Festival of the King of Elves

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Haitong was a little impatient to be interrupted. He didn't want his two friends to become followers of any religion.

But when he and the two of them turned around and saw clearly the appearance of the speaker, they were stunned for a moment.

This is an old man, about in his early fifties, with half-white hair on his temples and hair. His body is thin and long. He is wearing a green robe. His cheeks are also slightly sunken and thin, but his eyes are like Like the cold autumn water, it is clear, clear and calm, which is particularly eye-catching.

The three of them couldn't help but meet the eyes of the thin old man, and they all felt that he was looking back seriously.

In a daze, Haitong felt that the temperament of the old man in front of him was like an ancient Qingke literati from his original world who had traveled through time. Not only his appearance, but also his clear mind and knowledge could give people this indescribable feeling. .

Haitong was the first to react, the surprise on his face had gone away, and he asked in a deep voice: "Is this another good thing?"

The thin old man nodded and said: "You want to go back to the elf center, and I happen to be the same way. Do you mind walking with me for a while?"

"I don't mind, I don't mind, let me help you."

It was Xiaolan who spoke. She once again used her rapid action mode of moving faster than her brain could think, and took the initiative to walk to the left side of the lean old man.

At this time, Haitong and Ayan discovered that there was something strange about the old man's right hand.

The thin old man smiled and swayed his right hand, twisting and swinging his arm unnaturally. He explained nonchalantly: "My right hand is broken, half of it is a prosthetic hand. By the way, my name is Araki. Most people who know me call me For Old Man Araki."

Haitong felt that his eyes seemed to be focused more on her, but she felt in her heart that this thin old man was unusual and rarely behaved in a taciturn manner.

Xiaolan shook her head and said with a smile: "That won't work. Let's call you Uncle Araki."

Ayan interrupted in a rare moment and said in denial: "That's not right. I think he has gray hair like my grandfather. He should be called Grandpa Araki."

"Ha ha"

Old man Araki laughed heartily. Although he was thin and tall, his laughter was full of energy. He looked at the three of them once, and while walking on the sidewalk, he said: "You call me grandpa, I'm not stingy either." , Don’t look at your Grandpa Araki, I have a broken arm, but I was also a very powerful trainer when I was young, but now that I am old, I fight less with people."

He paused for a moment, reached out from the lapel of his green robe, and took out a rare light blue cloud-patterned elf. He handed it to Ayan with a smile and said, "This child is the child of one of my old associates. It was originally born." You should also find an equally energetic child for it. If you don't dislike it, then accept it. But I have one request. Wait until you return to the elf center to see what it looks like. It will be a small surprise. "

Then, a small detail surprised Araki again.

The little fat man who should have reached out and picked it up without any thought, actually didn't do so. Instead, he subconsciously turned his head to look at the black-haired boy beside him. He looked up at this man of the same age who was half a head taller than him, with an expression of inquiry in his eyes. .

Haitong nodded to Ayan and said softly, "Take it, the elders give it, the young ones should not refuse." "

Old man Araki's eyes lit up, and his already bright gaze was like a flash of starlight. He was curious in his heart and asked directly: "This sentence has some flavor, black-haired boy, you have done well in literature subjects in school, right?"

The language system in this world, at least the local characters in Jiuzhou, are also square characters, mostly pictograms. Surprisingly, less than half of them are similar to the Chinese characters Haitong knows, such as Japanese characters.

Therefore, grammatically, the structure of Jiuzhou Common Language has not changed much, so when Haitong translated an ancient saying from that world, it still retained the charm of Qi and Ba, which means "a gift given by the elders to the young. You shouldn’t refuse.”

Haitong smiled when he heard what the other party said. He always liked traditional culture and poetry and novels in his original world, and read a lot. From junior high school to university, he also wrote many love letters on behalf of his friends and roommates. It was natural at this time. He nodded and smiled slightly: "My name is Haitong, he is Ayan, and this is Xiaolan. We are from the same town. In school, my grades in science and technology were good. I was in the top ten for eight years in elementary school."

The old man Araki and the three boys and girls continued to walk, listened, nodded, and continued: "Then Haitong, let's talk about the previous topic."

At this time, Ayan touched the beautifully painted elf ball in his pocket from time to time, full of curiosity, expecting what elf was inside, and had no intention of listening to the people next to him.

Xiaolan focused on the two of them. She had an inexplicable fondness for this thin old man with bright eyes. She felt that he was very similar to her grandfather who died when she was a child. She still remembered that her grandfather loved her very much and always loved her. He bought sweets for her when she was a child, told her stories, and held her in the rocking chair in the afternoon every day, coaxing her to take a nap.

After all, Haitong Neili is a soul that is six years older than her actual age. At this time, she is still a little wary of strangers, so she first said to Ayan and Xiaolan: "Ayan, Xiaolan, you two walk faster. , go back to the Elf Center first, in case we don’t go back. It would be bad if Miss Joy gave our room to someone else. I will accompany Grandpa for a while."

