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

Arnold dug through the haystack that was too long for him.

Tiny insects and ants were stirring in the soft soil under his feet. Normally, he would have been hurriedly thinking about whether he had prepared enough insect repellent, but now he felt at ease watching the activity of this little creature.

This is just the most ordinary ant, so ordinary that it has no elements. Abyssal parasites cannot set foot in it either.

Looking up, there are still endless green leaves, and it is difficult to determine the direction without seeing the sun. The soil under his feet became moist. Arnold squatted down, picked up a little bit, and rubbed it on his fingertips. He lowered his head and sniffed, smelling the faint smell of water.

"Evan, we're almost to the river." He shouted behind him. But he saw the group leader frowning and thinking deeply. The white horse stepped on the ground anxiously, making a clanking sound and snorting from time to time.

"What's wrong?" Arnold jumped up and tugged on the hem of the captain's clothes, thinking that he was still worried about the abyssal parasite. "I've seen it, and it doesn't look like there is an abyssal parasite in the surrounding environment."

"Besides," the dwarf snorted sarcastically, "the danger of parasitism in the abyss has obviously been exaggerated by the priests. The Circumferential Tower is correct. The mortality rate caused by parasitism alone is not as terrible as the Holy See of Light promotes."

"Parasite can only cause a vacancy of elements in the body, which will make people feel uncomfortable for a long time and cause symptoms of dizziness and dizziness. The priest just confirmed this well. It is estimated that after a while, he will be alive and kicking. A lot. The adventurer’s death was ultimately due to the unfortunate encounter with a more aggressive creature during this period of physical discomfort.”

"The really lethal one..." The dwarf paused, suddenly opened his eyes, and understood why Aiwen was silent.

"No way! Those priests will always guard next to the cracks in the abyss no matter how much they neglect their duties. How could the 'seeds' spread?" Arnold also began to become impatient, feeling uneasy about this conjecture.

"'The dragon is coming soon,' Arnold." Ivan was worried, and the lack of sleep made his handsome face look tired. "I care about this very much. Even if this guess is wrong, there is nothing wrong with being more cautious. .”

"Continue on the road, go back quickly." Ivan sighed, patted his beloved white horse, and urged it forward. He thought of something again, turned around and told Arnold seriously, "Your Be careful in your side business, there is an abyssal parasite, and the recent outpost must be strict about it."

the other side.

"Ah!" Eugene screamed in pain, with cold sweat covering his forehead.

Sylvia held a knife with an expressionless face, roasted it on the fire and performed the simplest disinfection, then attached it to Eugene's skin again and opened the healed suture wound on his left arm again.

Eugene let out another trembling cry, and the echoes spread over and over again in the empty space of the temple.

Who told you to be a bitch?

O'Brien felt no sympathy for him. But...he glanced at Sylvia, was Miss Pastor so angry?

"Elf, help me pull the wound." Sylvia ordered calmly.

Sure enough, he was still angry, and his tone was so cold. O'Brien stepped forward and helped open Eugene's wounds.

The wound wasn't big, but it was deep. On the surface, everything seemed to have healed well, but deeper down, it had been infected by bacteria, showing a miserable state of dead flesh, and rancid pus overflowed as soon as the wound was opened.

It turned out to be a kind treatment? ! O'Brien looked at Miss Priest in shock. Is she so holy?

Under O'Brien's gaze, Sylvia inserted her fingers into the wound without hesitation.

"Ah!!!!" With the last scream, Eugene rolled his eyes and fainted.

Okay, I apologize for what I just thought. O'Brien looked at this tragic scene and felt his left arm hurt, and silently shut up.

Sylvia lowered her eyes, as if searching for something in the wound. Finally, after a while, she pulled her finger out of the wound, holding a small black ball between her fingertips.

"Private goods." She took out the water bag she carried with her and rinsed her fingers and the small ball clean.

"Here, do you recognize it?" She raised the little ball on her fingertips to O'Brien.

O'Brien posted. It is an irregular sphere with a protruding spike above and below, giving the whole body a spindle shape. The whole body of the small ball was covered in black, and no material could be seen. It was uneven and had some kind of complicated texture. It gave off an ominous reflection in the slight sunlight of the temple.

O'Brien thought about the information that had been circulated among the adventure group, and suddenly an incredible guess came to his mind: "...seeds?"

Sylvia rubbed the surface of the ball and thought quietly for a while before saying, "It should be."

She raised her head and looked at the unconscious priest lying there, "This is the space key commonly known as the 'seed'."

"But don't be nervous." She raised her hand to stop O'Brien from shaking Eugene wildly and asking, "This seed is indeed dead."

Otherwise, as a product of the abyss, the seeds will continue to suck in surrounding elements just like abyssal parasites.

