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

He turned his head.

She stood at his right hand. There are several strands of long black hair braided into small braids, with shiny colorful strips interspersed in the middle, and small bells hanging from the ends of the braids, giving it an exotic feel, along with the colorful lights that explode from the fireworks in the sky. , flickering on and off.

bang-bang-

His heart beat as the fireworks went on and off.

She didn't look up at the fireworks like the people around her, she lowered her head. So he stopped looking at the sky and followed her gaze.

That's the hand they hold.

In his sleep, O'Brien suddenly remembered his identity. So the quiet and calm environment was broken. The crackling of the fire, the cheers of the celebration, the explosion of fireworks, and the clear ringing of bells, all sounds suddenly flooded into the ears. This dreamy night had sound for the first time.

He stared blankly at their joined hands. The original interlacing of fingers and intimacy no longer existed. The woman transformed into a black snake. What he held in his palm were tiny snakes that were surging, and they spread all over his body like vines along his arms, eating away at his will bit by bit, wrapping him into a cocoon like a skin-hungry disease.

Fear was the toxin injected into his body, and he was finally forced to look at the sky in a difficult position. The thing that flickered on and off turned out to be not fireworks, but a huge meteor, with a fire that seemed to destroy the world, tearing through the pursuit of the night and falling in his direction.

The black snake wept sadly, and the sound was like a woman's cry. The sinful star brought flames that shot straight into the sky, burning up the cocoon made of the black snake and him in the cocoon.

In the white light, O'Brien opened his eyes.

Ah, it's dawn.

He forgot to close the curtains last night, and a ray of white light shone on his face, causing the burning pain to come too late. He slowly turned his head, trying to raise his hands to block the sun, but found that his arms were numb under his head.

Because of dreaming, my eyeballs were sore and swollen. My head hurts and my face hurts. The elf is not in a good temper early in the morning. He took out a jar of plaster from the drawer and applied it carefully in front of the mirror. This was what was left after being carried into the treatment room by the rich priest last time.

It suddenly occurred to him. I seemed to be dreaming about Sylvia.

This inevitably made him upset again. Opening the door, he frowned as he felt a foreign object pushing against the corner of the door below. It seemed to be a book with notes on it. The handwriting on it was crooked, everyday and concise, just enough for a beginner to understand.

[Gift. extra. Useless. Hand it over. you. ]

O'Brien frowned. This looks like the work of a pastor.

Was it discovered that I was hopelessly illiterate?

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So what Ivan saw was this human tragedy.

The priest was enjoying his breakfast of crepes and milk as elegantly as usual.

The dwarf Arnold was also sitting nearby, his calves swaying, with an obvious expression of eating melon.

The dark elf sat on the stool next to the priest in a restrained posture that he had never seen before, with veins popping out on his forehead, and read aloud stumblingly, "So that... greedy, um, greedy snake, couldn't help but be tempted? Temptation. Devoured the eggs from the branches."

"Sinful actions are, um, punished."

"Thunder and lightning fell from the sky and killed it."

"After a long, long time, the cold corpse made a noise."

"The snake's body was torn open. Well, there were wings that belonged to the bird."

"A new one...what is this?"

"This word can be translated as - rule. Era. Species." The pastor obviously knew the story well, "It's actually very suitable to put it here."

Her voice was very soft, like murmuring in sleep, intertwined with the elf's inexpert reading sound.

"Thus, the dragon was born."

"Come on, O'Brien." Ivan asked for a glass of milk and sat opposite the elf holding the cup. "The Epic of Annihilation is a history of giants and ancient dragons that the poet reconstructed based on the murals left on the stone walls of the Weeping Stone Forest. This is what I read when I was eight years old.”

Zhangyu Elf looked at death with a look on his face. Even the crepe handed over by the priest as a reward was not in the mood to enjoy.

He suddenly thought of a tidbit he had heard. A rich woman spends a lot of money to send her young lover to study at the Perimeter Tower, the kind who will break up if he fails the intermediate exam.

He suddenly felt pressure and his mind was buzzing. Isn’t it popular these days to be stupid and beautiful? !

But it is. His mood fell from the clouds. It doesn't matter how beautiful he is to the priest. Even if he is as beautiful as a flower, in the pastor's heart he is just an illiterate person who needs love and help.

O'Brien was heartbroken. It's not easy to hug a rich woman these days. After all, no one likes a lying dog waiting to die.

"So what is this? Alvin." The sharp-eyed Arnold poked a corner of the envelope in the leader's pocket. It was a very formal style, definitely not some fragrant pink porn book stuffed into him by a little girl.

The leader solemnly took out the envelope with both hands. The black envelope has no extra decoration, except for a pure white camellia instead of fire paint.

Not withered velvet flowers.

"This is an invitation to a dance. The recipient is all the members of the 'Glass Viper' demon hunting group."

"We were invited by the city lord," he said.

