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

It was a long night, and O'Brien needed something to think about to avoid falling unconscious into sleep.

The fire was dying, but that didn't matter. Night is the home ground of the dark elves. Unprotected by light, they receive the gift of darkness. They blended in with the black, walked freely in the darkness, walked quietly, and delivered fatal blows lightly and strangely.

O'Brien walked towards the entrance of the temple. Looking deep into the forest, the endless branches cover and wrap the things nurtured by the forest, more like... a cocoon than a mother's cradle. Looking up, there are no stars in sight. For the creatures growing in the forest, maybe the sky is just this green net.

O'Brien suddenly felt something and wondered how big the world was.

In this era, a person's world is only his horizon.

In his childhood memories, the world was just a pure black bottomless cave, and he spent most of the time hiding in narrow corridors with his father.

"Come and play, Olwega's little slave." Sometimes female dark elves would touch their hiding place, and their father would tremble and shout away those women who wanted to do something wrong. He was too young to understand his father's fear. He just looked at the red lotus on the top of the corridor and thought about his mother's eyes.

When the mother arrived, the women quickly hid in the darkness. What followed was an endless unilateral quarrel between the father and the mother.

"...How can you tolerate it! I don't care about their insults to me, but you didn't see them even reaching out to Obulin! Your son! I can't imagine how Obulin will be played by them when he grows up."

"If you love me. If you love Obulin." My father choked with sobs, tears streaking his cheeks. It was the only anemone in the cave. "Let's go back to the surface together. Us."

"Believe in me, Olwega, believe in my love. In my country, in the Snowy Forest farther north, where the elves have lived for generations, your beloved moon will always shine on you on the ground, just like me. generally."

He never saw the woman who came to laugh that day again. He didn't know whether it was because he was afraid of his mother's reputation, or because he had already been dealt with by his mother.

Perhaps moved by their father's tears, they finally came to the ground. That was the first time he recognized sunlight. It turns out that the world is not all pitch black, nor is it only filled with twisted tree roots and enchanting cephalopods. Those that are fresh, fresh, juicy, and the same color as his eyes are called green.

But exposure to light comes at a cost. He was tempted by the sunlight and stretched out his fingers, but what he felt was severe pain.

"!"

His mother covered him with a black cloak.

They were temporarily placed in a deserted village, and the mother finally couldn't resist the coaxing of the father and asked him to arrange the next trip.

So on the next day, his father left and did not come back. Then, on the fifth day, his mother finally discovered that she had been deceived and returned to the cave angrily.

Only he was left behind. He is the chain that binds the father to the mother, and the bond that binds the mother to the father. When the two of them break up, he is nothing.

Ten days later, an old hunter passing by found him hungry.

"...I heard from the surrounding villagers that there are dark elves' hidden caves leading to the ground around here. I didn't expect to catch a little cub." The hunter could lift him up with one hand, "Elf boy, are you interested in wandering with me? .”

Later his world became Gabu City.

Unlike most adventurers who can travel across the continent, as a dark elf, he cannot go to the Holy Empire in the west, let alone the Snow Forest in the north where elves live. The hustle and bustle of the desert in the south is piercingly sunny, and to the east is the wilderness shrouded in abyss and full of dangers.

In contrast to the long lifespan of elves, humans are always pitifully fragile. After spending all his savings to bury his mentor, the dark elf was alone, running into obstacles at the mission, and finally walked into the dark streets.

The underworld is full of violence and deceit, as well as the sound of unclean gold coins. Behind the daily profits in the casino are bloody transactions, and the weak arms of the gorgeous girls in the tavern strangle unsuspecting passers-by. Where there was loss, there was victory, and where there was victory, there was failure. He spent his whole day running around every corner and dark alley of Gabu City for a living, caring about every copper coin, and had no time to think about how big the world was.

The "bigness" of the world not only refers to the breadth of continents, but also the depth of history. In the era of gods, dragons and elves once flourished, sleeping giants, dwarves who lost their homes, angry orcs, and fragile but arrogant humans.

Countless stories and legends happened on this continent, but he had no time to read them. Only when confirming the mission items did he understand a little bit about these historical fragments. How does magic work? He doesn't care, and he doesn't need to care. It's already hard work to make money to support himself every day. Who wants to know about the academic battles between mages and priests?

The moonlight slipped from the gaps between the branches and leaves, pouring down thinly. O'Brien used his palm to catch the only light he could touch. Small spots of light accumulated in his palm, like holding a small handful of clear water.

The top of the temple has not been repaired for hundreds of years, and the moonlight shines mercifully on the statue. O'Brien thought of Sylvia's talk about the gods.

Tinder...?

