[Western Fantasy] The black-skinned elf also wants to hug the rich woman’s lap today

O'Brien played with the sparrows on the window sill of the hotel, enjoying the short leisurely time in the morning.

He was wearing a black cloak that was large enough to cover every corner of his body. He wore a pair of sheepskin gloves on his hands, which had been with him for four years. They were badly worn, but unfortunately the team was unable to replace them due to insufficient funds.

O'Brien spread his fingers and looked at it, planning to fill in a few more holes when he had time at night.

This week I must discuss the salary increase with the group leader Ai Wenwen. This was the fourth time this month that he had made up his mind, otherwise it would be impossible to survive this day.

The sparrows huddle together and peck at the millet grains on the windowsill. Occasionally, a few well-fed and drunk ones will curiously watch the weirdo who feeds them.

Under the not very strong sunlight, he was still tightly wrapped, with an additional windproof mask under the hood of his cloak. Most of the weirdo's face was buried under these fabrics, with only a little of his silver hair and eyes exposed. .

A pair of green eyes.

It is captured by silver-gray eyelashes. It is an ancient forest entangled in the moonlight. Time will stand here forever, and the beauty will not be defeated by the years.

Obulyn is a beautiful dark elf.

This is also rare in Gabu City, the "city of adventurers" known for its mixed bag of fish and dragons. As we all know, the Dark Elves betrayed the Elven Tree, were disgusted by the Light, and were eventually driven into underground caves. The dark elves, who are still a matriarchal clan, have strict management, and few come to the ground without fear of death.

But "rarity" doesn't bring any advantages to O'Brien. After all, darkness is different from the mainstream. The light elf next door is a guest at any noble dinner. He is a dark elf who is not as smart as the pet dogs in the arms of those ladies.

hateful.

O'Brien became more and more angry as he thought about it. He grabbed a handful of millet to feed the sparrows, pulled off his mask, put it in his mouth, and chewed it.

Before he could take a few bites, there was the sound of huge footsteps going up the stairs "dong dong dong" from outside the room.

"Obrin! Our priest ran away again!" A golden head broke in at the door.

Oh, Alvin. O'Brien was secretly glad that he was ready to wear a wind mask today. The cologne Ivan wore was really his lifelong enemy.

Young Alvin Varden, the leader of the "Glass Viper" adventure group and the public lover of Gabe City, is obviously unable to maintain his good gentlemanly behavior. Her blond hair was in a mess, and her blue eyes, which were praised highly by ladies in the city, were rarely red. He must have just climbed out of bed, wearing only a dressing gown over his silk pajamas.

"This month! The third one!" The group leader was very angry. O'Brien believed that if he hadn't still had a shred of sanity left, he would have started to curse like the shrews on the street.

But even so, his shouting woke up Arnold next door. The dwarf rubbed his sleepy eyes and wore the human children's pajamas he found at the market. He arrived at the door of O'Brien's room and sneezed before he could speak.

"——Evan, did you knock over your perfume bottle?" The dwarf looked at the leader in disbelief.

Well done, Arnold. O'Brien silently gave the dwarf a thumbs up.

But the leader's mood suddenly changed. He was furious just now, but now it has developed to the point of sadness: "... We have obviously reached an agreement with the pastor, but we are afraid that he will escape, and we specially arranged his room in He moved next door to me. Do you know how I spent these two days? I was really afraid that he would run away as soon as I closed my eyes."

Speaking of sad things, the group leader couldn't help but sob. He grabbed a piece of cloth and wiped his nose.

O'Brien looked down at his ruined cloak. Although he knew that Alvin most likely did not do it on purpose, but God, he only had one replacement cloak.

Compared with the collapse of the group leader, the two old fools, the elves and the dwarves, are still there.

O'Brien winked at Arnold, "Look, it's only been two days this time, I won the bet."

Arnold's face suddenly turned foul, matching the look of the wailing leader next to him.

The leader wiped away his bitter tears: "Forget it, it's his loss that he doesn't like us." He glanced at Obulin with complicated eyes.

O'Brien has a slight guilty conscience. The dark elves are the biggest stumbling block in recruiting priests. Most priests immediately stayed away when they heard there was a dark elf in their team. A small number of priests were entangled in the temptation of money and the torture of faith. After weighing the two, they eventually ran away.

Although he showed no remorse, O'Brien skillfully displayed his "three-piece confessional suit" in front of the sponsor's father, bowing his head, shutting up, and covering his face with his hands.

"I'm sorry, Alvin." Thanks again to the windproof mask, O'Brien was actually happy now. His bet with Arnold allowed him to have food for at least a week. Sorry Ai Wen, I am not a poor Taoist.

The leader has seen this set of actions too many times, but he can't blame this "discriminated" dark elf. He casually pulled up a chair, sat down, and began his daily routine of random thoughts.

"Arnold, why don't you take the priest qualification certificate test." The innocent leader sincerely suggested, "Anyway, dwarves also believe in light."

