" "How is this going? "
Early in the morning, there was a lot of noise outside. Could it be that the elves who collectively suffered from pink eye disease couldn't bear it any longer. They have been enduring it for so many days just to wait for the attack to be launched today.
attack?
That's great, let me blast you gorgeously to the top of the crystal tree to lay eggs.
I shook my arm and stuck my head out of the window. I hung a shield on my left arm to protect myself from the sudden attack of cold arrows. However, the result was not as I expected. An overwhelming barrage of arrows and magic were thrust towards my head. Up and down, it was quite calm outside, and the noise seemed to be happening in the distance.
Weird.
Muttering secretly, I took off all the equipment I was ready to go and put on a new style black cloak that Veras had hand-sewn. As for why I emphasized the new style, it was because what I had been wearing before was just nine years ago. The popular style of cloak when I came to the Dark Continent, because of this, has been secretly called by many unforgiving adventurers the rustic cloak man, the outdated cloak man, the uncle's cloak man, and other words.
Okay, let’s put down the third one. Regardless of the subtlety of the title, in short, the cloak man is already rude enough. I can't stand it if there is an embellishment in front of it. After thinking about it, I decided to let Veras add as many as the old one to the original style of cloak. The inner bag makes this outdated cloak more meaningful, so it is the new style cloak that is worn now.
However, when Vilas agreed, there was a slightly troubled expression on her face. It always made me care and left.
After putting on the cloak and hat, I looked around to make sure there was no flaw, then I sneaked out of the back window and walked along the noisy place.
The inner city of the Elf King City is already quite lively. In addition to the original number of elves, there are also many other curious adventurers who come to watch because of the marriage between the two races. If you look carefully, you might be able to find a rare race. , is shrouded in a cloak, disguised as an ordinary passerby, waiting for this event to come.
Of course, the largest number of alliance adventurers is still there. There is no way, who told our adventurer alliance that there is nothing but too many people?
These large influxes of outsiders made the originally quiet and elegant Elf King City become noisy and chaotic. The elves did not seem to be angry. The scenery that had been calm for tens of thousands of years suddenly had new vitality, which made them dissatisfied with the current situation. The familiar yet unfamiliar environment feels endlessly novel. Of course, it is just novel and fun for the moment. If this continues, these peace-loving elves will definitely not be happy.
Now, in addition to the representative teams of various ethnic groups, other adventurers who come to watch on their own are all arranged to live in the outer city. They can come in and visit freely during the day when the inner city is open, but they must return to the outer city at night. This is also for Easy to manage.
Thanks to these adventurers, especially the alliance adventurers, my mysterious outfit did not attract too much attention on the street. I followed the flow of people and continued to flow to noisy places.
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Oh, speaking of which, I have been playing hide-and-seek with the elves in the past few days, but I have never taken a proper tour of the legendary Elf King City.
In fact, if you compare carefully and get to the essence without looking at the fancy appearance, there is not much difference between this place and Rogge Camp. Don’t think that the elves are a beautiful paradise. There are also poor people and beggars here.
How to put it? It’s just an analogy. It’s like the same bread stall. In Rogge Camp, the stall owner will try his best to study the taste. Make your own bread more delicious, or find ways to attract others' attention. In a word, it is pragmatic.
In the elves, if these elf bakers have this title, they will choose to spend more energy on how to decorate their own stalls, or in the way of wandering merchants, or play beautiful music . Or show off your beautiful singing voice. Most of the time, those elven guests pay more attention to whether your music is beautiful and whether your singing is touching, but not in terms of taste.
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To put it simply, life in Rogge Camp gives people more of a simple and pragmatic atmosphere, with emotions and sorrows clearly visible, while life in the Elf King City integrates art into the life of companions. From this point of view, the elves Perhaps the material level is not much different from ours, but the spiritual level is obviously much higher. No wonder those bards always compare the elves to angels who have fallen into the mortal world, and regard the Elf King City as the human world. Heaven.
Oh, this fruit scone seems to taste good, but why is it specifically marked as "for adventurers only"? Could it be said that status discrimination also exists among the elves?
Out of curiosity, I bought several specially marked fruit scones in one go. When I ate them, I felt something different. The taste was much better than the ordinary ones, so I had to sigh loudly. It turns out that the seemingly beautiful elves are also discriminatory.
"Oh, idiot Wu"
While walking and eating, I was suddenly slapped hard on the back. I was startled and turned around quickly to see who this terrible guy was, who could see through my master's disguise at a glance.
Of course, in fact, the moment I turned my head, my head had already realized that besides one person, who else could pronounce my new nickname.
