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

There was silence in the room. O'Brien gritted his teeth. Anger rose up in his heart again, robbing him of his breath savagely, leaving him breathless.

The weak light had been swallowed up at some point. In the darkness, his jewel-like eyes scrutinized the priest's face, his gaze tending to some kind of nocturnal beast.

He pronounced his original sin in a thick nasal voice. "I am a dark elf."

The pastor was expressionless, at least in his opinion, "Yes. But if you had told me this fact in advance, at least I would not..."

"I am a dark elf, priest." He raised his voice and emphasized again.

The pastor was stunned for a moment by his deliberately emphasized tone, as if her train of thought was interrupted or a strange question was suddenly mentioned. She even raised her upper lip slightly, which was an obvious expression of doubt, "This... …What’s wrong?”

O'Brien felt funny, but he just twitched the corners of his mouth. This is not funny. What's so funny about it? He looked at the priest with a complex expression, a simple lamb shrouded in the light of God. Blindness made her useless. Eyes are the first way to identify the ugliness in the world. In her perception, the difference between dark elves and light elves may be like two rabbits with different fur colors.

To be loved means to be given hope, and he always brings disappointment. His mother's cold eyes were watching him in the darkness all the time.

His expression was extremely bad. He didn't need this kind of useless care. "It's strange. Didn't your academy teach you to stay away from dark creatures?"

He unconsciously sneered, "Or do you think you are the Holy Mother and want to tolerate all creatures? Then you are wrong. The "equality of all living beings" of the Holy See of Light does not include dark creatures."

He knew that this was wrong, that it was immoral to vent all his unhappiness on the priest, and that it was unfair to her. She was so gentle to him, and he didn't understand why she didn't stay away from him, even though he was moody and never tired of her.

The pastor pursed his lips and raised his long eyelashes slightly. She didn't understand why O'Brien suddenly had so much malice. She subconsciously wanted to defend herself, "But, I don't think you are..."

"Have you not noticed, Pastor?" O'Brien interrupted her indifferently, "you like to say 'I think' and 'I think' very much."

"What a self-centered young lady." As he said this, he despised himself over and over in his heart, but please, Pastor, hurry up and stay away from this terrible guy, leave him far away, you should be with you You deserve sunshine and flowers in the company of your bright kind, not the scrutiny of a vile dark elf.

Hideous dark creatures are not worth your sincerity.

The pastor was visibly hurt by this statement. She lowered her head slowly, and the bones in the back of her neck rose and fell. O'Brien even wondered if she was crying secretly.

"Well, okay." After a while, the pastor raised her head. The corners of her eyes were not wet, but she still maintained her politeness, "Good night."

She left.

O'Brien breathed a sigh of relief. But his heart did not escape the tight feeling of oppression. Is this... pushing her away in a way that hurts her the right choice?

Guilt crawled up his spine like a lurking snake. This was not the emotion a dark elf should have. O'Brien grabbed the soft pillow and covered his head, not wanting to think too much about it.

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Sylvia walked halfway and suddenly had a premonition of something. She changed her original route and turned into a small alley next to her.

"Excellent intuition." The other party started with a compliment.

The priest simply nodded, "How? Theon."

"You're really not polite at all." The squinting leader of the Purification Knights, Xion, was not wearing his conspicuous silver armor at the moment. He just put on a rough cloth shirt, ignoring his iconic pair of Squinting his eyes, he does look like a passerby.

"Thanks to you." He waved his hand to drive away the moths around him, "We will have good luck going back to judge that Eugene."

He turned around and found Sylvia staring straight at him. Ah, even though he knew that Sylvia couldn't see, he was still startled and raised his hands to beg for mercy, "Okay, okay, I know what you are going to ask."

"That Eugene, this mission of him and his demon hunting group did not involve the wilderness area. So there are two possibilities as to the origin of the seeds."

He raised two fingers and said, "One, like the seeds in the Wild Wood, they fell from the cracks in the abyss through the wind and water, but this time they floated further, to the Shivering Forest and were picked up by Eugene."

Sylvia remained silent, silently ruling out this option in her mind.

"Two, it's a bit troublesome." Xion also sighed, relaxed his upright body, and leaned against the wall, "The inspections involving the abyss in the Wilderness of the Wood are very strict, much stricter than the inspections here in the Trembling Forest."

"Smuggling?" A word came to Sylvia's mind.

Xion nodded in affirmation, "The Wilderness of the Wood is too big. If someone deliberately placed such a small seed on the border with the Trembling Forest, it would be impossible to detect it. After that, it only needs someone in the Trembling Forest to respond. If according to the With this conjecture, the origin of the abyssal parasitism in the Trembling Forest can be explained clearly, as it overflows from the 'world' of seeds."

