[West Fantasy] The noble lady who was divorced became rich

"Figohill, my name." The mixed elf's Adam's apple rolled three or four times before choking out a sentence between his teeth.

Mariana thinks he's wasting his time: "Do you think I won't know your name?"

Figohill, who had difficulty opening his mouth, frowned when Marianna asked, seeing that the latter almost timed his silence in his heart.

"Say something useful." Mariana, who was about to run out of patience, said in a bad mood: "I'm not here to listen to your nonsense."

Figohill lowered his long eyelashes, and his face after calming down his anger looked a little more feminine: "I don't know what you want to know, because my information has been clearly explained by the slave trader."

"Including your origin?" Mariana's eyes fell on Figohill's ears: "It must be very uncomfortable to wear artificial ears all the time."

Figohill touched his earlobe lightly, temporarily dispelling his prejudice against Marianne: "How did you find out?"

"Although elves can tell whether they are adults by the shape of their ears, considering the difference in physique between adult gray elves and forest elves, I guess you are still one or two hundred years away from becoming an adult."

Before Mariana finished speaking, Figohill retorted: "Don't you consider the possibility that I am more inclined to the elves in terms of physical characteristics?"

"Pfft! Do you think this kind of statement can fool me?" Mariana would not doubt her own judgment because of Figohill's rebuttal: "No matter what kind of mixed race it is, there will never be a strong side. The possibility of genes being suppressed in appearance. Although this is just my personal inference, but judging by your current performance, I am sure that I guessed correctly."

"Probably because gray elves are too rare, so you can hide it until now." Mariana was also surprised that she could find a hybrid of forest elves and gray elves.After all, regardless of the inherent arrogance and racism of the gray elves, they themselves do not want to contact other races, so since the end of the last war on earth, no one has been able to find the gathering place of the gray elves.

Even when Mariana paid the payment, she once wondered if she had been fooled by Segunter's slave traders, but this idea only existed in her mind for a second before she was rejected by Mariana.

"So which side is your gray elf bloodline?" Mariana lowered her head boredly, watching Figgohill raise her eyes full of turbid emotions: "Paternal? Or matrilineal?"

Figohill licked his lower lip, and finally made a voice that he himself felt strange: "Matriarchal. After my mother died, I was thrown into my father's clan."

"and then?"

"After my father died, my sister and I were kicked out." There was no complaint in Figohill's voice, as if his entanglement just now didn't exist: "Not only the gray elves hate hybrids, but also the forest elves. dislike."

"Understandable, after all, it is a race that advocates 'purity' like the winged people." Mariana sarcastically said: "But from a genetic point of view, intermarriage within the clan, especially the closed-country like the elves, is rare with the same ethnic group." It is entirely a gift from the Goddess of Light that the connected species can continue to the present."

But Mariana thought about the intermarriage situation among the human nobles, and felt that she was laughing at a hundred steps.

"Your sister is a forest elf?" Mariana glanced at the cell next door, and found that they were all trying to avoid staring at her.

"No, her mother is a half-elf." Figohill suddenly showed an unspeakable expression: "There are no purebred forest elves among my father's children."

"Interracial fetish?" Marianna has seen some people who are particularly obsessed with humanoid races, and there are even some weird ones who play more and more, and their hobbies lose their SAN value.But what she didn't expect was that in a relatively "simple" species like elves, there were also trans-ethnic fetishes, and they even cleverly tricked gray elves into it.

only……

"Why have you been kept by the slave traders of Segunter until now?" Mariana wondered: "Although the forest elves are not a hot commodity, but you have half the blood of the gray elves, so there must be someone who is willing to spend a lot of money to sell you." You buy it."

Although the proportion of rich people in Odin is not as high as that of the Grand Duchy of Aquique, but with Odin's population size and background, there are not a few people who can spend millions on fun.What's more, Marianne didn't buy Figo Hill on her own initiative, but it was given as a gift by Segunter's slave trader when Marianne bought Baixue, so this made Marianna reflexively suspect that there was something tricky in it after the shopping fever cooled down.

"Even if the person who buys you has to buy a few more oil bottles, there are some people who have spent a lot of money, so they don't care about this little money at all." Mariana glanced at the next cell, and asked Figosi Er's heart suddenly tightened.

"Besides, some sadistic people love you, a rare commodity that is easy to be manipulated by hostages." Mariana's words were so direct that it even made Figohill want to vomit: "People like you go from body to body. Souls are disgusting."

"Thank you for the compliment."

"This isn't a compliment!" Figohill frowned, "Don't you have any self-esteem?"

"It is difficult for people with too much self-esteem to survive in our family." Mariana has heard rumors and gossips since she grew up, especially after Prince Henry crazily targeted her for Britannia's inheritance. The level of patience has reached an unprecedented height: "There is an old saying that 'a good man does not live long, but a disaster lasts for a thousand years'."

Mariana looked Figohill up and down: "Your current situation is very suitable to prove this point of view."

"You..." Before Figohill could complain, he was pushed aside by a hand on his chest.

"Switch, I don't want to talk to you." Mariana hooked her hands at the drow, and the drow not only stepped forward immediately, but also had a slightly better attitude than Figohill, and even knelt down to prevent Mariana To look up at him.

"So obedient?" Mariana liked the drow's silver hair very much, but she didn't want to be too active.

"Do you like my hair?" The drow elves were more observant than Figohill.

Mariana suddenly understood why those rich women who consumed male sex liked succubus and drow.

Because being licked by someone is always more comfortable than being a licking dog.

Especially when the person who licks you is a handsome man with a sense of humor, this kind of happiness increases exponentially.

"Can you tell me who sent it?" Mariana pinched the drow's ears and slammed him against the iron railing: "I don't like being deceived, and I'm not a patient person."

Mariana's voice stuck in the ears of the drow: "There are many experienced interrogators in the Grand Duchy of Aquique."

Even after being hit on the iron railing, the drow's expression didn't loosen a bit.

"Or I can throw you to the necromancer." Mariana lifted the drow's silver hair: "After all, I like your hair very much, but it would be a pity to cut it off, so it still grows on a beautiful head It’s more pleasing to the eye.”

The drow were beginning to understand why the man who had sent him to the slave market liked Marianna, because some people had such peculiar proclivities.

"It's Odin's little emperor." The drow held Marianna's wrist, trying to make her let go: "He likes you very much, so I don't want you to forget him."