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

The sound of silky sliding is endless. Sylvia felt a little nauseous. The physical pain decomposed her spirit and will, cutting her brain in half, and her rationality was disconnected. It was rare for half of her broken brain to spread out and think about something nihilistic.

Like a worm crawling. she thought coldly. And felt like throwing up at the thought.

But the other half of the brain faithfully executes the previous instructions.

one two three four……

By the time I counted seven, the sliding sound disappeared. A brand new doll is just around the corner.

Seven seconds. she thinks. Seven seconds.

There was a limit to what she could do. If she wanted to escape from pursuit, the current escape exit was the staircase behind her that she passed before. Ten seconds was not enough. Without the protection of the elements of the magic circle, she would be easily overtaken by the free-moving doll.

But she can do more than just run away. If she could persist until the city lord's palace discovered something was wrong and a guard on duty came up to check on the situation, she would certainly be able to escape.

but……

Sylvia hesitated for a moment. She has always been distrustful of the City Lord's Mansion.

...Or do you just instinctively distrust witches?

But there is another way. She swallowed her breath slowly and leaned on the long white crystal staff to stand up despite the pain that felt like tearing her body.

The doll looked at her with cold, emotionless eyes. It was not anxious, nor panicked, nor was it eager to rush forward. The other party only took a breath briefly. Although the perseverance and understanding of the magic circle of the priest in front of him were far stronger than he imagined, even surpassing many famous mages he had met, but no matter how powerful the magic circle was, the elements would one day be exhausted.

He just needs a doll, a doll to spend time with her.

The priest took a deep breath and straightened up. Half of the brain screamed in pain, while the other half was filled with inexplicable ecstasy. The screams in her head gave her a brief tinnitus.

She stood there quietly, with black hair and eyes, a calm face, and empty eyes. She was still staring at the ground, showing no signs of embarrassment or panic.

The brain was working rapidly, and something was quickly broken and reattached. She could see it so clearly that even if only a small piece of the magic circle was exposed, she could construct its entire picture in her mind.

The elements flow in the magic circle, just like the water flowing down the river. This is the "rule". Those who follow the rules will survive, those who go against the rules will...

Destruction [no existence in the world].

This is undoubtedly a recipe for mutual destruction. It's like a short circuit, a virus, a dangerous chemical reaction. Those who do not comply with the rules will be "culled" from the world.

The worst incident of the retrograde magic circle in history, an entire wealthy town in the center of the retrograde magic circle was wiped out.

"Become nothing" means, "disappear".

The residents disappeared, the buildings disappeared, and the memories of the mainland people disappeared, as if the town had never existed.

Scholars from the Circular Tower later unearthed its existence and destruction through records in an ancient book, but so far no one knows whether the residents of that town are dead or alive.

It took a few seconds for the puppet to realize something was wrong. This was not the stalemate he thought. There was something hidden buried deeper in the night.

The light of the white crystal stone became more and more dazzling, just like the moon changing from waxing to waxing, until it became unbridled and biting cold.

If there was a person standing here at this time, his instinct would be to run away.

But puppets are different. It flew toward the white crystal staff. Like a moth to the flame.

Although it didn't know the reason for the dazzling light, it instantly guessed that the priest's behavior was to destroy the soundproof circle.

This is an assassination.

Assassinate.

If there is a huge commotion in the city lord's mansion, he will be endlessly hunted by the city lord, and he will not be able to survive on the road. He only accepted the assassination deposit after repeatedly confirming with his employer that he had made a complete plan.

The most important part of the "perfect" plan is this absolutely quiet environment that is not discovered by others.

I don't want this to be my last business. The puppet master in the dark broke into a cold sweat. Tonight, for the first time, he felt that the situation was not under his control.

The doll rushed towards the increasingly bright staff, but the priest pushed it back. She heard a muffled sound and ran towards the back stairs.

Depend on! The puppeteer couldn't help but swear. The golden cicada escapes from its shell!

But the puppet still hugged the staff tightly. There was no way, he was not a mage, he couldn't confirm the danger of this staff that seemed to be about to self-destruct.

At the tenth second, Sylvia successfully stepped onto the stairs. She knew this staircase. She had an impression when she came here. It was long and steep, like a coiled viper. She lowered her head and "looked" without any hope. Sure enough, the elements leaked from the magic circle had been absorbed by the "Forbidden Demon", and her vision was still dark.

She frowned and finally decided to turn over and jump downstairs. I don't know how long it will take for the puppet master to realize that the staff is just a glowing spell. She can't ruin her only chance of escape by stumbling downstairs.

She felt that the elements were no longer being forced into her body, which made her feel much better. This is said to be a kind of numbness like paralysis after pain.