Ayan and Xiaolan didn't have any doubts. When they heard that there might be no room, they both quickened their pace and walked to the front.

Old man Araki didn't say much, he just smiled and slowed down.

When the young girl walked away, he turned to look at the black-haired boy next to him and said, "I'm not old, I'm only half a century old this year."

Haitong only glanced at him, then immediately turned to look forward and replied: "Not young either, already over fifty."

When the old man Araki saw the young man's tit-for-tat confrontation, he asked, "You seem to be very wary of me."

Haitong did not deny it, nodded and said: "You don't look like a local, and you are willing to speak out for the principles of the mutual aid association. I think you must be a member of the mutual aid association."

Araki's eyes showed admiration, but he refused to admit it and continued: "They say that humans should protect humans and help each other. Is this wrong?"

Haitong replied without thinking: "Yes, of course."

Old Man Araki said again: "The elf hurt humans, shouldn't he be punished?"

Haitong thought for a moment this time before turning to look at the thin old man. The young man's eyes were calm and clear. He looked at the old man like stars matching each other. He said seriously: "This sentence is not accurate. It needs to be more accurate. Let’s first ask if an elf hurts a human being, what caused it to hurt a human being, and whether humans hurt it first. If so, how come humans’ deserved punishment is nothing but retaliation for each other.”

After a pause in speaking, the black-haired boy stopped unconsciously and stood on the street at the intersection, with heavy traffic passing by.

The thin old man also stopped naturally, smiled, and looked like he was listening carefully.

"If humans did not harm the elves, and the elves harmed humans first, then the human can theoretically punish the other person, but if this punishment is not done by him, but by someone else, then what qualifications does he have to punish the other person? To inflict punishment on the elves who have not harmed him.”

These words were a bit convoluted, but when the thin old man heard them, he understood them all.

He shook his head slightly and said: "Then, let me ask you, if the victim does not have the ability to punish the violent elf, and he should not let others do it for him, wouldn't it mean that he would only be hurt in vain?"

Haitong was lost in thought, looking at the scene of cross streets with cars and people coming and going. After more than ten seconds, he turned around, looked at the old man, and replied: "Establish a trustworthy platform, and the victims will voluntarily ask for instructions to carry out the punishment." , in this way, the elves are replaced by bad guys, and the platform is replaced by the alliance’s courts and police.”

Old Man Araki smiled, his clear eyes narrowed slightly, his smile seemed a bit mature and cunning, and he asked again: "Isn't that right? The mutual aid association is the platform you need."

Haitong also smiled, and his clear black and white eyes narrowed in laughter, like a little fox. He pointed his finger at the sky and asked: "No, it's not, because if the Jiuzhou Alliance issues an announcement, this platform will It instantly became an illegal and dangerous organization, like a rat crossing the street. Everyone is shouting for beatings. How can people trust a platform that can't even show its ability to protect itself?"

When two people talk, you attack and I defend, I come and you go.

In the end, it turned out to be a fatal needle stab from the black-haired boy that hit the vital point. The thin old man discovered that neither party had won.

He choked for a long time. For more than ten seconds, many thoughts passed through him, and finally they turned into a long sigh.

"I convinced you theoretically, but you temporarily defeated me in reality. It seems that I still have no fate with you."

"If it's fate, I won't join your mutual aid group. Grandpa, please don't take advantage of my friends."

"If you really don't think about it, your words are very insightful to me. Maybe you can become a big official there."

"If I go, I will definitely become a high official, but thank you anyway. I'm not interested."

Old Man Araki laughed again and took out a gorgeously painted elf ball from the lapel of his robe. With an intriguing smile on his lips, he asked, "What if this is a dragon-attributed elf ball?"

Haitong didn't even look at it, he had already turned his head away. The light happened to be green at this time, and he left behind his back and a word.

"I might agree to an ordinary elf, but it's unlikely that you have a dragon attribute. If it's a mythical beast, I'll run away next time I see you."

These words directly caused the thin old man to open his mouth slightly for a few seconds before closing it with a look of surprise on his face.

When the figure of the black-haired boy disappeared from sight, he sighed leisurely, his eyes and face full of regret.

At this time, a young and beautiful woman in black quietly appeared next to the old man.

"Do we need to take action?"

"Obviously he is only 14 years old, but he is as smart as 40 years old, but he is really 14 years old, but he seems to be very smart, and he takes action."

The old man listened to the woman in black and walked back slowly, shaking his head.

"You think we can do whatever we want to you? If you didn't have a good father, you would have been stupid to death. Compared with that boy, you are just a piece of smelly mud in the mud, and others are in the sky. Cron.”

In front of young girls, Mr. Araki is a real and mellow elder, but now in front of the woman in black, his cold words are as vicious as the poisonous Arbo monster.

After hearing this, the woman in black unconsciously took a few steps back. She turned back and looked in the direction where the black-haired boy disappeared, with no concealment of the sudden murderous intent in her eyes and the unconscious jealousy on her face.