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

happiness. Sylvia chewed the word in her heart.

There are countless words for human beings to express joy. Happy, joyful, satisfied, happy. In contrast, those complicated muddy feelings, pain, jealousy, desire, and resentment.

In the long history, they have used their delicate nerves to classify emotions and give them different names.

But it was very helpless, as if she was left with only black and white vision, it was difficult for her to understand the difference between these emotions. Perhaps she can interpret the emotions of others with perfect derivation ability, but once the pointer of the problem points to herself, her own emotions can only be divided into the simplest two categories-happy and unhappy, and the rest is nothingness.

She escaped unconsciously. It was already afternoon, but she could still hear the sound of fried eggs being poured with butter and the heat of bacon coming from the restaurant in front of the hotel, as well as the members of the adventure team who had just woken up. With a thick nasal voice, he asked the proprietress behind the bar for a cheap beer.

No, that's not the point right now. She forced her senses back to the current situation. The bunch of lilies of the valley was forced into her hand by O'Brien with some force.

She unskilledly poked the flowers with her fingertips, and each one was very cool, like a bell with a metallic coolness, but softer than a bell. The flower stems were wrapped with ribbons and covered with heat, which came from the elf's body temperature. She caressed the ribbon unconsciously. It was a lace ribbon, with uneven patterns flowing under her fingertips. Very elegant pattern. She loved it.

She felt the elf's satisfaction, as if he had accomplished some great feat. She felt that she should say something, but she was afraid of something, just like handing over an answer sheet that was destined to be wrong to the teacher. But running away from problems is not her style.

"Thank you." It's a term of impeccable etiquette.

"If 'happiness' means happiness, then I am already happy with you." She obviously knew that "happiness" is different from "happiness". Happiness is more grand and long-lasting. It is a kind of relief after settling, but She couldn't tell. Even if you are in it, you can't understand what it is.

Sure enough, the elf gave her a strange look. She could feel his eyes sweeping over her face, leaving a fluffy touch.

"So." He cleared his throat artificially, "Have you forgiven me?"

But she didn't actually feel when he offended her. Since there was no grudge, there was no understanding. But she also felt that if she made this clear to the elf directly, he would think that she was using excuses to avoid it. She didn't like others to refute her, so she accepted his apology against her will, "I have completely forgiven him."

"Then." The elf was obviously excited, although he had been trying to hide it, "You will stay, right?"

If there were no major running-in problems, she had no intention of leaving. So she answered honestly, "Yes, I'll stay."

The elf was about to cry with joy. It was a kind of passionate emotion that she couldn't understand. She was a little confused as to why the elf ignored her from his previous love to now as if he had met his savior.

The tense nerves were finally relieved, and O'Brien couldn't help but fold his arms and lean against the door. If it weren't for the fact that the priest was still there, he would have been tempted to whistle in celebration.

It seems that the gift was really given. The priest held the bouquet, brought it to his face, and smelled it carefully. While O'Brien was internally complimenting himself on this wise choice, he looked at the almost milky white bell-shaped petals and translucent stamens of the lily of the valley.

Most of the priest's face was hidden behind the bouquet, and his face almost blended in with the petals. This kind of paleness is a weak whiteness that has not been exposed to outdoor sunlight. Although she has always pretended to be mature, Miss Pastor was really a young lady who never left home before.

The complex emotions were mixed with the hazy bitter smell of the lily of the valley. He watched the priest knead each bud one by one as if playing with a bell. Although she was calm enough, he could still feel her joy.

He hesitated for a moment, but finally decided to carry out his decision.

"Sylvia." He rarely called the pastor's name, because the next words were a bit difficult to say, "Can you do me a favor?"

"Last time I fell off my horse, my mechanical crossbow was broken. I really can't repair it." He pursed his lips, determined to temporarily put aside the sourness that kept pouring out of his heart, lowered his voice, and assumed a discussion attitude. , "Can you help bear part of the financial pressure? The things in Circular Tower are easy to use, but they are too expensive."

Although the poor man O'Brien is usually able to be rational and strong-willed, he was so embarrassed that he couldn't speak to the priest. This was really like deceiving a simple little girl.

The pastor raised his eyes. The red mole under her eyes was so bright and shocking against the white flowers. Compared to the elf's restlessness, she seemed particularly calm and composed. She put aside all the qualifying words and focused on the key points, "Circle Tower?"

? Is this the point? O'Brien was surprised that this was the first thing she thought of. But before he could say anything, the pastor thought for a moment and then answered.

"Okay." She agreed to this almost unreasonable request without hesitation, "But I also have a condition."

"I want to enter the Perimeter Tower."

This is no joke. Due to some well-known antagonistic relationships, clergy are tacitly prohibited from entering the Circular Tower, even if it is just the shops in the Circular Tower's name. But she also had other plans. Her magic materials need to be replenished, and recently she has some ideas that need to be put into practice, and the most complete magic materials store nearby, except for the closed store, is the Circular Tower.

