The fifth king of the elves

Chapter 192
After covering the quilt kicked away by the sackcloth, tidying up the somewhat messy desktop, and taking back all the elves, Luther carried a bag of garbage and went out with Sirona.

Walking on the path behind the hotel, Sirona was in high spirits, humming a song without stopping.

"It seems that the Phoenix King's feather betrayed me." Luther held the iridescent feather and smiled wryly, "Did you notice it the first time?"

Sirona shook her head: "No, I'm just a little confused. One of the legends about the Phoenix King's rainbow feather is that it will recognize a kind-hearted person and use the rainbow feather as a bridge to guide him to where the Phoenix King is."

"Although it's a fairytale, there is no standard for such a description as being kind-hearted, but I still want to believe it is true. After all, Luo Yu's legend has been verified."

The biggest secret in his heart was exposed in front of Sirona, and Luther felt an indescribable relief at the moment.

The depression in his heart was swept away, which also made him speak casually.

"You don't doubt that I am indeed a person with a dark heart, and it is because of this that Rainbow Feather refused to resonate with me?"

Sirona stopped, looked at Luther, and said seriously: "That's what I thought at one time."

Sirona didn't see surprise or disappointment in Luther's eyes. Luther seemed to think that Sirona should think so for granted.

"I remembered the scene where you said in Villa Calune that you were going to turn the mob into human pigs."

Luther was stunned, and laughed dumbly: "This is a situation where points are deducted, why has it become a bonus item."

"Because you're like a Radha that gets cornered and jumps up and bites."

This wonderful metaphor made Luther's mind suddenly come up with the scene of himself biting someone in the form of Radha... Then Luther laughed out loud.

Sirona didn't smile.

"You are like a sponge. If someone squeezes you, the water will flow out. If no one squeezes you, you will shrink in the corner and act as a rag. Even if it gets moldy, you will not make changes by yourself. I can see that if there is no Wannianqing, the mad dog chasing you, you will not be as motivated as you are now."

"You are a person who goes with the flow. If you get to a place that suits you, you will take root, and then realize your original dream, and live a carefree life like this."

"It doesn't seem to matter whether I'm good at heart or not."

Luther threw the garbage into the trash can beside him, let Marylou spray a water gun, and washed her hands.

"A person's character can be seen only by how he treats his elf." Sirona stroked the slipping hair, "Just based on this, I will firmly believe that you are not that kind of person."

"Both Carunai and A'Du have said that you are a person who has been hurt a lot, and you are willing to trust trustworthy people wholeheartedly. Once there is a rift, it will be very difficult to make up for it, so she always thinks that you will be her most reliable friend."

"me too."

The weight of these four words was so heavy that Luther didn't know how to answer them. His body and brain seemed to have froze at that moment.

Saying the word thank you is an insult to this trust. Luther, who was at a loss, could only stay where he was, looking quietly into Sirona's eyes.

A gust of cold wind passed through the trees, blowing past Luther and Sirona with a whistling sound.

The wind messed up Sirona's hair, and she subconsciously wanted to tidy it up, but her face suddenly flushed, she covered her mouth with her hand, and quickly bent down.

Luther was the first to react, took out a plastic bag from his pocket, and patted Sirona on the back: "Hurry up and throw up, what's the point of holding on if you don't know how to drink."

No matter how good-looking a person bends over and vomits, it won't be too beautiful. At first, Sirona was still holding back because Luther was in front of her, but now she can't bear it at all.

After a while, Luther tied up the bag, threw it into the trash can, and took out paper for Sirona to wipe off the stains around her mouth.

"Have you always been so well prepared?" Sirona asked a little embarrassedly.

"You don't drink so much and drink so much, and you come out to blow the cold wind. It's normal to vomit. Next time, don't try to get me drunk with alcohol. Just ask, and I will tell you what you want to know."

After walking in silence for a while, Sirona's voice sounded.

"Your world is similar to Alola's Ultimate Cave?"

Luther shook his head: "It's even wider than that. The land where I grew up has bred countless strange men and warriors for thousands of years. Most of the stories I tell you are about those histories."

Sirona smiled: "I thought you really had such a strong ability to make up so many wonderful stories."

Sirona asked a lot of other questions in a hurry, the customs and history of her own world, and Luther just picked up some leftovers and told her that Luther didn't have the ability to finish it completely.

Sirona didn't ask how she came to this world, nor how she got hooked up with Luther, she just asked softly.

"Do you like this world?"

This question requires no thought at all.

"I don't think this question needs to be asked."

Luther smiled, and Sirona smiled too.

"Since you like this place, don't worry about that feather. Next time I see Phoenix King, I must ask him why he doesn't recognize you as a part of this world."

Luther laughed loudly: "If there's a chance, I'll ask in person. If she doesn't admit it, I'll catch her too and put her in my ranch to help me incubate eggs."

Sirona suddenly stretched out her hand and pinched Luther's face: "Well, yes, now I feel that you have completely let go, troubled boy, at first he was unconfident, and was cheated by Evergreen and Qilan. Every time I feel that you still have hidden secrets that have not been revealed. What about this time?"

Luther spread his hands: "It's really gone this time. This is probably my last secret. I didn't tell anyone. I confessed everything to you tonight."

"Honestly, thank you for being so sharp, otherwise I wouldn't have risked it all, and said it all."

Sirona tilted her head, seemed to be thinking about something, and asked, "When are you going to tell others?"

"Wait a little longer. In fact, if you don't find out, I think it's good to keep it a secret. The biggest reason I dare not say it is because I don't know how you will look at me."

"Do you think our minds are too narrow?"

Luther shook his head: "I just... haven't been so lucky for a long time. As I walked, I gained things that I never dared to think about or possess before. The more I get, the more I am afraid of losing, that's all."

Sirona hesitated for a moment, pinching Luther's cheek with both hands, squeezing hard.

"Is it strong enough? If it's not enough, I can give you two punches. You can't think about it."

Luther grabbed Sirona's hand in pain and broke free.

"Sirona, fight with me."

Sirona fainted: "You are serious, you can say what you bully a girl!"

Luther rubbed his forehead: "The elves are fighting, because I don't have all the elves, so I can only play five-on-five. After I came to this world, I wanted to have a real six-on-six match with you. Now that the dream monster is not here, I can't make up the full lineup, but I still want to try!"

Speaking of the battle, Sirona's drunkenness was half awakened, and Luther's eyes were firm, without the slightest wavering.

"Taking advantage of the danger, pick me when I'm drunk."

Seeing Sirona draw out the poke ball, Luther smiled and took out his own poke ball.

"Okay, I will take over this battle."

(End of this chapter)