The idol is a tree. No, it's two trees. They are tightly intertwined, interdependent, and form one body, half withered and half prosperous. The craftsman who carved it must have devoted his whole life to making this androgynous tree still exudes a fascinating charm today.

Elf tree.

Obulin recognized it at a glance. This was the temple of Samael, the god of the forest. It is not the human-shaped Saimael worshiped by the light elves now, but the more ancient, long-lasting, primitive tree form.

Who built the idol of the forest god here? O'Brien was puzzled.

Normally, only elves would worship the god of the forest, but this is the Trembling Forest, a place of exile for elves for traitors. And this "traitor" refers to those dark elves who betrayed the Elf Tree, were expelled from the Light Realm, and eventually went to the underground cave.

How could a dark elf build a temple to the forest god? O'Brien was puzzled. Could it be that there were other traitors who made big mistakes during this period and were exiled here?

He shook his head, his head was dizzy and he didn't want to think anymore.

When the first ray of sunlight reached the boundary of the land with difficulty, Alvin and Arnold were already dressed and ready to set off.

"Keep an eye on him." Ivan whispered to O'Brien.

O'Brien nodded, picked up the cloak covering Sylvia and wrapped it around her body again. After all these movements, the priest was still sleeping. O'Brien thought that next time he should find a way to hold her wrist with a ribbon, so that if there was any movement, he could directly pick her up and run away.

But is there a next time? He smiled bitterly, remembering his bet with Arnold, and shook his head.

Making money is the most important thing, the priest will only affect the speed of his arrows.

After a while, Sylvia got up. She blinked before realizing that Obulin was standing at the entrance of the temple.

"Good morning." She greeted O'Brien in a low voice, "There will be nothing going on tonight."

O'Brien shook his head, feeling that his movement was enough to be caught by Sylvia, "It's okay. There were a few lone beasts, but they were blocked by your magic circle."

Sylvia knelt down and carefully touched the surrounding area of ​​the magic circle, feeling the overflow of magic power: "The magic power does not consume much."

She sighed and turned to the priest who was still lying half-dead, looking a little headache-y. The art of clichés is still too advanced for her.

There was no other way, even if she had to catch the duck, she would still come forward to talk to him.

Unexpectedly, it was the sleeping priest who spoke first.

"You are obviously a priest, why do you want to learn from the mage." Eugene looked at the blind girl coldly, his tone was not so hysterical, but the words he spat out were harsh, "The priest did not use the rules of element flow to create a magic circle. It’s necessary, haven’t you been taught singing in the academy? Only by singing Holy Light can you show the majesty of the God of Light.”

Sylvia frowned, feeling uncomfortable instinctively: "I am not a missionary, I am suitable for the magic circle, and the elements chose me, that's all."

"Degenerate!" Eugene denounced, his spittle almost splashing onto Sylvia's face, and he grabbed her wrist before Sylvia could react, "How many believers are longing for the mercy of the light, praying for the light to come to them. , as a light priest, as one of the lucky few who have received the Holy Light, you have wasted this talent and settled for the next best thing, playing the magician style that has long been eliminated."

Unable to struggle to get up, he could only stare at the girl fiercely, his gaze as if there was substance: "Or, there is no light in your heart."

"I don't need to change myself to prove my loyalty to the light." Sylvia pulled her wrist away with a cold face. She was truly annoyed, and the rare smile disappeared from her face.

"My respect and loyalty to the light is unquestionable. Because the warmth of the light surrounds me, I am lucky enough to listen to the teachings of the gods with a disabled body, instead of being trapped in the family for life like other blind children, unable to Take half a step out of the courtyard.”

"I believe that light can bring a more stable and harmonious future, because I myself am a beneficiary. I also hope that those who are bathed in the light... and those who have not yet stood in the sun can enjoy the gift of light."

"Don't forget what you said today, girl." Eugene lay on the ground with his head tilted, his cloudy eyes emitting a strange light, "Only light can bring happiness and create a better world."

"But you don't seem to think so, Mr. Eugene."

Sylvia, on the other hand, turned her back and gently put his hand on his hand. Her voice was as calm as if she had been soaked in ice water: "You reminded me. There is such a simple purification and defense method as Holy Light Chanting, why did you end up in the end? Can we only use props like the 'one-time purification circle' that you despise?"

"Don't tell me that it's because the light element in the body is insufficient. The effect of the 'one-time purification circle' on people who are deeply infected with abyssal parasitism can only be regarded as a drop in the bucket. It is far less than you can cast a light spell. Now you can Lying here with no life-threatening danger, I still have to thank the God of Light.”

"Since you are not using the 'disposable purification circle' yourself, these props must come from your companions."

"Mr. Eugene, please answer me why your companions would cast a magic circle on you knowing that you are the priest best able to deal with the parasitic infection of the abyss."

"Mr. Eugene, where is your companion now?"