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

Anthony watched the strange man and woman walk into the Perimeter Tower trading hall.

In the City of Adventurers, "weird" is not a derogatory term. It usually has too many meanings, is mysterious, dangerous, and elusive. As a staff member of the Circular Tower, Anthony thought he had seen many strange guests in the three years he had been working in Gabu City, but this pair really made him curious.

First there is the man. Although most of his body was covered by a cloak and mask, it could not escape his eyes. This man was indeed a dark elf. This is really rare.

Due to certain well-known drow traditions, male drows are particularly rare on the surface. But this one seems to be a mixed-race, pure-blooded dark elf with dark red eyes instead of green. But that still doesn't stop him from being an extremely beautiful dark elf. Even though most of his face is obscured, his frame is stretched, his back is broad and his chest is broad, giving him a wild and muscular beauty. But if you look closely at his equipment, you will see that they are all very old and are antiques from several generations ago.

He curled his lips, suppressed his contemptuous gaze, and then turned his eyes to the other person holding the dark elf's arms.

It was a slender woman. The cut of the black skirt is too conservative, without any decoration, it can even be said to be old-fashioned. But when it was on her body, it all became reasonable again. There is no old earthy smell, and there is a kind of slow elegance. The ribbon of the same color as the dress covered her eyes, but she showed no panic at all, her expression was calm, her chin was slightly raised, showing a kind of arrogance disguised as humility.

She put her hand on the dark elf's arm and walked slowly down the hall, as if she had been invited to the funeral of a famous person. The elf respectfully supported her and followed her step by step.

Anthony secretly glanced back and forth at the two people, assessing their identity and value.

This couple are new customers. He had never seen them at the Perimeter Tower in Gabu City. The woman was obviously the dominant one in the pair, like a mage. He looks like a dark mage or a necromancer in his clothing, and I don't know if it's just to make things mysterious. After all, in the Era of Light, as a group "abandoned" by the gods, the life of mages was not as easy as before, so they either gathered in the Circumference Tower or lived in seclusion in the mountains and old forests.

He raised his eyebrows almost invisible. This is the look of gossip.

Although slavery has been abolished with the advent of the Age of Light, the relationship between the two does not seem like a legitimate relationship at first glance.

The man seemed to notice him. He turned his head and discussed with the woman in a low voice before walking over. Anthony hurriedly lowered his eyes to hide the scrutiny in his eyes.

"Hello. We need these materials, can you provide them?" The dark elf handed over a piece of paper. It's not some expensive paper, it's probably just a casually torn piece of note paper. The materials above are not very expensive, they are all commonly used by mages, but they are also weird. If mercury, crystal, rosemary, scale powder, and black salt are considered normal general-purpose materials, then zeolite and fresh orc blood make people doubt the motivation of her experiment.

That woman... a dark mage? His eyelids twitched slightly.

Materials involving the human body always gave him a bad feeling. Dark mages will always spend half of their lives worrying and studying how to increase the life span of their significant other. This insurmountable problem tortures them all into madness.

After silently labeling the woman in the black dress in his mind, Anthony nodded and motioned for them to wait. Who said that the Circumferential Tower covers everything? Of course these materials are available. Of course, the price is not the price of cheap goods outside.

"Do you want anything else?" Anthony put on a business smile.

It was a big deal, and the man then bought a new "Nip" mechanical crossbow. Originally, the man only wanted a basic mechanical crossbow, but the woman picked up the basic mechanical crossbow, looked at it, discussed it with the man, and settled on the latest model. The man seemed to want to decline politely, but in the end he seemed to accept reluctantly.

Then the woman turned to look at him, handed him a registration card from the United Treasury, and motioned for him to deduct money from it.

Oh, the rich woman and her black dog. Anthony whistled inwardly. Who would believe the so-called "companionship" they claim?

But even though he thought so in his heart, he still smiled honestly on his face, and his performance this month was stable.

"Miss 'Night Witch', do you need anything else? Why don't you take a look at the wands we have here? There are many that combine modern technology, are smart and lightweight, and are good choices for home travel." There is no way, for the sake of performance, he is also a rich woman dog legs.

The woman remained silent, quietly admiring the exhibits displayed on shelves or placed in glass cabinets along the exhibition hall.

