After the meeting, the Elf King sent his servants to take care of Luova and others. Of course, this also includes George, who was pardoned. After devouring a meal of elven delicacies, George finally saw what he had dreamed of -
One room, one big bed!
If it weren't for the fear that the Elf King would drag him into the fire in his sleep, so that he didn't dare to fall asleep directly, George would bet that he would fall asleep immediately for three days and three nights.
However, the expected Elf King did not come to trouble him, but someone else came to his door - the half-elf, Lova.
"Snapped!"
George's door was pushed open hard and hit the wooden wall next to it. Lova, who was full of anger, chose to ignore the surprise on George's face, and the first words she spoke were in a tone of extorting a confession:
"Tell me! What was that weapon you took out in the meeting hall? Why did you hide it from me?"
Being stared directly at by Lova, George felt an indescribable guilt. The way Lova tried to argue and fight for George in the council hall a few hours ago was still repeated in his mind, and he had indeed hidden a lot of things from the innocent girl in front of him, so much so that even if Lova accused George now Taking advantage of her favor, George really had nothing to say.
He indeed owed Luova an explanation.
"This is a weapon, a weapon from our plane." George took out his revolver, unloaded the ammunition from the chamber, and then handed the revolver to Lova's hand.
"The history of my plane is full of wars of iron and blood. From the earliest wooden sticks and bows, to the armored heavy crossbows, and then to the weapon called the revolver in your hand, they are all used by humans in war. Tools. The airplanes and cars I once told you about all exist, but the original intention of their invention was for war. How I wish I didn’t have to use this weapon in this plane, but I can’t allow it. I could die here so easily!"
"My uncle is not the kind of king who kills people casually! He just wants to test you!" Lova yelled at George and raised the revolver high, trying to hit the hateful man opposite him in the face. But he gritted his teeth and still couldn't do it.
"But how do I know this is a temptation? I have only felt the threat of death, and twice! Dear Miss Lova, please think about it from my perspective. The spell that Mr. Green cast on me before made me I feel almost out of strength. If I hadn't reacted quickly, I would have been bitten to death by those two white tigers. This time, I was completely imprisoned by your Elf King again. Even if your uncle doesn't want to kill me, if all the elves under the table attack me, Come up and burn me to death, and I won’t be able to resist at all.”
George gently held Lova's raised hand, slowly took the revolver from her hand, placed it in his hand and stroked it carefully. This weapon was indeed his last trump card, but He really didn't want to use it. For George, the memorial significance of this weapon was far greater than its tactical significance.
"Really! Neither you nor Green, why are you unwilling to reveal your true strength to me? Do I need your defense that much?" Lova, who has been familiar with all kinds of magic literature since she was a child, naturally understands that undead protection is very important to me. What kind of vicious spell was this to George, let alone cast from the hands of the Elf King?
But one code after another, Lova still strongly condemns George's concealment. After all, as a commander, how can he allow his subordinates to conceal real information?
"Okay, okay, dear Miss Lova, I sincerely apologize for my lack of honesty. As an apology, I am willing to perform my exclusive magic for you."
Seeing that Lova's tone was gradually slowing down, George quickly struck while the iron was hot and took out some wide bandages from the first aid kit. After cutting a section, he rolled it up, folded it, tied it, and spread it out. The bandage kept folding and deforming in the palm of George's hand, and finally it was made. A cute little white flower.
This is the fancy folding napkin that George learned when he was a waiter in a restaurant, and now he is using it to please his future boss.
"Beautiful flowers for a beautiful lady."
George respectfully handed his work forward, and he could clearly see Lova beaming with joy the moment she took over, and then she deliberately became stern.
"Don't think that's the end of it! I'll let you rest first. In the following days, you will be my adjutant. If you dare to hide anything again, I will destroy you!"
While biting her little tiger teeth, Lova waved her little fist in front of George's eyes. However, this non-deterrent threat seemed particularly cute to George.
"As you command, my commander." After watching Lova turn around and leave, George's heart finally fell. Next, it was time to have a good sleep.
But what George didn't know was that after he fell asleep, several little goblins flapped their wings, hugged Qingshui, and followed Luova into his room. Lova originally wanted the goblins to give George a good bath, but when she saw that George was completely asleep, she couldn't bear to wake up this poor man who had been tortured by fate until now.
"Have a good sleep, my mysterious lieutenant." Lova murmured to herself, then took away George's clothes and some equipment, and then gently closed the door to the room.
