Miss Elf Dragon

When they were camping that night, the mermaid Delia paid special attention to the situation on Perotina's side. Perotina was very open-minded when she was aware of the situation. She ate and drank when she should, and she did not deliberately suppress her laughter when chatting with Nero. Voice.

Delia became more and more angry as she watched. This was the second time she had been sold. She had never seen or heard of any slave being treated like this. Feeling extremely angry, she pulled Kunna, the mermaid, who almost fainted from the heat during the day, and started talking nonstop.

Delia was also tired and thirsty, but the anger in her heart gave her a strange vitality. She said some sarcastic words in an eccentric manner, as if she was telling someone on purpose.

The alarmed Nero gave someone a look, meaning to ask why she was involved with the mermaid.

Perotina shook her head and sipped the soup without answering, but her attention was focused on them as Delia hoped, because the topic now was about elves.

"You were so thirsty that you almost fainted at noon. You didn't notice what that little elf was doing. It was so annoying. We were so miserable, but she just didn't give out some water. She even deliberately drank all the water in one go to show me. , that’s obviously showing off.”

Delia, who had spent some time in a certain marquis's palace, had something like a human noblewoman in her speech and behavior. Her squinting eyes and pinched gestures no longer looked like the ignorant mermaid girl she had been before, but she was different from the long-tongued noblewoman. Both.

Knowing the reason, Nero raised his eyebrows and looked at Pelotina, who was holding the bowl quietly across from him, with interest in his eyes.

He didn't think there was anything wrong with what Perotina did, but based on his understanding of Perotina, she wouldn't tolerate it if others said it.

After finishing his meal, Nero put his chopsticks aside and waited to watch the show. Although he was very hungry, he couldn't eat all of this meal.

Unexpectedly, Perotina didn't respond at all. Kunna over there said a few words in a feeble voice, and Delia started talking excitedly again.

"You don't know, I have met an elf before, and he was a big elf. He looked kind-hearted, and he did help me a little at first, but then when I got into a lot of trouble, he Just ignore me and leave me, a weak and weak mermaid, in the wilderness and run away by myself. You are really a sanctimonious hypocrite who knows people but doesn’t know what they know.”

Delia was still piling up the limited words she knew. Regardless of whether they were appropriate or not, she would use all the words she thought were bad, just to discover the dissatisfaction in her heart.

Perotina put down the bowl and sneered, and suddenly called the guard loudly, which frightened Delia, who was in high spirits, so much that she couldn't breathe smoothly and coughed violently.

"What to do, what to call it"

The guard who had not finished his meal stood up and whipped his whip on the ground, not happy to be disturbed at this time.

"Report, someone here has been talking loudly, making it difficult for our Lord Son of God to eat."

Nero, who had already thrown the bowl and chopsticks aside, choked unexpectedly when he heard this. He cleared his throat while hesitating whether to pick up the bowl again to cooperate.

The guard who came over looked at Nero's expression of discomfort and whipped Delia hard on her body, causing her to scream in pain.

He had also heard the mermaid girls chattering endlessly, which would indeed affect one's mood while eating. They, the old men, didn't care. The son of God, who had tender skin and tender flesh, was obviously disturbed. The Son of God is the highlight of their batch of goods, and his identity is extremely valuable. There can be no mistakes before it is handed over to the buyer. This is what the leader has repeatedly explained to them.

Thinking of this, the guard became furious and whipped him again, this time hitting Delia's side of the face.

"Ah" Delia covered her face and screamed, there was pain in the scream, but more of fear and despair.

Without her beautiful face, who else will like her? How will she survive in the future?

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"What do you mean by being dishonest? Don't take the bus. Start walking behind the queue tomorrow."

The guard weighed the whip and did not give him a third blow.

The purpose of breaking her face was to teach her a lesson. Such an injury can be healed. If she was beaten too hard again, she might really be crippled, and then their hunting group would have bought her for nothing. As one of the rare slaves sold by his master, this mermaid was miserable enough.

The guard took pity on the hateful mermaid, carefully checked that there was nothing wrong with Nero, and then went back to continue eating.

Delia looked towards Perotina with a bloody face, her eyes were vicious and fierce, as if she wanted to devour her alive.

Perotina didn't care. She finished the broth and put down the bowl. Seeing Nero's signal, she sat next to him.

"The people from the Holy See will take action tomorrow, and we will be saved by then."

After Nero said this softly, he said nothing more, and Perotina nodded to suppress the excitement in her eyes. Sure enough, it was exactly as Caesar expected, so they would have an extra layer of protection when escaping.

After dinner, the slaves were invited into the tent to rest.

Due to Nero's special status, he and Perotina each got a small one-person tent. Although it was not big, it was relatively clean and comfortable. The other slaves were driven to sleep in a large tent, and the guards camped outside the tent for security purposes and to prevent slaves from escaping in the middle of the night.

Perotina looked at Delia who had recovered a little after taking the medicine and was talking to the guard in a low voice and pointing at her. She expected that she had told the guard the guess she had made during the day.

Perotina narrowed her eyes, feeling that this mermaid was really energetic and she might need more entertainment from her.

After getting into the small tent, Perotina found that there were indeed more people patrolling near her. Nero was also temporarily asked to move to rest near the leader. Originally, they were next to each other.

Pelotina didn't pay too much attention. Anyway, tonight was not the time they chose to escape. No matter how closely they kept an eye on them, they wouldn't be able to figure out any tricks.

After working secretly for a while, Pelotina felt at ease that she had recovered more than half of her strength.

Although she was temporarily unable to feel the magical origins of the three elements of wood, fire, and wind after being washed away by the demonic source of the demons, the light and dark systems unexpectedly grew a lot, and she even used the dark elements. Somewhat similar to the devil.

Perotina didn't know whether to be happy or sad. In this way, her elemental affinity for the elements of light and darkness has become stronger, which is equivalent to an improvement in her original "quality". She will have greater power when using these two types of magic in the future. However, light and darkness are inherently rare elements. Magicians with the same attributes are rare. The magic formulas listed in the book are rare. Apart from casting a few useless low-level light spells, Pelotina knows nothing else.

"Is my path to becoming a magician blocked?"

Perotina was very sad.

Perotina, who was in low spirits, fell asleep in a daze. In her dream, she not only reactivated the source of magic in several other systems, but also became a famous light and dark magician. She was able to play with light and dark magic smoothly.

Just as she was smacking her lips with satisfaction, Perotina suddenly felt a cold wind blowing over her body, and she suddenly woke up. There was a lot of movement in the camp instantly, and the hunters who were also aware of it got up.

Lifting up the curtain of the small tent, Perotina watched as Nero walked out first with a serious look on his face. Although he was a slave, he had an indelible sense of nobility and sanctity on his body.

"Master Shenzi, do you think so too?"

The leader of the slave hunting group lowered his head and asked Nero for his opinion. Now, he believed even more in the judgment of the son of the Holy See.

"Yes, with this feeling, he should be a necromancer, and he is not a weakling."