"What are you guys wearing?" She is wearing a loose dress and is even more petite. "The exquisite Beja is standing behind me. There is a little fox behind her. The white wolf group, the fake smiling prince Chris. Little girl Tia .
Damn it. There is always a feeling of being isolated. These guys went out to play happily, but they left me alone at home, after all. When did their relationship become so good?
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"You guys are welcome. A group of people went out to play, but I was left alone at home."
I protested unwillingly, especially focusing on the little fox and the white wolf. Little fox, we are both an old couple. Do you have the heart to leave me alone? Be careful I divorce you.
And the white wolf. Your sister Lena is in my hands. How dare you not even say hello to me when you have fun? "Heng Humph, are you such a cunning girl that you don't want Lena to live a stable life?"
"You idiot Wu. You are already a street rat in the Elf King City. We can't be with you. You are being stared at by other people."
Beiya said this to me in a ruthless tone, like a dead Taoist friend but a poor Taoist.
"Nonsense. Aren't I pretending to be pretty good?"
I sneered at Beja's lame excuse.
Congratulations, Elder Fan. "
As soon as he finished speaking, a familiar adventurer next to him came up to him, patted his shoulder and said hello cordially.
"Lord Fan. You have to be careful and don't be alone. I heard that the elves are looking for opportunities, so I won't say more to you, lest your identity be exposed."
This enthusiastic and familiar adventurer then carefully looked at the surrounding situation, then lowered his voice and said this to me, and left in a hurry.
"Look. That's it."
Beja said proudly with a condescending victory gesture.
"Ah, I won't tell you anymore, we still have to go watch the fun."
As if she suddenly remembered something, Beya immediately left me behind and hurried towards the place where the crowd gathered.
"Wait for me, you heartless guys.
Seeing a group of people following them without any hesitation, I quickly shouted. I also followed him, but fortunately, the little fox finally had a conscience and deliberately slowed down his pace and landed with me.
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He deserved a beating, but he actually left his husband alone and went out with others to run wild? ! !
Keeping up with the little fox, I didn't hesitate to put a big palm on her perky buttocks.
"Wow, you bad guy"
The sensitive part was suddenly attacked, and the little sky fox's fluffy fox ears suddenly stood up in a frightened manner. Then those charming eyes that seemed ready to drip water at any time. Just stared at it closely.
Who is whose husband? You bad guy is really not shy.
Just accept your fate, no one will want you, this little naughty fox, except me.
I made a gesture of thanking me, and only a kind-hearted person like me would take you in, and said with a triumphant heart.
Nonsense, if this Tianhu is willing, huh. suspicious
That charming and beautiful face shone with pride, leaving no one doubting the authenticity of the fox's words.
Although you say this, don't forget that we have slept together in the same bed, and I have touched and touched your tail. The cover has also been covered, so except for me, you can no longer marry.
woo woo reward
The little fox let out a confused cry. It was not that there were no loopholes to refute, but she was still a clean sheet of paper when it came to love. She really couldn't say such wild words as "I can marry someone else even if you touch me."
By taking advantage of the other person's pure heart, am I becoming more and more evil?
I have nothing to say. Humph, tell me for yourself, how should I receive my punishment after I go back?
Seeing the little fox's speechless look, I immediately became proud.
I do not want it. You, the bad guy, can fall in love with that elf queen and develop a relationship. I do not care.
After finishing speaking. The little fox angrily quickened his pace.
Oh, that's it, he's jealous. Although he looks nonchalant on the surface, he didn't expect that this little fox is unexpectedly jealous.
Sneak a secret smile. I increased my speed and followed him.
Be good, my Lucia is the most obedient. Take a bite to calm down.
I handed over the abundant fruit scone.
Stop looking down on others, this method of coaxing children is really too childish for Ben Tianhu.
Although the little fox replied harshly, his eyes kept glancing at the fruit scones that were handed to him. After hesitating for a while, I finally came up cautiously like a kitten licking milk for the first time. Her rose-colored lips gently placed a small bite on the fruit scone where I had bitten it.
"This is,"
While chewing. The little fox showed a subtle expression.
"How's it going? It tastes good."
"Is there anything special noted on it?"
After swallowing. The little fox asked with a subtle expression, pointing to the fruit scone in his hand.
"How do you know it's marked on it? It does say it's for adventurers only, but you can't tell that there is discrimination among the elves." I shook my head and sighed.
"How many...have you eaten?"
The little fox's eyes suddenly showed a trace of pity for some reason.
