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

O'Brien waited for a long time, chewed the free bread hundreds of times, and finally waited for the priest. The nun next to the priest noticed his magical guest and stared at him for a few seconds, but said nothing. He said nothing, neither scolded nor looked coldly on, and just allowed the pastor to leave with him.

Could it be that before I knew it, the world's tolerance for dark elves had increased so much? O'Brien was speechless and swallowed the bread in one gulp with water.

"Are you familiar with this nun?" O'Brien took a bite of the apple he brought to her. It was crunchy, fresh and sweet, not bad.

It is not difficult to see that Mother Teresa's attitude towards the priest is kind and caring like a mother. The relationship between them is definitely more than just colleagues.

Sylvia was attracted by the sound of the elf chewing an apple beside her. He gnawed happily and satisfactorily, like a short-haired rabbit she had raised when she was a child. But she kept her composure and listened distractedly as she answered. She liked the brisk sound.

"She is a student of Priest Leo and my senior sister. She has taken care of me since I was a child. Later, she won a spot and was sent to Gabu City, and we have never seen each other again."

She said with a soft expression, "She is a kind and intelligent person."

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"It's really strange. Your relationship with that pastor lady." In the Spirit Pigeon Church, the extremely tightly wrapped man, the famous thief "Evil Mosquito Ding" in Gabu City, pulled off his colorful patterned turban and said Chatting with Mother Teresa, "Aren't you worried about her, a fellow dark elf?"

The evil mosquito Xiao Ding never tired of teasing, "I do recognize that dark elf. The notorious 'Coughing Crow', when I was a boy, he was already famous for his skills in the underworld, but he later washed his hands." The underworld boss at that time wanted to send someone to kill him, but that night he paid a huge sum of money as compensation and ran away after forcing neither party to owe him anything. After that, people who were stronger than him couldn't find him. You can't beat him if you get to him. The elf's longevity is good, and no one has troubled him after more than ten years."

The nun stood in front of the altar holding a candle and lit the candles one by one. "She is not as fragile as you think."

Yo yo, listen to this! Evil Mosquito Xiao Ding suddenly became interested, "I am a thief, and I am most sensitive to this kind of atmosphere between people. You walked with her just now, you are obviously very thoughtful."

"You're in awe of her." He chewed the bread. Looking forward to the nun's reaction with interest.

The nun looked at the flickering candlelight, her attention seemed to be attracted by the flickering candlelight, and she did not respond for a long time.

Sylvia Burton is fearless and unrestrained, as if she can do anything she wants.

Even though she was blind, she never stopped exploring the rules of the world.

At an age when others could pick up a pen and read, she was already obsessed with analyzing ancient scrolls, just because she could "see" the elements on them driving the flow of the magic circle in the name of rules. In her mind, this incredible talent was just a means to explore the world.

Rules are like the sun rising in the east and setting in the west, like all things having a beginning and an end. The contingency and necessity of all existence are beads connected in a chain of rules. She immersed herself in deciphering the rules. A world she built in a way she could understand.

In her world, there is no prejudice, no discrimination, no hidden rules of one kind or another, only the simplest equality that returns to the origin.

How long can such rules like a castle in the air exist in this world with constant hurricanes?

But she trusted her, as she also trusted her. There is no reason, they are born to stand together. Being trusted by Sylvia is a very happy thing. It seems that she can become strong and invincible. Even if she is just an ordinary woman who has no control over the elements, as long as she is smart enough, she can eventually defeat countless people. Competitor to win a spot to be sent to the only church in Gabu City.

"It's terrible. But charming. No matter what, I yearn for her." The nun closed her eyes and stood in front of the statue, as if listening to the teachings and confessing.

This is an emotion destined to go unanswered.

Sylvia will not fall in love with someone or belong to someone.

When her love is equally distributed to millions of people, can this feeling still be called "love"?

Love is twisted exclusivity, and she is destined to be high and spotless.

The nun opened her eyes, blew out the candles in front of the statue, and then got down to business. "What are you doing here today?"

The evil mosquito scratched his head and said, "Oh, that witch has gone crazy recently. The streets are full of patrolling guards, and it's difficult to do our business. The boss asked me to ask you."

He pinched his throat and imitated the rough voice of a gangster, "What's going on, 'Bag Tongue'."

Que Tan is the biggest intelligence dealer in Gabu City. No one knows how many informants she has, and few people know that her true identity is Mother Teresa of the Dove Church.

