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

Take to the lush trails

Walking barefoot through meadows and daisy-filled meadows

Lu Linanna Lu Linli

Bringing you the miracle of new life

The prophet wearing a white flower brings news from afar

Viper's long staff with colorful feathers fluttering

all our past lives

all our afterlife

Replacement of prosperity and decline

Amber also becomes grains of sand

Sleeping at the bottom of the river of origin

Lu Linanna Lu Linli

Pick up the cedar arrow bundle

Let's run, it will be good weather today too

Sylvia wasn't sure she was awake yet. All her senses seemed to be dulled for a few beats. She tried her best to control her fingers and rub them on the pillow, feeling the texture of the cotton and linen fabrics.

Suddenly she heard a song. Although she was just humming, she surprisingly knew all the lyrics. She liked the ballad, so she listened quietly for a while.

The singing seemed to come from far away, yet very close at the same time.

Sylvia's consciousness is still a little blurry, but she is about to wake up. She can feel her thoughts, her memories, and her senses slowly pouring into this body.

So she suddenly realized that she had actually heard this song.

There is no grandeur of humans, no melodiousness of elves. This is a ballad belonging to the dwarves. The language is straightforward and simple. It is not about a heroic epic or a legendary love. It is just a dwarf girl running on the fertile soil on a sunny day.

The last time she heard this song was in the Imperial City of the Holy Empire.

The lost dwarves were forced to leave the fertile soil. Although most of them lived in the Weeping Stone Forest, there were still many dwarves wandering around the continent, looking for hope of returning home.

It was this group of dwarves she met in the imperial city. That day, she rarely left the academy and walked on the street. She heard the dwarves singing.

This is not an uncommon thing. Dwarves like to get together to drink, but their wine is really not complimentary. When they are drunk, they yell and hug each other. Suddenly, perhaps drunkenly, they began to sing this song.

“Take the lush trails”

"Walking barefoot through meadows and daisy-filled meadows"

"Lulin Anna Lu Linli"

…………

To be honest, the singing was not good. It was a group of drunken dwarf men, and their voices were hoarse and broken when they were emotional. But Sylvia stopped because of this and was inexplicably moved by this song.

The distant lands have become the fertile ground of the past. For the first time, the descriptions in the textbook were vividly displayed in front of her through songs.

To put it bluntly, no matter how "humility" others judge her, she always feels that she is an arrogant person. Arrogance, arrogance, arrogance. The knowledge in books can be understood at a glance, and various magic formations can be learned at a glance. Young people are like this. They are arrogant because of their talents. Once they have mastered knowledge, they will think that the world is under their control.

But it’s the ballad that brings “Fertile Ground” to life. It is no longer just a corner of the map, a simple landmark existing in history. It was a hometown that a group of people could never go back to. The songs of the dwarves were born there, and the culture of the dwarves was passed down there. But now, just like branches leaving the trunk and babies leaving their mothers, they have all become rootless duckweeds.

It was at that moment that she became curious about the "faraway place".

She became curious about the "unknown" beyond knowledge.

Sylvia closed her eyes tightly. This is the good thing about a blind person. It is impossible to tell whether she has woken up from her expression, so she can enjoy this country song calmly.

"Lulin Anna Lu Linli..."

"Arnold." The priest's voice on the bed interrupted the dwarf's humming. In the quiet environment, Sylvia heard his thick nasal voice, "I'm sorry."

"?" The dwarf who was dragged by the red-haired girl to visit the priest held his face in his hands and was stunned for a moment, not knowing why she was apologizing.

Her lack of experience makes it difficult for her to resonate with complex emotions, and her analysis of delicate emotions is always delayed. The pastor pulled the quilt up slightly, covering the tip of his nose, and said in a thin and weak voice, "I shouldn't deny your longing for the fertile soil."

The dwarf thought for a long time before he remembered what the priest was referring to. He was silent for a while involuntarily, his expression looked quite mature on his young face, and suddenly he said, "You know I can't stand you, right?"

"Why?" He said to himself, not as if he was speaking to the priest, but as if speaking to himself, "You are very good, really. You don't have the bad habits of most believers of light. The adventure group has traveled far and wide and seen too much. A preacher who thinks too highly of himself."

"But we non-Light believers are just ordinary, not despicable. If they look at us with our nostrils, we won't stick to them with sincere smiles."

"That's why there is a saying of 'bright isolation'."

"But you are different, Sylvia." The dwarf boy's voice was very soft, as if he was describing a dream, "Your mistake is... you are too perfect."