Anthony felt that her eyes were casual and scattered. In other words, the focus of her vision never really fell on these precious exhibits. It seemed that she did not pay attention to these novel or precious exhibits. She would pick up a few things on the shelf and play with them, but soon she would figure out why and put them back again.

The woman stood in front of a glass cabinet.

"This staff is called 'Artichoke'. It was made by the master of our circumference tower polar research and development department." Anthony explained, his mouth was dry, but he continued to brag without giving up, and he was bound to let this woman see it. She was impressed by the carefully optimized technology of the Lower Circumference Tower. He took out the staff from the display case and showed it to the woman at close range.

"The top no longer uses magic crystals in the traditional sense, but uses artichoke plant fossils as a replacement. Compared to the 'combing' effect of crystals on elements, fossils are more inclined to gather and explode elements."

Sylvia stroked the staff gently. "Artichoke" is not too long compared to traditional staffs, less than one meter, just the length of a walking stick. The stick body is made of wood, smooth and delicate, with no unnecessary decoration. The fossil at the top is made into the shape of a bird's egg, and bronze is used to make the appearance of a small snake opening its mouth to devour.

She groped around and discovered the mechanism. By pressing a raised scale on the little snake, the entire handle of the staff can be pulled up, and underneath it is a slender stabbing sword.

A sword in a staff.

This is interesting.

"Have times changed?" She felt the design with great interest. She put her index finger close to the sword surface and judged the material through the temperature and the sound produced by the collision. "Melee mage?"

In the end, Sylvia bought the staff, although in her opinion there were many loopholes in the design.

"The main problem is that it cannot achieve balance." On the way back to the hotel, Sylvia was finally able to speak freely. From O'Brien's perspective, the priest, who had seen many novel designs, was as excited as a sparrow. He even spoke much faster than usual, and his steps stepped firmly on the slightly loose bricks, making a crisp sound.

"The body of the staff usually imitates the sieve tubes of plants, transmitting the classification of elements to the spar part at the top. But because the center of this staff is completely hollowed out to accommodate the stabbing sword, most of this function of the staff is lost Now." She tapped the stick body, and there was an empty echo. "So the designer chose fossils that can absorb and condense the elements to maximize the use of the elements that can be transported. But this still cannot be avoided. The energy released by the staff can only be used in close combat, and long-range attacks consume too many elements."

"At least the idea is good. The master of the Polar Circle Tower is really capable." The priest kept stroking the magic circle, as if he had found a fresh toy.

O'Brien listened quietly, and the "Nip Bite" was installed on his left arm. The new mechanical crossbow is expensive for a reason. The material is lighter and the mechanism is more flexible. On this basis, it maintains the range and power.

Although he didn't want to admit it, he did feel a little sorry. His belated shame reminded him of how he had obtained this mechanical crossbow from a kind-hearted girl, almost like a trick. This feeling was uncomfortable. The two ends of the scale in his heart were no longer balanced. While one end was constantly adding weight, his heart on the other end was floating lightly above. He felt that he owed the priest something and was eager to pledge something to her. otherwise……

cheat. He vaguely saw the shadow of his biological father in himself, which was simply the most vicious curse for him.

"Thank you." But he didn't have much, so he could only help the blind priest as much as possible, although she didn't look like she wanted to help.

The pastor waved his hand, indicating that he didn't need to care, "Wealth is my least worth mentioning advantage."

"Besides." She was still lowering her head and analyzing the structure of the staff. She couldn't put it down, so she distracted herself from talking to him. "Isn't this a tool for you to make a living? Just think of it as my contribution to the team."

Both of them were immersed in their own thoughts. So when a dry hand wrapped in cloth touched Sylvia's shoulder, both of them were startled.

Before they knew it, they had entered an alley. There are many alleys in Gabu City, and even more dark alleys. There are bright alleys and dark alleys intertwined with each other. They are the roots of trees dormant under this huge city, and the invisible transactions flow like a stream of water under them.

The man was wearing a tattered old robe, and the thick dirty cloth covered most of his face, but it was not difficult to see the wrinkled skin underneath.

"Medicine..." His voice was hoarse, like an old woman's, and like a hissing ditch rat.

But when he saw the two of them, his originally lost focus eyes suddenly forced him to realize something, and his fingers let go of Sylvia's shoulders for a moment.

"you……?"

O'Brien first realized something was wrong, grabbed Sylvia's arm, and almost held her up as he ran forward.