As long as she was prepared, the weightlessness of falling was not unbearable for her. Sylvia thought clearly. It couldn't be clearer. While there is still a trace of element left in her body, she can use a buffer circle when she is about to fall to the ground.

So you have to be awake.

She bit the tip of her tongue, climbed over the guardrail, and jumped down from the gap in the handrail.

...But the moment she felt weightless, a wave of sleepiness surrounded her.

The sleepiness came without any reason, but as if it had been dormant for a long time, it stung her fiercely and swiftly.

ah. At the last second of losing consciousness, Sylvia suddenly realized something. This was so rare that it made her heart tremble.

[Iron Rule] Conservation of elements.

The element does not disappear, it appears as another element.

"Forbidden Demon".

It just transports the absorbed elements to another magic circle or magic device.

So where did all the leaked elements go? What does it nourish?

In mid-air, the priest slowly closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep amid the fragrance of flowers.

And she was still falling.

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A sneeze.

O'Brien closed his eyes and sneezed unconsciously.

"Are you okay?" A greeting came from below. It turned out to be Arnold. The dwarf had put away his conspicuous wig and now looked like a flower girl at a wedding ceremony. He handed him a small plate of chocolate cake as a token of sympathy, and also said a few words of unexpected sarcasm with a bit of joking, "It's rare, you Doesn’t it claim to be physically strong?”

O'Brien pretended to be casual and avoided the handkerchief that a certain lady offered him. He pulled out a napkin from the table next to him with a grimace and blew his nose. "It was also the first day I found out that I was allergic to flowers. !”

The elf wiped the tears from the corner of his eyes again, leaving a red mark, and complained to the dwarf in a low voice, "How long will it take? It's so boring. A group of men and women looked at me as if they wanted to eat me."

The dwarf responded with a roll of his eyes, which meant "Take it, you are a working man, you have a working soul, and you don't need to be afraid of others to work." I don't want to analyze the meaning of "eat". Anyone who has ever been in the underworld knows that in a sense, male dark elves who are low-key and low-key are "very popular".

"So how is the situation over there?" To be fair, O'Brien felt that he had been fishing immorally since he was separated from the priest. The elf didn't feel guilty and took a bite of the cake on the porcelain plate. Well, it is worthy of being a city lord's palace. The materials used are really generous, and there is no cutting-edge materials that are typical of Gabu City.

The dwarf took out a pair of glasses from somewhere and looked through the notebook he carried with him. The strange thing is that there are no records in the notebook. O'Brien thought for a while and speculated that this should be another new gadget of the Circular Tower.

"The whole thing is boring, but that's what makes certain people shine, right?" Arnold clearly meant something, "It really makes people's hearts beat loudly. The originally invited adventure group was so impressed by the city lord's mansion. There was no enthusiasm for the direct recommendation for the expedition, but now the atmosphere has been boosted."

Oh, that man. O'Brien thought of the freckled boy.

"A shill?" O'Brien guessed reasonably, "What he said is very appealing. After all, for people here, money is more attractive than fame."

Then the conversation changed, "Are you also moved by what he said? Arnold. After all, this is your only chance to return to your homeland."

The dwarf was silent.

After a long time, he slowly spoke, "I thought I would be more sober than those dwarves."

On "those", he deliberately emphasized.

"It's hard to leave our homeland." The elf showed an expression that he had expected, and comforted casually, but not necessarily sincerely.

Arnold's first reaction was to deny it. But he felt it was no longer necessary. According to the results, he is indeed worthy of the saying that it is hard to leave his hometown.

So he could only laugh at himself in a low voice.

"I am indeed a freak." The dwarf put away all the expressions on his face and murmured in a voice that only he could hear, "Obviously I am more willing to be a bystander than a participant."

O'Brien didn't hear the dwarf's dull complaint. His pointed ears twitched, as if he had caught something, "By the way, has the priest been away for a long time?"

The elf pointed to his ear, "I heard the sound of bells. I thought of her."

"It means that the city lord is very fond of her." The dwarf yawned, and his slightly mature expression was now wrinkled, "Don't be like an old woman. Speaking of which, why are you always stuck together recently?"

Halfway through his yawn, the dwarf thought of something, and his expression froze for a moment, "Oblin, are you doing something that offends your conscience?"

how could be. How could a bad black-skinned elf have such a thing as a conscience?

After saying, "I'm going to wander around and see if I can pick up a lost priest," O'Brien said to himself, opening the curtain and leaving the terrace, facing the dwarf's disapproving gaze.

A sneeze.

O'Brien sneezed for the first time today.

As tears flashed, he saw.

Ah, the flowers are blooming. he marveled.

The complicated rose flowers bloom in the dark night like a dynamic, like a demon that has absorbed the essence, leaping like flames.

Breathtakingly beautiful.