Arnold jumped up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on: "Can you bear to let a sixty-year-old dwarf learn an unrelated profession and hold a wand twice as long as his height? You... You’re making things difficult for the dwarves!”

"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh." Ivan waved his hand, "You have to live and learn."

"Then Obulin." The dwarf was provoked and decided to drag down the culprit of all this. "I will report him with his real name. He is a two-hundred-year-old elf, and he still can't recognize the common language." The dwarf was heartbroken, "Don't he? Is it worth a cultural gift package?”

It’s over.

Sure enough, the leader looked at the elf with eyes full of fatherly love (?). "Oh, O'Brien, I think some culture is necessary." He added: "Maybe next time I should include basic culture in the task assessment."

The two-hundred-year-old elf was suddenly horrified by this twenty-year-old human.

"Okay." Seeing that the two members were exhausted, the leader's mood improved a little. He got up and went downstairs, "I'll go to the mission office later and have a look. Maybe with good luck, I can meet someone who is willing to act with us. Where’s the pastor?”

The immediate boss left, leaving the dwarves and elves looking at each other.

"I often feel that Alvin is a natural black man." Arnold was the first to speak up, "As for why he is so persistent with the priest, we don't lack a nanny when we go on a mission."

O'Brien shrugged: "This is the so-called 'man's romance'. Without the priest, we will always be just an adventure group. With the configuration of the priest, we can be regarded as a 'demon hunting group'."

Arnold was shocked: "The 'Demon Hunting Group' doesn't make much more money than us."

"So, human romance can only be understood but not expressed." Anyway, O'Brien didn't understand what this romance was about.

Seeing O'Brien start to arrange his clothes and put on pieces of sun protection gear, Arnold casually greeted him: "Are you going out at this time?"

"That's right." O'Brien said dryly with a bitter look on his face, "Thanks to you, I have to study."

According to Aiwen's unreliable character, it is really possible that one day he might suddenly want to include cultural assessment into the assessment criteria. O'Brien felt that he had better make plans in advance.

at the market.

O'Brien's head is as big as two. Who can tell him why books are so expensive? Just one copy of Elementary Common Language Teaching for Babies would cost him five days of food.

Oops, am I already so poor? He compared it horizontally and felt that eating was more important.

It's better to find a substitute, such as an expired magazine, wouldn't it be much cheaper for the same function?

There happened to be a variety of second-hand magazines on the stall next to it, and O'Brien squatted down and flipped through them. Yes, the magazine is not very well preserved, but the advantage is that the text is still clear and it doesn't look expensive.

The stall owner is a middle-aged human man wearing a big hat. A brightly colored parrot stands on his shoulder, socializing for him.

“The boss said it,” the parrot squawked, “These magazines are on sale for clearance, and I’ll give you a bunch of ten copper coins!”

That's a good feeling. O'Brien paid the money happily and carried a dozen old magazines back to the hotel. He bumped into Arnold who was coming downstairs to have breakfast.

The dwarf watched in shock as the pile of paper products, which was as tall as three of him, was easily lifted up by the elf. There were so many flaws that he didn't know where to start: "Did you find it from the trash? The paper is all yellowed."

O'Brien didn't care. He found a table by the window to dry the magazine and let the air blow away the smell.

A large amount of paper spread out is a spectacular sight. Ah, is this the feeling of a cultural person? The illiterate elf was quite smug.

Ivan hurried back from outside, looking a little worried. He walked with his head down without saying a word. As soon as he returned to the hotel, he was shocked by the paper on the table: "Who took out the toilet paper and dried it? This month's performance is It’s not good, but we’re not that poor!”

Snapped. Arnold put down his half-eaten breakfast.

awkward.

Embarrassing.

O'Brien pursed his lips and put away the magazine.

Damn Alvin, go to hell! Curse you to never find a priest or form a demon hunting group.

Facts have proved that although dark elves and witches are both dark creatures, they have not inherited the latter's curse talent at all. Ivan didn't notice the air that froze for a moment, and happily announced that he had recruited an excellent priest.

"Ms. Burton is a student at a missionary school. In order to complete her graduation exam, she needs to find a job as an internship. I am so lucky to meet her! The two of us got along very well, and she is also very kind. I believe she will be one of ours in the near future. Part of the team now.”

But no matter how much the leader boasted, O'Brien and Arnold didn't believe a word of it.

Even if he is an old fox in officialdom, Ivan can still use his talent skill of "fool defeats master" to have a "happy conversation" with the opponent. What's more, the college's graduation assessment cannot leave a stain on the mission. How can we cooperate with a team with dark elves?

O'Brien was already mourning the leader's failure again.

But the leader himself was not aware of it: "Miss Burton...she has a hidden disease." His melancholy blue eyes stared at the other two members of the team sincerely, pitifully: "Don't act too abnormal when the time comes, leave her a good impression."