But Dion didn't look at him: "I believe she won't want to put you in this situation."

"I just want her to believe that she can do everything she wants and we will always support her."

York smiled, turned over and sat on Mrs. Morgan's back, patting its head.

"Although I think we have an obligation to correct her mistakes," Dion thought for a moment, "the mistakes that need to be corrected certainly do not include small things like destroying the world."

York grinned, and Mrs. Morgan responded happily.

Dion turned around, and York also looked at Niannian and Qi Youfeng who walked out of the shadow.

Qi Youfeng looked at York with a complicated expression - he keenly noticed the budding beauty from York's tone.

He moved to Dion every year, twisted his fingers, lowered his head and didn't know what to say.

Behind Dion, York quietly made a gesture of silence at Qi Youfeng, and glared at him fiercely, full of threats.

Nian Nian finally stopped hesitating and looked up at Dion and York.

"That...I actually-"

"No need to say more," Dion touched Niannian's head, raised his eyebrows, and handed her a teasing look. "It's a bit fun, it's boring to say it."

Qi Youfeng's face turned black and pulled the New Year into his arms. York laughed aside.

"Okay, we have been delaying here for a long time. Hurry up and find Alexander." Dion smiled.

"Well," Niannian nodded, hesitated for a moment before saying, "When everyone gets together, I will tell you my thoughts in full."

Dion waved his hand: "No need, just tell us what we should do."

"For example," Dion raised his hand and pointed her forehead, "Don't arrange any detective game specifically, just provide the murderer and the crime process directly."

"Hehe," Niannian smiled obediently, "I'm just afraid that you and Alexander will get angry. After all, I might have to do something bad that is not good for the elves."

"You don't want us to intervene directly in your plan, so as not to cause trouble for us, right?" Dion unceremoniously exposed her excuse.

Touch your nose every year and continue to smile foolishly.

Dion no longer poked her face and changed the topic: "You let the person who informed other mines?"

Niannian immediately restrained her smile and frowned: "It's not me."

"Did you notice someone sending a message at that time?" Dion also frowned.

"I have noticed that I promise that no one can hide it from me to do small moves."

Some rules in the game world are common, just like the light effect trajectory between players, ordinary remote communication between NPCs is also traceable.

When the dwarves first had a conflict with the people in the mine, they observed them every year, but did not find any miners warning them. Later, when she turned back, the dwarf players had just died, and then there was the killing of each other that no one was spared.

The only gap was the time after she and York left the mine. She did not go far at that time. With the eyes of the elves, she would not be unable to capture any suspicious trajectories.

"Then there is only one possibility." Dion sighed.
Chapter completed!