It's hard to imagine, isn't it? The holy clergy and the treacherous intelligence dealer are two faces of the same person.

Teresa is kind and smart. To maintain this church in Gabu City and support so many children, faith alone is far from enough.

The nun calmly picked up a black envelope from under the shrine. The green paint on it is printed with a bird holding a poisonous snake, warning that "trouble comes from the mouth."

"Thank you." After receiving the envelope, the mosquito bite couldn't wait to tear it open. "The reward has been settled as this month's church donation. Please check it."

The envelope was opened, and there were only a few words on the simple white paper.

Smart drugs.

The sun was setting, and the church was slightly dim. The statue of light casts a dark shadow, and its face is hidden under the white gauze. I wonder if it is watching this blasphemous transaction.

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The western sky is dyed red, heralding the approach of dusk. The blue sky traces were eroded little by little, and finally, at an unknown moment, they were blurred into one piece.

O'Brien watched as their shadows lengthened, then gradually melted into the approaching darkness, becoming a blur. Vendors selling small commodities on both sides of the road were in a hurry to close their stalls, and they struggled to shuttle among them. He pulled the priest's sleeves and pulled her to prevent her from being hit by the busy flow of people.

The pastor seemed surprised by the strange noises, whether it was the creaking and shaking of the wooden cart or the clanging of bells, she kept looking back. A homeless man appeared from nowhere and played the harmonica, and she shook her head to the rhythm.

The elf thought that this might be like a normal person marveling at the magical construction of a kaleidoscope. What she lacked in senses was destined to be made up for in another way.

The pastor is a man of great faith, which is different from him.

She stubbornly believes that the world is worthy of love. The origin of this idea that is too holy may be her wealth and blindness. The delicate lady was well protected in the greenhouse. She didn't have to worry about meals or see the true face of this ugly world. She could win praise from adults for the formations she drew casually, and she arrogantly believed that she was the savior of this fucked up world.

After all, in his opinion, this world that makes it difficult for him to survive is already hopeless. The poor are like ants. They go out early and come back late. The wealth they finally get is like the rainwater stored in the earthen jar in the desert, which will evaporate without paying attention.

He unconsciously let go of her cuffs. He admitted that he was jealous of her. At this time, he, the evil dark elf, had the most evil idea in his life.

He thought, if she was hurt by this world, would she also see the truth of this world and would she despair?

But the truth is, the pastor didn't notice his ugly thoughts at all, and she was stumbling over a crying child. The dirty child kept crying, and his cries were drowned in the noisy crowd. His parents were nowhere to be seen either. I don’t know if they were lost or abandoned. She was distressed, squatting to comfort the child, and finally made up her mind.

She stood up and looked around. He knew she was looking for him. She couldn't quite see him, so it took a lot of effort to look for him. He knows this. But he still stood there silently.

"Oblin." She finally couldn't help but call out. The colorful crowd around her was covered by the approaching dark night and surrounded her plain dress. She looked like a lost lamb.

But she's not that weak. thought the elf.

The pastor was not confused or panicked. The tip of the artichoke staff poked the ground a few times as she thought. After a moment, she struggled to pick up the crying child with one thin arm. To do this, she also consumed a disposable scroll worth gold coins that was almost equal to the child's weight.

O'Brien crossed his arms. He suddenly understood why she called having money her least advantage.

"Obryn." She called him again, with a firm look on her face, as decisive as pronouncing a sentence even when facing the air in front of her. "We may need to help him. Maybe... send him to the church to take care of him."

Pedestrians around looked at this strange and bad guy with unpredictable eyes, and then left in a hurry.

He believed she had not found out where he was. But she had the trust that she didn't know where. As long as she called, he would come to her.

What a self-centered young lady. The elf shook his head with a wry smile and ran towards her involuntarily.

She is not a sheep, she is a dancing candlelight in the dark night. It may not be that bright, but it is warm enough for people who live in the cold night.

The soft warmth almost intoxicated him, making him temporarily forget the pain of the burn.

"Let's go, let's go." He surrendered to her without any surprise, ending this one-sided twist. I don’t know why I surrendered, whether it was her gold coins or his unnamed emotions.

A heavy thought was pressed deep into his heart. He felt like he had been burned in the bottom of his heart, which was rotting and healing at the same time, and itched unbearably.

He thought to himself that if the stupid God of Light she believed in really existed, then He would also bless this loyal believer and let her live in an imaginary paradise forever, right?

The last ray of dusk swept away from her face.

call. An unlit lamp.

Dark night is coming.