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

Soon, the two of them knew what the "hidden disease" meant.

Near evening, Sylvia Burton arrived at the agreed-upon hotel on time. When she arrived, O'Brien and Arnold were arguing over whether to eat roast goose for dinner. Before the argument came to a conclusion, they turned around and saw a white figure standing at the door of the hotel, as if confirming the location.

A slightly thin girl, the white priest's robe is simple and plain, without the priest's typical gold rim, indicating her identity as an intern. In his hand, he held a staff that reached the ground. The top and bottom of the staff were inlaid with a bright white crystal stone. Her short black shoulder-length hair lay softly on her cheeks, making her entire face look peaceful and elegant.

Her eyes were slightly drooped, and there was a faint smile at the corner of her mouth. It can be said that the whole person looks like the statue of the Virgin placed at the door of the church.

"Rich woman." Arnold whispered into O'Brien's ear: "It's hard to find such a big white crystal now."

Captain Aiwen hurried out when he heard the movement outside.

"Dear Sylvia! Here!"

"Wow." Arnold couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. This expression was really funny on his child-like face, "Our leader finally couldn't help but rely on beauty to retain people."

No wonder the dwarves teased her so much, the popular lover in Gabu City was really wearing something fancy. Her blond hair was waxed, and she wore a gothic-style tights with a strap design that exposed a small piece of her chest, and she wore a short cape with a small stand-up collar. He wore a pair of leather boots over his tailor-made breeches, which made a "crunching" sound when he walked. Of course, this is the "sound of wealth" in the eyes of the nobles.

O'Brien...O'Brin didn't want to comment on anything. He entered the state of getting rich every day again.

Damn rich!

Miss Pastor heard the call and raised her eyes.

"This is a wink for a blind man." Arnold exclaimed. Realizing that he had made a mistake, he covered his mouth fiercely, praying that the two protagonists did not hear his nonsense in the background.

Indeed, the girl's eyes were extremely beautiful, like black chalcedony, swallowing up all light and containing all darkness, but they lacked the sparkle that a pair of eyes should have.

A blind priest.

O'Brien frowned. If Alvin insisted on keeping the priest, it would be a bit difficult. Their overly idealistic leader only wanted to recruit people, and never considered how much more energy they would need to spend taking a blind man into the abyss to take care of a priest.

But their enthusiastic leader had already rushed out to welcome them in, and announced that in order to celebrate their team's encounter with Miss Burton, he would treat the team to roast goose for dinner.

Great. The elves and dwarves looked at each other in tacit understanding, and as expected, they calculated their time and staged a farce at the door of the leader's room.

Sylvia walked in holding a staff. The white crystal stone at the bottom of the staff tapped gently on the ground.

Her vision was not pitch black as others thought. The birth disability destined her to never be able to see like normal people, but God did not put all the misfortunes on this poor child.

Her innate affinity with elements allows her to sense all elements around her. Although it is now the era of low demons, the elements of different shapes are still surging like dust in the air. With the tapping of the white crystal stone, in her spiritual world, she "sees" them in different forms. The speed flows throughout the world.

Just like the Mr. Alvin next to her, a lively young gentleman with a clear and bright voice, she felt a burning passion in him. He was surrounded by radiating light points representing the fire element, and dots of fire elements flickered in and out of his body. A swordsman.

A little further inside, there is another member. A short man. Child? dwarf? The elements around him were like small particles of dust. Metal element and earth element. Then they should be dwarves. A weapons nurse or a guide.

But...she tilted her head, and the short hair swept her neck, which was a little itchy and she was not used to it. There should be another person next to him, but strangely, there are no elements around him, and there are no elements in his body, forming an elemental vacuum zone.

The young leader has already begun to introduce the "Glass Viper" adventure group he is proud of.

"No, no, no, we will soon be a demon hunting team." He had absolute confidence in the team. "Our team was established five years ago. At that time, I was still a young man dreaming of a knight. Now, like you, As you can see, he is already a mature and qualified swordsman. The other two members of the team, the dwarf guide and the elf archer, are stable and reliable, and they are indispensable to our ability to successfully complete many dangerous exploration missions."

Arnold and O'Brien looked at each other, evaluated each other inwardly, and then acquiesced that the "stable and reliable" evaluation was for themselves.

Ah, is that one an elf? Sylvia was a little surprised in her heart, but her face remained calm. An elf with no elemental affinity?

