that there is anything special about this mallet?" Every year I said incredibly.

Just the little wooden hammer blocking of the gods killing Buddha, the aura of this man holding it in his hand for so long hasn't noticed it?

"It's hard to say that there has been no triggering effect," Dion guessed.

"I feel like there should be a switch for this thing, otherwise," York touched his chin, "Can you smash a bottomless hole by putting this mallet on the ground?"

"...I'll cheat." Nian Nian was speechless.

If the mallet is up, can it still be possible to create a vacuum?

"It's useless to guess, the mallet is not in our hands."

Qi Youfeng walked back from the depths of the mine and looked at the three of them:

"I saw tableware and beds used in daily life. Do I need to check the number of bodies?"

"Let's take a look first. Maybe the survivor took the mallet away." Dion couldn't think of a better way.

Qi Youfeng nodded and turned around to invite some of the number of daily necessities.

"Then count it and see if you can find out any good things."

York bent down and took out two pieces of thumb-sized purple gold from the arms of a corpse, which looked the color of the best.

"These miners must have hidden gold!"

Dion shook his head, not wanting to remind York and the others were all surrounded by gold, the kind that was taller than him.

However, compared to Zijin itself, York should prefer this special sense of accomplishment of touching things from others.

"I'm more worried about Alexander, who is not very good at lurking homework."

He looked up every year and looked at the sky outside the mine.

"He is an elf after all, and he has a system bonus with sensory abilities. He doesn't need to get too close. You should also have some confidence in him." Dion smiled.

Several of them are looking for clues here, while Alexander is sent to investigate the situation of several other mine veins.

"I just said that this task assignment is very unscientific. Alexander, the research maniac, should come here to be a detective, and let Dion be a sentinel."

York took out another piece of crystal the size of a baby's fist and said casually.

"I'm afraid that when he comes, he will have to find out all the ancestors of these people's eighteen generations."

The white light of the news flew to the scene, and every year he spoke and checked.

"That's true. I guess he will at least have to list a timetable for who died first and who died later, and find the last wound from the first wound."

After York complained, he turned to look at her: "What? Who sent it to you?"

"Our dear Mr. Researchman," Niannian looked carefully again, and his expression was a little strange when he raised his head. "He said that the mines were being filled with landslides, with very fast and urgent appearance. When he arrived at the last mine, the mines were almost filled to the ground."

York threw away the short golden knife of the corpse at his feet:

"No need to nod, it must be that the people here who escaped and reported on the matter here. They are afraid of clashing with the dwarves again, or they are afraid that the dwarves will take revenge, so they will retreat urgently."

"The reaction was very fast, and it sounded like the retreat order received at the same time. The survivor might still be a supervisor or something, otherwise the mines scattered everywhere would not act so consistently."

Dion further speculated.

"I'm still a very responsible guy. I don't walk my own things after snatching good things. Maybe I'm really a person with a certain identity," said York.

"The person who issued the order may not be the same person as the person who got the mallet." Dion corrected.

"Look at these gangs," York felt that his speculation was reasonable, and swept around the corpses on the ground. "The people who can command these fugitives should have the strength to suppress the entire audience by force, and it is not surprising that they can survive to the end."

"York is right, let's go find Alexander quickly and fill in the place." Nian Nian suggested.

"Okay, before all those people have been withdrawn, go and see if there is anything unusual." Dion looked at Niannian and agreed.

"Well, if you can find the informed person, you might be able to find the small mallet."

After saying that every year, he turned around and ran towards the depths of the mine.

Dion looked at her back for a while and whispered: "You're so confident."

"Hmm?" York was trying to plunder the body, but he didn't hear it clearly.

"Nothing," Dion smiled gently, "York, what do you do if you do something that is unfavorable to the Dwarves every day?"

York raised his head suddenly, took a few steps back alertly, stood beside Mrs. Morgan, and looked at Dion: "You want to hurt her?"

Dion was stunned and laughed and cried: "How did you come to this conclusion?"

"You don't ask such questions for no reason unless you have any idea."

At this time, York was extremely alert. Feeling his emotions, Mrs. Morgan also raised her ears and leaned down from her front half. She stared at Dean with two heads and four eyes together. Her five front paws were deeply grasping into the ground. She was already accumulating her strength and would pounce on Dean at any time.

