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

She couldn't tell if she was dreaming.

Because dreams are the same, dark and chaotic. Her consciousness was on the edge of blur, and all consciousness moved abnormally slowly, as if her soul had abandoned her body.

boom--

It was a loud noise caused by the collision of objects. This was the sound in her dream, but she was still startled, and her body trembled like a reflex. But because it was a dream, she couldn't judge the distance of the sound. It might be close at hand, or it might be far away.

The air flow caused by this sound seemed to hit the bell tongue. "Jingle bell," is the tiny sound of a bell. She dully felt some liquid slipping from her eyes.

Someone is approaching in the distance. The old D-wooden floor creaked and whined due to stepping on it. In a hurry, from far to near, she could clearly predict that the man had already grasped the door handle, and soon...

"Dong dong dong".

It was the sound of the door being knocked. Be clear and specific. Those illusory and blurred sounds faded away at this moment.

She woke up.

Her brain felt sore from overuse. Sylvia covered her forehead when she stood up and supported the bed board with her other hand to prevent herself from falling due to dizziness. After sitting for a while, she fumbled to open the door.

"Come in." She realized that her voice was extremely hoarse, and she cleared her throat unconsciously.

O'Brien was full of energy and whistled, even though he was so excited about this lucrative deal that he had not slept at all. "Good morning, pastor."

Only then did Sylvia truly wake up. Yes, today they are going to the Perimeter Tower.

As O'Brien said, it is not difficult to enter the Circular Tower of Gabu City. Gabu City is located in the relatively central position of the entire continent. It brings together travelers and adventurers from all over the world, and continuously replenishes them with equipment, food, and information. Therefore, every year there are many scholars, hermits, and mages who live in seclusion in the corners of the corner. Go to Gabu City to add supplies and learn about the latest developments on the mainland.

"They won't check your identity, so as long as you don't look like a priest, that's fine." O'Brien rummaged through the priest's wardrobe, looking for clothes that could be used as disguises. Damn it, he didn't know who chose the clothes for the priest before. The skirt, how come it really looks like a bunch of white skirts wholesale, "It's best to pretend to be a mage. Anyway, your profession has a commonality, so it's unlikely that the secret will be revealed."

"A mage always has a bit of a temper. Add a personality, be taciturn, or arrogant and dignified. In short, he is the kind of character who does not need to speak." He finally found a black skirt, threw it to the priest, and turned his back. Go and let her put it on, "Then it's time to play my role. As the mage's dog leg, I will act as the master's mouthpiece and bargain with them."

There was a rustle of movement behind him, and through the fabric of his clothes, the pastor's voice was slightly blurry, "It's a companion."

O'Brien reacted for a moment before realizing that this was a response to his words.

Not a dog leg, but a companion.

He couldn't help but chuckle. These words really fit the character of the pastor.

After arranging his clothes, he asked the pastor to sit on the chair, observed and thought about it carefully, and decided to braid the pastor's hair. There is no way, the priest looks too good, that kind of divine brilliance cannot be covered by just changing clothes.

He carefully picked up a strand of hair on her temples, rubbed it, and then took off his gloves to complete this delicate task. He already had a rough pattern in his mind, so his movements were flexible and skillful.

He is very good at braiding hair. He has excessively long silver hair. Maybe he resents his skin color in his heart, but this does not affect his love to play with his long hair, which he is proud of. When he was in the second grade of secondary school, he used different methods to create all kinds of killer looks for himself every day.

But the feeling of braiding someone else's hair is different after all. The minister's hair was fine and smooth, as pliable as she was, and he had to work hard to get it between his fingertips so it wouldn't slip away. He tried to keep his technique gentle enough so as not to hurt the wealthy lady. The tips of his hair were ice cold, but when he got close to the roots, he could almost feel the warmth of the human body, which made him feel a little at a loss. I made this mistake several times.

He decided to say something to divert his attention, otherwise his panic would spread again.

"Where did Miss Mage come from?" He deliberately said in a deep voice, and his voice sounded oily. "I have never seen you before in Gabu City."

The priest chuckled, perhaps at his childish game. Her body also trembled slightly, and this subtle movement was transmitted to the palm of his hand through her hair.

She also lowered her voice, no longer as clear as before, sounding hoarse like a middle-aged woman, "I am... Lilith, the witch of the night. I come from... the distant... other side of the fog."

At this point, she couldn't help it anymore and said, "I'm sorry, I will take it more seriously."

