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

O'Brien was in a daze for a while when he woke up. What he saw in his vision was a room he had never seen before.

With a white roof and white walls, the light-colored gauze curtains at the window were gently pushed by the wind, and then deftly pulled away by the wind, casting soft shadows on the wall. There is a bouquet of white flowers placed on the wooden cabinet next to it. There is no sign of withering. It can be seen that it is carefully taken care of every day. The bed under him was thoughtfully placed in the shadow of the corner. No matter how the sun moved, the sunlight would not shine directly.

Such a tidy environment gave O'Brien a bad feeling. He raised his left arm tremblingly. Sure enough, it was not the cheap shirt he was familiar with, but a brand new hospital gown with blue and white stripes.

Realizing this, he sat up from the bed suddenly, but immediately felt dizzy and dizzy, bang, he was forced to lie down again.

"Just lie down." Arnold's faint voice came from the side. O'Brien turned his head. The dwarf was neatly dressed and sitting on the bed next to him. He held his head in his hands and looked at him, his calves dangling on the edge of the bed. For some reason O'Brien saw schadenfreude in his eyes.

He gritted his teeth and asked the dwarf: "Is this the treatment room at the outpost? How much does it cost to stay here for a day?"

"Oh." Arnold pretended to be surprised and covered his mouth, "I thought you would ask how you ended up here first."

This is a lie. As a close friend who has gone through thick and thin together, Arnold naturally knows what this stingy elf is thinking now. It's easy to guess. He just couldn't help but want to see his rare deflation.

"Probably...this number." He gestured to the elf.

O'Brien sat up like a corpse.

"But don't worry." Arnold looked at the scene in front of him with satisfaction, and then slowly continued, "A certain kind pastor covered all the expenses."

Then he watched with joy as the almost petrified elf slowly lay back.

Having solved his major problem, O'Brien felt much more relaxed. He took out an apple from the fruit basket in the cabinet next to him with his right hand. If you don't eat it, it's nothing. An apple a day keeps the doctor away from me. Chew Chew Chew.

"You probably guessed it." He munched on the fruit pulp and couldn't speak clearly. "My cloak is with Sylvia. The last spell she used caused a large amount of light elements to gather and accidentally injured me, right?"

Then he saw Arnold looking at him with sympathy.

"Isn't it?" He paused for a moment while chewing the apple.

"You think too highly of yourself." Arnold sighed, "You are lying here because of the dizziness caused by the bright light."

"To put it more simply." Ignoring the elf's constipated expression, the dwarf continued to hit him ruthlessly, "You were blinded."

That's really not very glamorous. The dark elf puffed his mouth, and the sweet juice filled his mouth. He decided not to worry about this dark history. Anyway, it would be a lot for him to miss this one. He raised the bandage and splint on his left hand towards the dwarf, "What about this?"

Arnold twitched the corner of his mouth, "Well, you fainted directly on the horse, frightening both Sylvia and your horse. Your black horse stepped on your left hand."

"Oh." Once there was no financial pressure, the sequelae of dizziness came back, and O'Brien had a headache. But as long as it doesn't hurt him at all, he doesn't have to pay for the treatment anyway.

"That won't stop you from resting." Arnold packed up his things and prepared to leave. "The injury is not serious, but his left hand will need to be rehabilitated for a while. There are minor abrasions and burns on the skin, which will be healed quickly with some medicine. Alvin and Sylvia have been called over for questioning, and they will probably come to see you later."

O'Brien didn't respond. His unsatisfactory body quickly adapted to the soft hospital bed and fell into sleep.

On the other side, Alvin and Sylvia were waiting in the conversation room to be questioned by the outpost.

Sitting opposite was a very senior abyss investigator, a female dwarf, with an expression on her face that was so serious that it was almost rigid. On the table between them, a map of the eastern part of the continent had been spread out, with the specific landmarks of the Trembling Forest and the Wilderness of the Woods noted in detail.

But the official start of the conversation still has to wait for the arrival of the clergy sent by the Holy See of Light. As we all know, dwarves have bad tempers, so as the appointed time approached but the clergy had not yet arrived, the investigator's expression became worse and worse.

The person who entered the conversation room at the last second was a narrow-eyed Purification Knight, about 27 or 28 years old, with a smile on his face, rubbing his head and begging for mercy, "Ah, I'm sorry, I'm not late."

The investigator suppressed his anger and said, "Xion, please pay attention, this is an outpost, not the territory of your church!"

Xion didn't pay attention, but said hello, "Hey, Miss Sylvia, long time no see, please say hello to Archbishop Leo for me."

Sylvia just smiled politely and nodded, "Can we start now? There are still companions waiting for us to go back."

"Okay, okay." Xion pulled out a chair and sat down comfortably, staring at them with narrow eyes, "I heard that you met a dragon?"