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As the carriage approached the border between the empire and the Snow Forest, it could already feel the temperature drop significantly. Obviously, autumn has not yet arrived and there is already the loneliness of winter.

On the surface, the relationship between the empire and the Snow Ji Forest is still on equal footing. After all, even the "Golden Python" Leonor Hilgard, the founding emperor of the empire, could not completely make the proud elves surrender with the help of the "bright" east wind.

The dwindling "forest" (elves) and the flourishing "light" (human beings) fight with all their strength. The result is nothing more than injuring the enemy a thousand and losing eight hundred. In order to avoid this unfortunate ending, both sides play on each other's bottom line. , and finally reached a wonderful ending with the help of "Morning" Claire - the elves can still maintain their independent sovereignty and rule over the Snow Ji Forest. But as a price, they must give up their inherent beliefs and incorporate the God of the Forest into the mythological system of the God of Light.

So in this borderland you can see complex beliefs. The central statue in the Civic Square belongs to the God of Light as the main god, surrounded by various secondary gods. Among them, the soft and elegant lady playing the ivory harp is the forest god Semmel.

But there are still many people who secretly worship the "Withered Elf Tree". Its followers claim that the Holy See of Light has made up lies, and that the secondary gods in their teachings are simply false gods, puppets fabricated by the Holy See in order to expand its influence among non-human races. They tried to use these puppets to tamper with history and replace the forest god who was once so noble in the forest era.

Of course, there are many more strange beliefs besides this. For example, the Snow Festival is currently being prepared in full swing in the town, which is to worship a winter god that Zeeland has never heard of.

The lively environment provided good hiding conditions. Zeelan had just received the documents sent by the Queen's emissary, but then he caught sight of several young people with Ouroboros feathered serpent badges on their chests from the corner of his eyes, and his eyelids twitched. The Circumference Tower's power is expanding faster than they imagined.

Back in the carriage, the porcelain princess Anellojie was actually awake. Life in the carriage was not as comfortable as in the palace, and her face was paler than before. Perhaps it was the sound of preparations for the Snow Festival outside that woke her up, so she opened a corner of the curtain and looked outside. Even under the weak sunlight, she still seemed like a ghost wandering around. An illusion that is incompatible with this world.

"Ignorance." It was obviously very soft, but her voice finally revealed a cold inorganic quality, "A fictional image that only exists in the mind, relying on some stories that can only coax children, some The luck of random probability can be called a 'god'. It seems like these people can't live without faith."

Zeelan smiled at her. Although the princess ignored it, he still tried his best to explain, "This is an important agricultural town, and its specialty is winter rice sown in winter. Food is their lifeblood, and the time of the snowstorm matters. Will the winter rice seeds sown successfully germinate in the coming year? That’s why the villagers pray to the empty gods.”

"Then they are destined to be disappointed." Anne Luojie changed into a comfortable position, and the ethereal singing of the festival came from outside. Her pair of light-colored eyes did not focus on a certain focus, but drifted around casually. "This year's snowstorm came especially early. It seems that next year's harvest is destined to be bad."

She curled her lips, but Zeelan couldn't see any joy. There was neither sympathy, regret nor contempt. She commented on this matter as if she were just commenting on the weather, rather than talking about where the town will go next year.

She is so ruthless that she almost declares, "Fear gives birth to faith, but in the face of ruthless 'rules', faith cannot give any comfort."

"Storms will never be late, decay will never be late, and death will never be late." She turned her face, and Zeelan met her gaze again. Cold and sharp gaze.

Zeelan shuddered. Somehow, he remembered a piece of knowledge he had read in a book.

Hunters have flatter faces so their eyes can better focus on their prey.

The fear of being targeted by someone superior frightened him.

There has always been a rumor among the maids of Rainbow Palace that Anne Roger was born improperly. According to many rumors, she is the illegitimate child of the Queen. There are even rumors that she is the child secretly given birth to by the Queen and the Pope in order to continue the bloodline. Therefore, she is born in the dark and lives in the Rainbow Palace all day long.

What a ridiculous rumor. At that time, Zeeland despised this group of gossiping servants. They could actually lead to such outrageous rumors from the birthday gift presented by the Holy See to the Queen - a pair of rare, bright white pearls that are rare in the world. In his eyes, Anellojie was just a middle-school girl who closed herself off and lived in her own fantasy world.

But now, he knew, he couldn't be more wrong.

Before he asked, she seemed to be able to read minds. She did not shy away from her identity. Her pearly eyes were as bright as the bright moon in the dark night, "Just as you thought."

Zeelan closed his eyes. This is a helpless compromise. Peeling away his vision, the girl in front of him took off her disguised human appearance, revealing her true appearance in his mind - a huge spider like a moon wheel crawling on a web called "Rules". It is the controller of "rules", whether it is weaving or cutting, it can be done as it pleases.

High and above. Out of reach.

ah. He smiled bitterly. It is different from those false gods created by humans.

This is the real... superior.