The Elf Journey In The Western Fantasy World-Chapter 26: The Ruins of the Third Sage

A certain self-important Young Master Eoryun: "..."

At this point, Eoryun wished he was deaf.

That way, he wouldn’t have to endure the inevitable verbal roasting from his companions.

He really hoped that a certain swordman would show mercy and spare him from further humiliation.

Unfortunately, that swordman was not a merciful person.

Darius completely ignored the pitiful "please let me go" look from Young Master Eoryun and focused on his reading mission.

"I assume that anyone interested in this half-written case must have either a friend or family member—or perhaps they themselves—who is struggling with this condition. If you assumed that the unfinished case was a baited trap, then congratulations! I hope you visit my ruins again in the future. However, if you actually read through the entire notebook, congratulations—you have now obtained the real cure."

Eoryun immediately snapped out of his despair and rushed forward.

Just now, he had only skimmed the page.

He hadn’t seen any mention of a cure.

He frantically flipped through the book, only to feel utterly scammed.

"There is no ’cure.’ This condition is simply a case of atavism. Go home and check your family tree, you dumb descendant. :)"

The final smiley face was practically dripping with sarcasm.

Eoryun: ...

Illiya also saw the note, and he couldn’t help but burst out laughing.

Elves typically didn’t laugh.

Unless they really couldn’t hold it in.

"Hahahaha, it looks like the owner of this ruin had quite the personality." Illiya’s eyes were filled with laughter, his golden irises shimmering like stars.

After laughing, he pointed to the tiny scribbled words in the lower right corner of the notebook and comforted, "At least the owner of the ruin allows us to take whatever we find. Is this what they call hitting you with a stick and then giving you a sweet date?"

Eoryun turned all the embarrassment from being mocked into motivation to take things.

"Since he said we could take whatever we find, without specifying exactly what, does that mean I can take the entire house? After all, we found it."

Illiya: "..."

Darius: "..."

Drow: "..."

Even though Darius had taken on a different profession, he couldn’t change the deep-rooted knightly spirit in his bones.

He still found Eoryun’s act of taking everything in sight a bit inappropriate.

"Isn’t this kind of... not very polite?"

Eoryun retorted, "Am I not following the words of the ruin’s owner? Isn’t this exactly what he wrote in the notebook?"

After saying that, he suspiciously stared at the righteous former knight for a while before hesitantly speaking, "Don’t tell me you guys were this merciful to enemies before? Did you only take a few symbolic items and leave everything else in place?"

Darius fell completely silent, not daring to speak.

Eoryun instantly understood and gave him a look of "pity."

Illiya, unable to stand it anymore, lightly patted Young Master Eoryun’s shoulder, signaling him to tone it down.

Looking at a certain swordsman deep in thought, he kindly explained, "My teacher once said, ’When dealing with enemies, be as ruthless as the autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves. Take everything you can; otherwise, you’re just leaving them resources to rise again.’"

Darius... didn’t struggle with it for long.

He was quickly convinced by his employer.

"You have a point."

Watching his employer and Young Master Eoryun justifiably ransacking the house, Darius felt like he shouldn’t be the only one finding this difficult.

He glanced around and spotted the dark elf standing idly by the door.

Suddenly, he felt like he had found a companion in this dilemma.

Darius rubbed his nose and teased, "Hahahaha, after being a royal knight for decades, I’m still not used to the idea of taking everything. Drow, what do you think?"

Drow gave him a strange look, as if confused by why he would even have such thoughts.

Seeing this, Illiya interjected, "Drow is a dark elf. And what is the thing dark elves do the most?"

Darius: "...Alright, I get it."

So, in the end, he really was the only one out of place in this world.

Illiya’s group thoroughly looted the house, leaving nothing behind.

Forget the items inside; they even took the thatched roof and the stone walls.

After everything was done, it was time for the moment everyone had been waiting for—the loot distribution (crossed out) fair division session.

The raw materials from the house, along with the furniture inside, were naturally given to Eoryun, mainly for him to hand over to thebcuty lord of Haneulseong City.

Though not much, it was better than nothing.

As for the medicinal herbs from the cabinet, they were divided into four equal portions—one for each of them.

Drow silently pushed his share of the herbs toward his soul-bonded partner, signaling him to accept them.

In the way of dark elf thinking, all valuable loot should be given to their soul-bonded partner.

The same logic applied to these herbs.

Illiya was confused. "These are yours; you don’t have to give them to me."

Drow shook his head. "They’re yours."

Before Illiya could argue, Drow simply turned invisible and disappeared on the spot.

Illiya: "???"

Left with no choice, he temporarily stored the herbs in his space bracelet, deciding to find an opportunity to return them to Drow later.

Seeing this, Drow was very pleased.

In truth, he had a little scheme of his own—if his soul-bonded partner accepted his gift, it meant he acknowledged their bond.

So... a barely noticeable smile appeared on Drow’s face.

As the division neared its end, the only thing left on the once-crowded grassy field was a single item—a black box, about half the length of an adult’s arm.

Illiya picked up the black box and carefully opened it, revealing a rolled-up scroll inside.

Unrolling it, they saw a man in a blue mage robe holding a crystal ball in both hands.

Illiya narrowed his eyes slightly, quickly searching his memory.

Based on the clothing and the items in the man’s hands, he identified him.