"But Eugene's seed is dead." Sylvia emphasized. "The seed that opened the 'world' that gave birth to the dragon was not this one."

"That may be because they are well prepared. Eugene is not the only one who transported the seeds, but he was unlucky and was discovered by you." Xion had some guesses about this, "Generally speaking, seeds that open the same 'world' There won’t be just one, it will range from three to four, but once one seed opens the ‘world’ as a key, the other seeds will automatically die.”

The faces of both of them were not good-looking.

In the end, it was Sylvia who spoke first, "Aren't they afraid that the seeds will open the 'world' in the city? Those creatures that no longer exist in the world..."

Xion glanced at Sylvia in surprise, "You know a lot."

"But," the leader of the Purification Knights raised a wrinkled wry smile, "hundreds of years of peaceful life have eaten away the brains of some high-level officials, thinking that light is invincible, purification can solve everything, and they can take care of themselves. Thinking that parasitism in the abyss is just that, standing on the cracks of the abyss with an arrogant attitude."

He raised his hand and covered his eyes. The proud knight leader was exhausted in the dark night. "But I didn't expect that the abyss has not spread in these hundreds of years. It's not only because we filled it with human lives to close the 'world', The Abyss itself is also more stable than it was a hundred years ago. Even, sadly, the latter is a little more important."

"But the dragon is coming," Sylvia said softly. She wasn't trying to hit him, she was just stating the facts.

Speaking of this, Xion cheered up, "The news just came from the front, the dragon disappeared."

This news was beyond expectation, and even Sylvia looked suspicious, "Is this the first case? There has never been a case of abyss creatures disappearing before, right?"

"We suspect that the dragon has returned to the seeds." Xion touched his pocket and took out a pipe. Taking into account that Sylvia did not add tobacco, he simply held it in his mouth and said in a vague voice, "Really, I would rather face it. For a giant dragon, he is not willing to face the unknown."

"Do you have any ideas? Your intuition?" He glanced at Sylvia.

Unexpectedly, Sylvia seemed to have remembered something funny, so she snorted with a smile. "Some people said today that I have too much self-awareness." Then she thought for a moment, "Bells. Before the dragon appeared, I heard the vague sound of bells."

Xion wrote it down seriously, "I sometimes feel that your intuition is simply a superpower."

Sylvia was not happy about being praised, "Maybe... this is just fate."

She took out a letter covered with fire paint and said, "In return, help me bring a letter to the teacher. I know that your knights have a special communication channel."

It was just a trivial matter. Xion accepted it and put it in his pocket, but he still couldn't help but wonder, "Don't you have a special homing pigeon between you and High Priest Leo?"

The moon has risen, and the night is like a deep pool of water, in which the world is blurred. The pastor stood in the darkness. She raised her head slightly, and the moonlight lit up the upper half of her face. Her empty eyes seemed to be able to see into the darkness, "I am running away from home this time."

She raised the corners of her lips in a slightly curved, weird, evil smile, like a child trying to pull off a prank.

"As someone said, I am indeed a willful child."

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O'Brien had a nightmare.

The priest leaned over and put his hands around his neck. The female body pressed against him without any gaps. Soft, entangled, and strong, like a climbing snake, trying to strangle him.

He woke up in a cold sweat. Thinking of the scene in the dream, I got goosebumps all over my body.

"Hey. Good morning." Unexpectedly, Arnold had already arrived in the ward early in the morning, in a good mood and humming a little tune.

Before he could ask whether the dwarf's head was normal, Arnold had already raised an evil smile, and the corners of his mouth were getting wider and wider.

"Obrin." The dwarf stood on the dark elf's bed, looked down at him from above, and shouted loudly, "The three-day period has come, the poor god - return to his position!"

What?

O'Brien knocked on his head, which was not very clear after he fell unconscious, and then realized that he seemed to have a bet with Arnold——

Regarding how many days the priest can stay in the team.

And the bet is——

His dinner money for a week! ! !

Obulin suffered from brain hypoxia, myocardial infarction, cardiac arrest, right eye twitching, and everything was in bad shape.

Don't panic, don't panic, O'Brien. he said to himself. I haven't completely lost the bet yet.

As long as the priest doesn't leave the team after seven days, his food money will still be stable.

Then he couldn't help but hit the wall. Not to mention that the priest already knew his identity as a dark elf. He also gave her a hard slap last night.

No, don't panic! This is the only life he has!

O'Brien, use your invincible brain and thick skin to think of a solution!