The store has already served dinner, including the roast goose that has been in my heart for a long time. The leader was still boasting, and the dwarves and elves couldn't wait to eat.

"Look, swordsmen, shooters, guides, what a perfect team lineup." The leader wiped away bitter tears, "We have enough missions and mission levels, but we are missing a light priest. If we don't become a demon hunting team, we can't Entering the inside of the abyss crack, so Miss Sylvia, please, you must, must consider us carefully."

Speaking of the emotional part, the group leader couldn't help but hold Sylvia's hand.

O'Brien's eyelids twitched. Leader, those who know know that you love the pastor, but those who don’t know see you as a hooligan. Didn’t you see that the pastor’s whole body tensed up because of your fright?

Arnold next to him was still immersed in eating, but that was unreliable. At the critical moment, he still had to rely on Obulin. Who told him to be so steady and reliable?

O'Brien cleared his throat, made a little noise, and then mouthed to the leader when he looked over:

Pay attention to the image!

then……

"What are you doing with your smile, O'Brien!" the group leader said angrily.

It’s over. O'Brien looked up to the sky. Fortunately, the group leader put down his hand in time, otherwise he could not guarantee whether the pastor lady would become angry and leave immediately.

"Pfft." The pastor lady, who had been silent until now, immediately lowered her head and covered her mouth, "I'm sorry." But after a while, she couldn't help laughing again.

"I'm really sorry." Miss Pastor smiled brightly and brightly, and her whole person became brighter. The image in O'Brien's mind instantly changed from a dull Madonna statue to a fresh lily of the valley blooming on the roadside after the rain, " He just reminded you, 'Watch your image.'"

"Ah, ah." The leader blushed suddenly.

"My words don't matter." Sylvia lowered her eyelashes slightly and tucked a tuft of black hair behind her ear. Only then did O'Brien realize that there was a small red mole under her eyes. He didn't know why he had to observe her so carefully, but this lady did have a magical affinity that made her sit here like their friend and best friend, even though they had only known each other for a short while.

O'Brien couldn't help but feel a little irritated. He scratched his fork on the plate a few times, lowered his head and continued to cook.

"Actually, I'm deeply honored to accept your invitation." Sylvia was handling a piece of lamb chops. She declined Alvin's help, picked up a knife and fork, slowly cut the meat on the plate, and dipped it in Comes with matching black pepper sauce.

"Many teams have interviewed me and then nothing happened. I know the reasons, but I won't complain. I can understand their concerns. A blind person, no matter how talented or skilled he is, Being proficient in a completely unfamiliar environment naturally has a natural disadvantage, not to mention the dangerous abyss and crevices. If you are not careful, your teammates will die together."

She took a sip of lemonade, her movements were light and easy, and she could not tell that she was blind from her movements. "So thank you very much for giving me this opportunity, but my flaws are indeed fatal, so let's give each other a week to adapt to test whether I can adapt well to this team."

Generally speaking, the dinner was enjoyed by both host and guest. Ivan got the pastor he longed for, Sylvia got the internship opportunity she had been waiting for, and the remaining two worked hard, finishing the roast goose.

"Hiccup." Arnold was full of wine and food, and he and O'Brien got up and went upstairs together. The attentive group leader has already taken the initiative to ask Ying to help the pastor lady carry her luggage.

Halfway through, Arnold suddenly thought of something and exclaimed: "Did our leader play tricks and not tell others that we have a dark elf!"

O'Brien raised his head and thought for a moment, and it seemed that this was indeed the case. But he didn't think Alvin had such scheming intentions, he probably really forgot.

"Then let's have another bet." Maybe because all his energy was spent on eating, O'Brien was a little bored and couldn't muster any energy, so he also made a bad decision that he regretted. " Let’s guess how many days the pastor can last this time.”

"No way." Arnold made an exaggerated expression, "I think this time it will be quite exciting."

"That lady, despite her disability, she is very smart." O'Brien rolled his eyes, and he recalled her smile after seeing through his lip language at the dinner table, "She and we are like standing on a scale. On both ends of the spectrum, one side has secrets and the other side has flaws. As long as the balance of one side is broken, this team will not be successful."

He didn't want to talk anymore, this woman was getting on his nerves.

"Three days," he bets. "Dinner this week."

Arnold was shocked by his courage and said, "Are you so confident? If you lose, you're going to drink the northwest wind." But after thinking about it, O'Brien's analysis does make sense, "Then I'll bet for seven days." , Didn’t she just say that the inspection period will be seven days?"