O'Brien thought about it for a while, and found that this setting did fit his stereotype of those mages who don't speak human words. "Isn't this title a bit too Mary Sue?"

The priest thought for a while and defended himself, "I haven't had much contact with mages... The character design is based on the recent popular stories in the Imperial City. I think many girls like this type of setting. It should be okay. Question."

The elf nodded, temporarily passed this setting, and continued to play his role, "Then the gentleman next to you is"

This time the priest got into the act quickly.

"This is my companion, what's the problem?" Her tone was somewhere between arrogant and annoyed.

"No, no, no." The elf quickly pretended to be humble, "I just want to have a deeper understanding of your needs as a customer."

While talking he finished his work. The black hair on the left side is all braided into a herringbone shape, and the sideburns are slightly fluffy and hanging down. It does look cooler and sweeter than before.

O'Brien looked at it from a distance and felt that it was not enough. He thought about where he could add a bit of evil charm.

"So, Miss Witch, do you have any preferences? Do you want me to recommend some products to you?" He still dutifully played both roles. He saw a tiny mark on the priest's earlobe. He leaned over and took a closer look. Sure enough, it was a pierced ear. .

"The mage explores everything in the world. You are insulting the mage and the witch of the night!" The priest tried his best to act angry, and I have to say, the effect was pretty good.

"It vividly explains what it means to be an arrogant and unreasonable mage. In this way, the people in the Perimeter Tower will no longer use sales pitches." O'Brien thought for a while, moved closer, and returned to his original voice, " Do you mind if I add some decoration to your earlobes?"

The priest nodded slightly.

So O'Brien fiddled with his ears. Elves love to wear jingling earrings on their long, sensitive ears, and he is no exception, even if it's just a few ordinary hoop earrings.

He smoothed his hair, removed one from his ear, lowered his body, knelt on one knee, approached the pastor from the side, and prepared to fasten it on the lobe of her left ear.

Viewed from the side, the pastor's skin is very white, her neck is long and thin, and her jaw line is not as soft as expected, which makes her look a bit distant and mean when she is not smiling. But she was always smiling, smiling gently, smiling proudly, smiling contentedly, as if there was never anything unpleasant in the world.

He was patient enough to fasten her ear buttons, but even so, her earlobes were still red.

"Thank you," she said softly. But the sound still reached O'Brien clearly enough. They were too close.

So he took a few steps back in shock. But he reacted immediately, touched his nose unnaturally, and changed the subject as a cover-up.

"It looks pretty good."

The pastor naturally smiled after hearing this.

"Don't laugh, don't laugh." He patted her shoulder, "Be serious, be cool, and remember your personality."

He tied another black tie around her eyes. This is the belt of a certain dress. Black rose lace is intertwined and laid on it, and then it is gently covered with fresh snow.

Through this layer of fabric, he peered into her face. Those pure black eyes that he couldn't bear to look into were hidden under the black gauze, and they lost their soft eyebrows and friendly smile. Her color suddenly brought a sharpness like a razor and a smell like rust.

What a strange feeling.

Thrilling and chilling.

"Hello, Miss Night Witch." He said softly.

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Everywhere Isaiah traveled, he would buy local souvenirs for his collection.

As his companion and guide, the dwarf Zaza was quite critical of this.

"The premiums here are quite high, and they are specially designed to deceive you out-of-towners." He saw the young man picking up a hatpin from a roadside stall, and the boss was praising the hairpin.

The boss glared at the dwarf hatefully, and immediately boasted to the young man with a flattering smile, "Oh, young master, what does this young dwarf know? The butterflies decorated on it are all produced in the Trembling Forest, and they were paid for by me. It took a lot of effort to find the best products! Each one is absolutely unique!”

Without saying a word, Isaiah raised the silver-plated hatpin and looked at it seriously at the sun. The top decoration of the hatpin is a strange butterfly. Its left wing is obviously one size larger than the right, and the left side has large black spots, and the right side is pure white with light gray lines, but it is magical. The only thing is that they were born in the same body naturally.

He took out a bag of gold coins, and the boss nodded and accepted it.

"No way!" Dwarf Zaza's eyes almost popped out of his head, "Are you going to give it to the girl you love? You are so willing to spend so much money."

Isaiah was putting the hatpin into his pocket when he heard this and was silent for a rare moment.

"I was just thinking." He felt inexplicably embarrassed and flicked the raised folds on his robe, "She will like this. She always likes these novel things."

——"Young Isaiah's Journey to Godhood"