The dwarf looked at the girl lying on the bed. She listened quietly, neither sad nor happy. Her black hair covered half of her cheek, like a statue placed in a shrine. Out of this subtle emotion, he softened his tone, "With endless wisdom, free creativity, equal vision, and self-willed dedication, all the choices you make are too much to look at from the perspective of a bystander." 'Correct'. Just like a saint."

"But I know you're not."

The dwarf swallowed, feeling like his throat was being blocked. This was a heavy guess, but he believed in his own judgment, but even so, it took him enough courage to say these words.

"You rescue seriously injured orcs, treat dark elves as equals, and express guilt for what happened to dwarves, not out of sympathy, enthusiasm, or kindness. But based on rational judgment. You 'should' do this."

"You want to be a 'saint,' a 'good person.'"

"But you can't fall in love with this world." At this point, he paused and collected himself before continuing.

"You prefer 'rational' to 'emotional', and choose 'law' over 'casual'. You use rules and regulations to dismantle and analyze everything in the world, and then place it in the template of a 'sage' , choose how to react.”

"You are not a saint, you are just an actor playing the role of a saint."

"You are hypocritical."

The girl lying on her side on the bed raised her body slightly and adjusted the angle of the pillow so that she could lean on it more comfortably. She wasn't feeling lost or sad, but was unusually calm.

"So this is what you think." She could even chew on the slightly spicy words just now, nodded and commented, "I seem to understand that you think I am not 'sincere' enough."

She spread her hands and said, "Let me say something that may make you unhappy. Although I disagree with some of your perceptions, I am actually quite happy that you can deny me."

"Arnold." The pastor stretched out his hand forward. There was nothing in front of her. Of course, she couldn't touch anything real. "A person's understanding of the world comes from feedback."

"The moment we open our eyes, we cry for the light we have never seen, learn to speak for the first time, are praised for our intelligence, touch the flame for the first time with our fingers, and are blamed for being hurt. In communicating with the outside world In the communication and feedback, we observed the love and hate of others, and also developed our own emotions."

"But I'm different, Arnold." The pastor was still so calm, as if he was describing an absolute truth instead of cruelly analyzing himself, "My perception... will be a little slower than normal people."

“So I’m still learning a lot more about the emotions than the rules.”

She lowered her head and smiled shyly, "I'm ashamed to have given you such an impression."

But she remained firm, "But I don't think my behavior is inappropriate. Even if I don't have any good intentions, I am just crudely playing the role of a 'saint', but everything I do, as long as it helps others, as long as it is helpful to others, The world helps and I don't mind if I'm a 'saint' or a 'fake'."

The dwarf stood up and approached the bed. He stared unblinkingly at the priest's flawless smile, trying to catch the moment a crack appeared in the false mask. But he failed.

The rebellious dwarf stopped talking. He couldn't find any words to defend himself. "I've put my attitude here." He could only say this, with sharp eyes. "I admit that I have some prejudice against you, but that's it. You can stay as long as you want. Anyway, you are the one who makes me unhappy. You’re not the only one.”

"Thank you for your feedback." Sylvia was not angry and maintained her demeanor uprightly, "I will carefully consider whether to stay or not."

When he left, he finally remembered the mission of this trip, "Oh, by the way, Ivan asked me to tell you that O'Brien has almost recovered, and we can go back by the teleportation array tomorrow. "

When the pastor nodded, he stopped lingering and turned around to walk out.

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O'Brien felt his heart bleed.

Yes, there are only two days left before his death line, and his thigh-hugging plan has made no progress.

no. Alarm bells started ringing inside him. It can't be displayed badly. It can't be displayed badly. I will regret it for the rest of my life if I waste these days.

After multiple tests by doctors at the treatment center, which ensured that there was absolutely no abyssal parasite in his body, O'Brien was finally discharged from the hospital thankfully.

"Captain." O'Brien, who had just left his status as a patient, sat on the hospital bed, put on his old clothes with a big hole in his left arm, and pulled on his cloak in distress to cover it up, "I sincerely want to ask you a question. .”

He looked around, carefully leaned into the leader's ear, and whispered even more quietly, "How do you want to please a girl?"

This question touches on Alvin’s blind spot. It is undeniable that Alvin Walden is handsome, charming, suave and beautiful, and can be called "a flower in Gabe City". However, this "public lover" has always been only for others to please and compliment him, and he himself has no experience in this area.

But I have never eaten pork and I have seen pigs running away, let alone a noble young master who is used to the world.

Alvin scratched his head, "First, you need a gift..."