"You haven't left me alone yet. I haven't had a good meal since yesterday. So I just bought ten couplets. Now only this one is left. No. Give them all. You."
from my hands. Taking the fruit scone, he ate the remaining half of the fruit scone with cute gestures. The little fox wiped his bright red lips with a handkerchief, and his eyes became more and more pitiful as he looked over.
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"Yes, what's the problem?"
I vaguely noticed something from her subtle expression, and asked in a slight panic.
"In order to make the fruit scone more delicious, we put a seasoning called dora grass on it."
"So that's it, is that why it tastes better than regular fruit scones? Dolomites are so great."
I sighed with emotion. I didn't expect that a small piece of grass could change the taste drastically. This world is really amazing.
"Tora grass is a laxative."
The next moment, the little fox said something that made me sweat.
"Ordinary people can't eat it. Only adventurers' physiques have no problem. That's why it is marked on it as being for adventurers only. This is common sense."
Yes, I'm really sorry for my lack of common sense.
"Then, since he is an adventurer, there should be no problem. Didn't you just eat too?"
"Generally speaking, there is no problem, but if you eat too much,"
At this point, the little fox showed a subtle smile, and the rest of the words were self-explanatory.
"Yes", is there any way? "
I don’t know if it’s a psychological effect, but I suddenly felt like my words weighed a pound, and my voice trembled as I watched
"Yep."
The little fox gently tapped his delicate lips with his slender index finger, using an extremely seductive movement, and said to me charmingly.
"Great. What's the solution?" At this moment, the little fox exuded the light of a goddess in my eyes.
"Take these."
He took out a thick stack of paper and put it in my dazed hand. The little fox stepped lightly, leaving a series of touching laughter and left his sight.
Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo... maybe, that middle-aged man selling fruit scones, he looks like a kind-hearted guy, but he's actually a senior magician who's jealous of my marriage to Artoria. It's so scary, it's so Terrible.
For a moment. The elves have become synonymous with assassins in my mind. Maybe my life was hanging by a thread when I was in the toilet just now. No, maybe the three or four-year-old elf kid next to me, who looked over with his eyes from time to time, would take out a dagger from his clothes and stab me at the next moment.
I walked along suspiciously, and finally, I came to the gathering place of people, which seemed to be a large public square in the Elf King City.
"Bad guy. Here, here!!"
not far away. The little fox is in a slightly remote location not far away. She waggled her tail and waved at me, but the others had long since disappeared. It seemed that they had already squeezed in to watch the show, and she was the only one who stayed here to wait for her.
It can be seen from this that although he talks a little harshly, the little fox is actually very good to him, and Tianhu's infatuation is not adulterated at all.
"Little fox. You are the best to me."
He strode forward. I held the little fox in my arms and kissed him, and I said with great emotion.
"Bad guy. Let go now."
She was unexpectedly hugged and said something like this. For a moment, Lucia didn't know whether to shyly struggle or puff out her chest and say, "It's okay if you know. You'll have to do it in the future to pay back the favor." right. After a while, he struggled slightly with his face slightly red, and whispered softly in a voice as thin as a mosquito's moan. She closed her eyelashes and took a deep breath of contentment.
Kiss and whisper. Taking advantage of this rare opportunity to vent the thoughts I had accumulated over the past few months, I took the little fox and looked in the direction of the crowded square.
"What happened?"
While squeezing in the crowd, he carefully protected the little fox in his arms, determined not to let other guys take advantage of the opportunity. I asked.
"It seems like your alliance caused the trouble, right?"
The little fox used a tone of "I should ask you", but then he changed his tone.
"What?"
At this time, with the druid's good vision, I finally discovered that the familiar figures in the center of the crowd were not the old drunkard and Muradin." Together with several other alliance adventurers, they may have been attracted by these two. The old man The guy who was doing hard work, Kecha, was doing some hard work, and the crowd erupted from time to time with excited voices from the elves.
After closing the distance, the chaotic voices in the crowd finally became clear.
"I know that everyone is dissatisfied with the marriage between the Alliance and your Highness the Queen, but there is nothing we can do about it. In order for the two races to coexist peacefully and friendly again, this is the simplest way. Your Highness the Queen, with her own a matter determined by his will.”
The sharp voice of the old drunkard came from the crowd.
old
Is this really coming from the mouth of an old drunkard? Are you sure there are no auditory hallucinations?
I dug my ears hard, and for a moment I even had doubts about my hearing organs.
impossible. How could such human-like words come from the mouth of an old drunkard? Isn't that guy on stage a knockoff dressed up as an old drunkard?