"Forget it, I already know your answer."

Dion raised his hands, showed his empty palms, and signaled to York that he had no intention of fighting.

"What the hell do you want to say?"

York frowned and patted Mrs. Morgan's head, comforting her slightly.

"It's nothing, I'm just worried that you will blame our little girl for hiding something from you in the future." Dion smiled.

"Your concerns are unnecessary," York replied seriously, "but I am worried about what makes you doubt me."

Dion was silent, and after a while, he walked to York and raised his hand to put it on his shoulder:

"Sorry, I shouldn't think so."

York pounded Dion's chest slightly and said generously:

"It's okay, my own people are not afraid of saying the wrong thing, they are afraid of not saying anything."

"As for your question," York looked into Dion's eyes, "to me, cyberle, Nick, and anyone outside our mercenary group, whether in reality or in the game, has nothing to do with me."

Before Dion could react, York had already walked to another corpse and bent down and flipped over and select:

"In the past, I tried my best to make my father happy, so that he could keep me in one breath after venting, wash me clean, give me healthy food and clean clothes, and give me a little more value to live."

"Later, I was rescued and I thought I could finally express my hatred, disgust and pain, but in fact, they still asked me to be happy, ask me to laugh, ask me to reconcile with my father happily, and happily forget to the past and start again."

"So I continued to make them happy, and in order to keep me, I would not return me to the refreshing father, so that I could feel like a cute, sensible, useful child."

"Gradually, I began to like myself that made everyone laugh, even though I had become a funny weirdo, a lovable madman."

"The day she met Cy, she didn't make me laugh, but asked me, 'If I smile, would you be happy? If you are happy, then I'll make you laugh!"

Dion stood quietly, his eyes crossed the busy York and fell into the darkness deep in the mine.

"She said to me, 'You are obviously unhappy, why do you still laugh? You are so ugly and fake. Do you think I am blind? Why do you insist on making me laugh too? Do you like this feeling of being surrounded by a bunch of fools?'"

York curled her lips: "She's words are too direct. That's what the people in the tavern are saying. At that time, I actually wanted to beat this girl up."

Dion smiled softly. Judging from this description, it was estimated that there was more than York who wanted to beat Cy at that time.

"I laugh when I want to laugh, but I don't laugh when I don't want to laugh. This is the first thing I told me about."

"She is also the first person who is willing to face the gloomy and dull real me. The first person who doesn't teach me to make myself happy, but spends time making fun of me, even though," York sighed deeply. "The way she makes me happy is to tell me stories, take me to climb trees, feed me strange flowers and plants, and grab my furry mounts."

"Is this the origin of Mrs. Morgan?" Dion smiled.

York nodded in pain, and Mrs. Morgan also screamed softly.

"But the habits I have developed from childhood to adulthood are not so easy to correct. Every day, cy holds a mirror in front of me, and insists that I find that truly happy smile, my face is stiff and I can't find it."

York continued, rubbing his face, unable to bear to look back.

"What about it later?" Dionnon smiled.

He joined the Christmas Clown Mercenary Group late, and he did not deliberately inquire about the causes and consequences of other people joining the Mercenary Group. At this time, he suddenly felt a little regretful.

"Later, Nick couldn't see it and stopped her," York recalled. "Maybe it was because she made excuses to sway in front of me all day long. Alexander and Sarah couldn't catch people to class every day. Nick was finally annoyed by their complaints?"

"I think the latter is very likely." Dion said with a smile, and glanced deeper into the mine.

"But Nick also provided me with a new idea."

York's smile was very shallow, and the curve of the corners of his mouth only lasted for a moment, but it left a warmth like sunshine.

"He told me not to mind this habit. Since I like it, there is no need to change it. He also asked me to continue to hone my skills, and not to politely play with those careless idiots and seek fun from the stupid and ugly smirks of those people."

"That guy Nick..." Dion shook his head. Is this another direction of guidance?

"Anyway," York faced Dion and said seriously, "Even if Cy wants to destroy the dwarves, I will only be her pioneer and clear all obstacles for her."
To be continued...