This was not in accordance with the procedure, and the investigator next to him began to frown again. Alvin quickly cleared his throat to smooth things over.

"That's right." He started from the beginning to describe the team's mission experience.

"You met an injured priest in the parasitic vine forest of the Hidden Abyss?" The investigator drew a circle on the map. "Can you describe it in detail?"

Already anticipating this question, Alvin quietly looked at Sylvia.

Sylvia was not in a hurry, "We met Eugene on the way to avoid the abyssal parasites. I used spells to help him get rid of the abyssal parasites that were living on him. At that time, we ran away in a hurry until we reached the resting place. When I helped him bandage his wounds in the abandoned temple, I discovered that at some point, there was a 'seed' hanging on the corner of his clothes."

"What about the 'seed'?" The investigator paused on his pen.

Sylvia still responded calmly, "After confirming that it was indeed the key to the abyss, the 'seed' was destroyed by me in accordance with the regulations of the Demon Hunting Group. Moreover, I am very sure that the seed that released the ancient dragon was not this one. .”

"Talk about dragons." Theon was still thinking about this. The investigator's face darkened for a moment, dissatisfied with him for interrupting his questioning.

Ivan quickly picked up, "I was lucky enough to see the skeleton model of an ancient dragon. This time, the dragon was not very huge. It was just a juvenile dragon, and its wings seemed to be incomplete and it had never been able to fly. But the dragon flame it sprays does contain the power of thunder and lightning, it is the true ancient dragon flame."

The conversation ended not too quickly, and Alvin breathed a sigh of relief when he left the conversation room.

"Do you think she believes it?" He whispered in Sylvia's ear.

The priest's movements paused for a moment, then quickly returned to normal, "She had to believe it. The person participating in the conversation this time was Theon, the leader of the Purification Knights, which already showed the attitude of the Holy See. Things about Eugene will be revealed gently. In the past, subsequent investigations would focus on the origin and whereabouts of the ancient dragon."

Ivan felt uncomfortable and always felt that he had done something wrong. "Is it really right to let the church hide it like this?"

He looked back at Sylvia. Sylvia lowered her head slightly, and this time she did not raise her trademark soft smile.

"Maybe." She squeezed her sleeves tightly, and a soft sigh came from her throat, like a wisp of smoke that dispersed as soon as she blew it. "Over hundreds of years, the church has become a hero resisting the abyss and a shining sun that leads the masses. , the holy image cannot be tainted by a trace of scandal.”

"It should be a beacon. It can only be a beacon. Otherwise..." Her voice was a little cold, as if she was repeating it to herself. Only then did Alvin realize that the pastor was not as calm as she showed, "Otherwise, we can still Wouldn’t you like to fight against the abyss together without any grudge?”

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Towards evening O'Brien woke up. In his sleepy eyes, he suddenly noticed someone sitting next to the bed, and was inevitably startled.

"Ah, pastor, it's you. Why aren't you wearing a pastor's robe?" He yawned casually and patted his heart, feeling that it was great to be alive.

Sylvia rarely wore her priest's robe, revealing the long linen skirt underneath, looking elegant and thin. She sat upright on the bed beside her, her black hair covering a little of her cheeks, and the small red mole under her eyes was crumbling. She must have been thinking about something, immersed in her own thoughts, and then slowly raised her head when she heard his voice.

Halfway through O'Brien's yawn, his mind returned to him. He suddenly discovered a fact that he had always ignored, which almost made him gasp for breath.

He was sent to the treatment room, which meant that the priest must know why he passed out.

It’s over, the identity of the dark elf can no longer be hidden.

The pastor was obviously interrupted by his sudden question. He seemed to have forgotten what he wanted to say for a short time, and just answered the questions he asked first out of habit.

"I feel like a lot of staff in the base looked at me unkindly." She wanted to pull on her robe, but missed the opportunity and could only let go in embarrassment, "I think it's because of the robe."

Oh, the so-called "light isolation". O'Brien said he expected it.

Sylvia finally remembered what she was going to say. She suddenly stood up straight and looked down at Obulin with an unusually solemn expression.

"I don't think I was wrong this time."

O'Brien: "???"

The priest ignored his reaction, pinched the hem of his skirt and continued, "It's because you didn't tell me the special nature of your situation before. In that situation when you were surrounded by abyssal parasites, you cast an excessive amount of light elements to sustain the situation. It is an absolutely problem-free choice to break through the abyss parasitism and devour the capacity of the elements to achieve the effect of elimination."

"I would make the same choice if I did it again." She lowered her eyes, her eyes were slightly red, but not weak, her cheeks were tight, and her mouth was pursed stubbornly, "I admit that it was me who lost my mind during the crisis at that time. It was a mistake, but the injury that caused you, although it was an own mistake, and although I am sorry, it is indeed not my fault."