Miss Elf Dragon

"No, I just know you."

How could Perotina tell him the story of Gargamel and the Smurfs?

"I was shocked. I thought you knew my teachers and others."

Gargamel hissed and continued eating, seeing that less than half of the food and snacks on the table were eaten up before his eyes.

"Your teacher is also named Gargamel"

"Yes, not only my teacher, but also my teacher's teacher is named Gargamel. However, only one person has always used this name, that is, a new member of the Necromancer lineage. For example, after I debuted, my name was Gargamel, and my teacher changed his name. .”

It turns out that there is still a stage name that has been passed down.

Perotina was speechless and quickly picked up the tableware and started eating. If she didn't eat, there would be nothing left for her.

After the two of them finished eating, Gargamel waved his bone staff, and all the mess on the table was gone, making Perotina admire the practicality of the magic he practiced.

"This is not magic, just a little magic. If you are interested, I can teach you."

Gargamel sat on his back, stroking his bulging belly, looking in a good mood.

"Compared with learning magic, can you let me go? Your goal is not me in the first place. Keeping me with you will only be a drag."

Perotina saw that he seemed to be easier to talk to now, so she couldn't help but ask directly.

She now wants to know how Caesar's situation is, and Nero can't ignore it, because she will eventually go to the Holy See.

"Let you go and then join the slave group to find the Son of God? I'm angry just talking about it. If you hadn't come here at the end, Dabai wouldn't have been injured. I don't know how long it will take to recover."

Gargamel glanced at Perotina, deliberately exaggerating the severity of Bone Dragon Dabai's injuries. Seeing that she actually fell silent with guilt, he felt extremely proud.

In fact, Dabai, who only had a skeleton without flesh and blood, did not suffer many serious injuries. The most serious injury was that he lost a bone. He could find time to reattach it and it would be fine.

"And I suddenly realized that I was missing a servant, and you seemed quite suitable."

"servant"

Perotina's shock turned to anger, and her originally round face turned into a fat white bun with anger, making Gargamel narrow his eyes as he looked at her.

"Yes." Gargamel crossed his legs and began to list the things that the servant had to do like a master. If he wrote it down, it would be a long list.

"Make the bed, beat the back, and dig people to death. What I like most is your ability to prepare meals. I am very satisfied with this meal."

"I'm not satisfied with being your servant, huh, no way."

Regardless of what the last digger was, there was none of the things he mentioned that she was willing to do.

Perotina jumped down from the chair and was about to walk out the door. She has a lot of important things to do. She doesn't want to play with this inexplicable necromancer. If she insists on not letting her go, then let's have a fight.

Perotina held the scepter tightly as she walked, guarding against the sudden appearance of undead creatures.

"Then don't you want to save that son of God? He seems to be very important to you. With a small body like yours, you can only serve as a food delivery when you join the slave group."

Perotina stopped pushing the door open.

Nero was indeed important to him. The forces within the Holy See are complex, and I don't know how many people would have ill intentions toward elves like them. Nero is an important figure in the God of Light's plan to regain the elves. In terms of emotional tendencies, it seems that he can also play the emotional card to win a relationship.

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For the sake of those 300 tribesmen, she couldn't give up Nero and let him be sold.

"As you say, are you willing to help me?"

Perotina turned around and looked at Gargamel with an inquiring look.

"Didn't you want to catch the Son of God before? And you are a necromancer. Aren't you an old enemy of the Vatican?"

Gargamel spread his hands and said that this was not a problem.

"The necromancer and the people of the Holy See are old enemies, but the relationship between me and the Holy See is not the same. If you look at me like this, can you tell that I am a necromancer without wearing a cloak?"

Gargamel stood up, took off his cloak, and turned around twice to show Perotina. Wearing silk clothes and leather boots underneath, he looks like a noble man.

Perotina shook her head. It really doesn't look like it. Both the image and the aura are completely different from before.

"I don't actually have any deep grudge against the Holy See. They haven't offended me yet. I just want to capture the Son of God because I think it will be very handsome and will help me, Gargamel, become famous. But if you do a good job as a servant, I I don’t mind doing my little servant a favor and rescuing the Son of God from his slaves.”

Gargamel spoke slowly and confidently, as if it was a trivial matter, and Perotina couldn't help but complain about him.

"But you were clearly beaten away just now."

"What nonsense are you talking about? I was beaten away because I was not prepared at the moment, and the opponent had a large number of people, so I was at a disadvantage. When I am ready next time, I will make the Golden Leopard people look good."

Gargamel was also very concerned about the loss he suffered this time. He and Perotina had the same idea of ​​dealing with the slave group.

Although Perotina felt that the dignified Necromancer was a bit speechless when he said that the enemy was outnumbered, and she didn't think things could be done so easily, but if she could have him as an ally, her chances of winning would undoubtedly be much greater. There was no Holy See force stationed in such a remote place, and the large troops in front had already gone far away. It would be too late for Nero's people to come back after they realized something was wrong.

"Since you also want to seek revenge from the Golden Leopard Slave Group, it's okay for us to cooperate. I can help you prepare an extra meal, but don't talk about it as a servant. That is absolutely impossible."

I, Perotina, can be considered an elf princess after all. I work as a servant for a necromancer. If my father finds out, he will definitely knock her on the head. And she has just started to live independently, take care of herself, and then take care of other people's lives. How is that possible?

Gargamel thought for a moment and nodded in agreement. What he actually values ​​​​is the delicious food from the elf, and he may not be able to do other things well if he asks her to do them.

"Then let's make a deal and work together to overthrow the Golden Leopard Slave Group. During this period, you will take care of all my meals. I will pay for the food."

"make a deal"

The hands of one big and one small were folded together, and they made this agreement like a child playing house.

They didn't use any contract, but they felt that they could already trust each other. The two little guys had no idea what their simple move would mean to the entire continent in the future.

Perotina took back her hand and showed a relaxed smile.

"I haven't asked your name yet. You should know mine, right? My name is Perotina."

"Of course my name is Gargamel."

There was a mischievous look in the young man's eyes, and what he said was very insincere. When he saw Pelotina pursed her lips in displeasure, he said seriously.

"The Necromancer has a special identity and is a public enemy of the mainland. When I use this identity, I will only be Gargamel, so as not to implicate other people. As for my real name, you will know it if you have the chance in the future."