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

Mr. Dusky Star didn't take any tasks at the mission office. He wandered the streets of Gabu City all day long.

He is incompatible with Gabu City - the adventurers are either on the way to complete a task or preparing for the next task, always in a hurry like moving squirrels. In comparison, Mr. Dusky Star's leisurely pace does not look like a young and energetic young man, but like an old man who has gone through many vicissitudes of life.

He chose a small restaurant on the spot to have breakfast. Cheese toast with luncheon meat.

"Hey." The guest at the table next to him saw something inadvertently, his eyes widened, and he spoke as a reminder.

Only then did Dusky Star realize that he might have been attracted by the scent of butter. Helios, who had been placed in his pocket, poked his head out of the gray cloak. The little black dragon really doesn't look as majestic as it once did. Instead, it really looks like a dull snake. It has short limbs, even the wings on its back are not full, and the scars pulled by the regular threads here have not yet fully healed.

Dusky Star cut off a small piece of bacon, and Helios smiled with satisfaction. He also burped loudly and accidentally choked out a mouthful of fire.

"Wow." The guests at the next table were obviously still paying attention. "Is this a new species of salamander?"

Dusky Star smiled. The gentle and polite young man did not answer the question. Instead, the guest kept talking to himself, "This kind of breed is rare. Is it a breed that is hybridized with Warcraft? I think it would be a good idea to raise one as a portable fire source. The smoking tools are also pretty good.”

The little dragon grinned, angry that this stupid human underestimated the dragon flames of a dragon (although it didn't look like it at all now).

Dusky Star raised an index finger at the man, waved it back and forth a few times to express denial, and then rubbed the black and purple feathers on Xiaolong's forehead soothingly, causing Xiaolong to hum and spit out traces of gray from his nostrils. cigarette.

A fire that looks ugly.

This can be a purifying flame or a world-destroying flame.

After the meal, Dusky Star carefully wiped Helios' mouth with a handkerchief. The restaurant was facing a hotel. He looked over and saw a few adventurers going out to start the day's activities.

The leader was a girl in simple clothes, with neatly trimmed shoulder-length black hair, a quiet face, and holding an incongruous cane in her left hand. Although her black eyes could be seen, her gaze was not focused on any point. This is a blind girl.

The morning sunlight is not so bright, but it already brings a warm feeling. Although Gabu City in the middle of the continent is not as blazing as the Weeping Stone Forest in the south and the noisy desert further south, it is still very hot in this season. Therefore, people in the streets and alleys of Gabu City like to imitate the sand people in the south and put up curtains between buildings to block a little sunlight.

This was different from his time. The era he lived in was called "Candlelight Twilight". The changes in the rules obviously affected the seasons and weather. The days were shorter, the daylight was more like a decoration representing the day, and the style of Gabu City was also more biased. Hard and hardy in the north.

But at this moment, the beams of light falling from the holes in the awning fell on the girl's face, like yellowish pollen on the petals of white flowers. Her black hair fluttered with the airflow, and she turned back and laughed at the person behind her.

This wasn't the same as he'd seen her before. Too light, too unrestrained, like a feather blown by the wind and floating in the air.

He would always be attracted to her. Whenever, wherever. He often couldn't tell whether this was a bond between similar people or a connection between two ends of the blood relationship.

Behind her, accompanying her was a dark elf. The duffel cloak covered him tightly, but you could still tell that his shoulders were broad and his body was thin, but his head was hung down in a daze. He was indeed a weirdo.

Oh my gosh. Dusky Star thought. This couldn't be worse.

...it couldn't be worse.

The musician hired by the restaurant came to work on time. After trying a few notes, he began to sing melodiously: "It is said that there is a young man, about fifteen or sixteen years old, who embarks on an adventure journey."

"At the beginning of the story, he only wanted to be a hero for one person..."

"Ah, dear mother, my goddess who sits high on the throne, what is it that makes you frown, what makes you be shelved?"

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Help. O'Brien thought.

Right in front of him, the red-haired priest, named Flora? He took Sylvia's arm and shook it like a happy deer.

To his right, the red-haired priest's companion, a werewolf orc, stared at him with evil eyes.

He looked over, and the werewolf averted his eyes guiltily.

Don't think that if you move your eyes, he won't notice! Dark elves have a very strong sixth sense!

O'Brien had already begun to think about whether he had ever offended such an orc when he wandered around Gabu City decades ago.

Tsk, damn it, don't let him go back to the old calendar, it's too shameful.

The only friendly priest who could rescue him from such an embarrassing situation was held tightly by the enemy's red-haired leader's arm. O'Brien, alone!

If time could go back to a day ago, O'Brien believed that no matter how bright his mind was, he would never have imagined such an embarrassing scene.

The leader of the group, Ivan, attaches great importance to this invitation to the dance. He had always been stingy and even spent money from his own pocket to buy clothes for the elves and dwarves for the dance.

"Because I heard that this dance is actually an audition." Flora's cheerful voice came from the front. The two girls chatting did not notice the turmoil behind them at all. "There are rumors that there are discussions within the Holy See to organize the next one." 'Abyss Expedition', the city owner happens to have three directly recommended places."

No wonder Alvin paid close attention to his appearance this time. Even the dwarves had to go to a specialized children's clothing store to buy a small dress. He was left alone and unloved, and could only follow the priest to pick out equipment.

Yes. For this outing, the girls made an appointment to pick out dresses. He and the werewolf were just passing by.

"Why don't you wear a priest's robe recently?" Flora leaned half of her body on Sylvia, cuddling up to her good sister, "But senior sister looks good in anything she wears!"

The pastor thought carefully and said, "The important thing is not the dress, but the heart full of kindness."

Flora praised sincerely, "That makes sense! As a priest, the important thing is not only to improve one's own abilities, but also to not forget the kindness of helping others."

O'Brien believed that if he practiced for ten more years, he would never be able to blow such a clear and refined rainbow fart (no).

But the fault is his. His compliments sounded like sarcastic sarcasm.

"About a dozen demon hunting groups have received invitations." Flora played with the white camellia flowers pinned to her chest. "It's really strange. Although it's not a good thing to say, but... to invite a group of rough guys to the dance? Listen! It looks really weird."

The priest pondered for a moment, "The dance is just a preliminary screening. But what are the screening criteria? This must be related to the city lord's next mission."

"The next mission is in the north? Both the elves and the Circular Tower in the north pay more attention to the so-called etiquette." Sylvia finally shook her head, "There is too little information to deduce."