O'Brien was not comforted, but almost went crazy. It was the first time the dark elf encountered such an unreasonable thing: "How dare he! Let's not even mention that he used **** to bury the abyssal parasite. This sounds crazy. If the seeds open the door to the abyss outside the wilderness, the Holy See of Light will not have time to send a priest to save people! Besides, besides... isn't he just a priest!"

O'Brien gasped, took the water bag handed over by Sylvia, and drank it down. Finally, my mood calmed down a little.

Although it sounds incredible, the matter of smuggling abyssal parasites does exist. The Abyss Rift has been tightly guarded by the Holy See of Light all year round, and only a multi-party joint abyss expedition will let others in. Therefore, the information about the abyss was completely blocked.

If organizations such as the Circumference Tower want to understand the Abyss, they can only secretly bribe members of the Demon Hunting Group who can go to the wilderness of the wild wood, and spend a lot of money to obtain information about the Abyss from them.

Everything related to the "Abyss" is valuable. This is a tacit understanding among all adventurers, and this has led to various side businesses of collecting information about the Abyss.

As the space key to open the abyss and other worlds, "seeds" obviously belong to the most valuable category.

"But didn't he show disdain for the Circular Tower?" O'Brien was puzzled, "Didn't he show so much drama?"

Sylvia said nothing, quietly kneading the seed, and finally crushed it.

"What if it's not the Circular Tower." She felt a headache. She didn't want to participate in the disputes within the Holy See, but her identity as the adopted daughter of Priest Leo naturally stood up for her.

"Really, I hate stupid intrigues between people the most."

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The riverside is a rare place in the Shivering Forest where light can shine directly.

The Sumiai River originates from the northernmost Snowy Mountains. The melting snow water gave birth to the Snow Forest in the north and thousands of elves in it. It then followed the river eastward, nourishing the once "fertile soil" in the east.

The word "Sumiai" means "origin" in the Elvish language.

But unfortunately, the "fertile soil" is no longer there, and the rivers leading to the west are gradually drying up. Therefore, although this branch of the Trembling Forest is a branch of the Sumiai River, it seems to flow quietly, like a stream. The trees gave way to it, forming large tidal flats beside the river.

White flowers bloom on the beach.

Ivan placed the white horse in the bushes nearby and stepped on the overly wet soil. The soft soil naturally sank, surrounding the boots and leaving a footprint.

The dwarf has a light body and agile movements. While Alvin was still shaking to grasp his balance, he had already jumped to the flower bush and carefully observed the pile of white flowers: "The mimic letter flower is... the kind with a red halo in the center of the flower?"

Ivan finally came over with a deep kick and a shallow kick. He frowned and looked at the muddy ground, but still bent down: "I want the colorful one, the heart of the flower looks like the colored ink has been smudged."

That’s a lot to ask for. Arnold quietly rolled his eyes, "I think the ones sold in pharmacies are all of the same color."

"Arnold, memorize the purpose of the mimicry letter flower." Ivan suddenly opened his mouth to check.

The dwarf had a pained look on his face. He had known better than to ask any more questions: "It can be used as a medicinal material for disinfection after being ground. Some people also use it as a talisman. Is there anything else? And..."

The dwarf turned his head and realized: "It can also serve as a medium for priests to communicate with gods."

"No, what a coincidence?"

Priest is just the name in the Holy See of Light for the priest who communicates with the God of Light.

But there are still some people who do not belong to the light. They divided their souls and put half of themselves into the outside world to communicate with gods who did not belong to this world.

They are called witches.

"Hurry up and collect them." Ivan looked at the white flowers, and finally squatted down regardless of the mud stains on his trouser legs, and checked the flowers one by one, "I am looking forward to meeting our employer."

In the shallow stream, a pair of eyes are watching here. The dwarf and the blond man finally had enough. They threw the package containing the flowers on their horses and hurried back. Finally the figure disappeared in the woods.

It was overjoyed and wanted to crawl out of the cocoon that bound it.

"Don't worry." It was pinched by someone.

It was startled. It just didn't realize that there were other creatures hiding here.

The person holding it should be a human? He wore a gray cloak, and his long black hair was gathered into a bunch and draped over his left shoulder. It can't tell the difference between beauty and ugliness, but it instinctively feels closeness.

The black-haired boy walked gently on the beach with bare feet. Even the mud did not want to stain his pure white soles, which were almost transparent. The boy felt like walking on the ground on this muddy ground.

He picked a mimetic letter flower. Flames rose at his fingertips like vines wrapped around them. The flowers were nourished by the flames, and the originally half-closed petals slowly opened, blooming when the flames reached their highest point.

After a long time, the flowing color in the center of the flower gradually solidified into red, and spread along the veins to the entire bouquet.

Red flower means:

[God is not here]

Sylvia, who was not far away, suddenly let out a soft cry and covered her neck.

"What's wrong?" O'Brien was packing his luggage and looked at her doubtfully.

Sylvia was still stroking her neck, her short black hair covering the side of her face.

"It hurts a little."