This condition is difficult to handle but not that difficult. After all, the Circular Tower of Gabu City has been operating in this mixed city for hundreds of years. O'Brien is well aware of the unspoken rules, and the clerks will turn a blind eye to some things.

"Okay." The elf smiled the most relaxed smile he had recently. This was entirely because most of his economic crisis had been resolved. He couldn't help but glance at Lily of the Valley, who was held in Sylvia's arms.

I am deeply moved, thank you dad, the donor. Thank you, Pastor Fupo. May your god of light bless you. Sincerely.

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Whenever you come to a place and see those spire towers that are deliberately painted black, there is a good chance that they are the local circumferential towers.

The Circular Tower was originally a closed place of penance for mages to study spells. However, with the advent of the Era of Light, all magic except light declined rapidly. The Circular Tower also followed the trend of the times and changed its open permissions. In addition to mages, a large number of talented scholars were also invited to join. The research topic was no longer theoretical, but shifted from the origin of magic to the practical application of rules.

For many adventurers, the Circumferential Tower is the "Gold-Sale Cave" that cannot be bypassed.

When Arnold stepped into the tower, he saw a few guys dressed as mercenaries walking out of the door on the right, cursing, "What? An acceleration magic circle is carved into such an ordinary steel knife. It takes a lot of money." Just half a year’s salary for me!”

A person next to him was startled, looked around and hurriedly advised, "Brother, please lower your voice. We are still in the Circular Tower. We can always make money. What if we offend the people of the Circular Tower here and be included in their group?" I’m on the credit blacklist, maybe I can enter the gate here to buy equipment next time.”

After hearing this, the eldest brother became less arrogant. He groaned, reluctantly shut up and went out dejectedly. No way, although the prices are ridiculously expensive, the items produced by Perimeter Tower are indeed both practical and efficient.

Arnold glanced at it, turned left into a long corridor with familiarity, and went straight to the auxiliary tower of the building. Unlike the bustle of the trading hall in the main tower, the auxiliary tower is much quieter. It is used for intelligence trading, and the Circular Tower will purchase intelligence from adventurers marked as trustworthy on its credit list for a fee.

After showing the black wooden sign representing "Integrity" to the maid at the door of the auxiliary tower, Arnold followed the maid's guidance to the room at the end of the corridor.

The operator is waiting.

"Hey, dwarf." The operator didn't even look up, his quill quickly recorded on the parchment scroll, and he greeted perfunctorily, "If you are here to provide information about the 'dragon', it's a pity that you are late. The information these days is all about dragons, and I almost stripped off my underwear."

The dwarf ignored the operator's perfunctory attitude and folded his arms expressionlessly, "My information is absolutely unique."

The operator hummed twice, expressing his willingness to hear the details.

Arnold acted calmly enough, "I believe that our team was the team closest to Gu Long at that time. Maybe other people would describe Gu Long's huge figure, amazing thunderstorms, and wings that were bound for some reason, but I don't Same."

He stared at the opposite side closely, "Although it is an 'ancient dragon', no one has probably told you how 'ancient' it is."

Facing the operator's surprised gaze, the dwarf was finally able to lean back comfortably on the velvet chair, "The dragon's kiss reaches to its forehead. In addition to being covered with scales, there are also clusters of black and purple feathers, even on the head. It forms a crest made entirely of feathers similar to that of a hoopoe bird."

"And its scales." He continued, "Although it has the typical sharp shape of dragon scales, it is different from the thick armor of today's earth dragons. It is layered and covered with each other. It is light and agile, smooth and shiny."

The dwarf breathed a sigh of relief, and the figure of that great creation seemed to reappear in front of his eyes. The oppressive feeling it brought to him has not completely disappeared until now, "I lived in the Weeping Stone Forest during my childhood, and I lived next to those earth dragons. , and also have a little understanding of the history of the Dragon Clan.”

"Bird feathers and snake scales. These are the first batch of ancient dragons."

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Isaiah frowned. Although the sky-blocking branches and leaves of the Shivering Forest obscured the sky, the increasingly saturated water vapor around him allowed him to conclude that it was about to rain without much judgment.

He had no choice but to take shelter from the rain under a big taro tree. Sure enough, it started raining heavily after a while.

The sound of rain brought him sleepiness, and he put his hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist, almost falling asleep. But he opened his eyes suddenly, his heart tightened, and a smooth touch wrapped around his ankle unconsciously.

A small black snake was coiled around his ankle, seemingly sleepy.

Carefully picking it up, he carefully observed the little snake. This is a species I have never seen before. There is a black and purple mark between the eyes.

He fell in love with it and came up with the idea of ​​raising it.

——"Young Isaiah's Journey to Godhood"