The most beautiful elves save the world

Xiquan read from human books that if he wants to be a human partner, it is best to have the same interests as the other party.

If the man does not accept the gift, he may report to the elf officer, and let him be the beneficiary of his use of magic, so that his mouth can be blocked.

But he actually said he didn't want the elf's blessing?

Xiquan hurried to catch up, and the man's steps were too big. He had to trot a few steps to keep up, and tried his best to sell: "Are you in a hurry? It doesn't matter. The process of blessing is very fast, and you can have a week's life in a flash." You are in a good mood, and there are no side effects, if you try it, you will know that I am not lying to you."

The black-haired man didn't expect Xiquan to catch up, he didn't dodge, his pace remained unchanged, and he replied: "A week of good mood is meaningless to me."

How can a good mood be meaningless?Is the daily life of this human being very decadent?

Xiquan thought that there is indeed a kind of people who do not like to receive the blessings of the elves. These people are usually in a state of depression for a long time. Although receiving the blessings can temporarily improve their situation, they will return to their poor and poor daily life when the effects of the blessings disappear. It will make them feel more miserable.

In short, it is probably "It is better to never have hope than to have hope and then be disappointed."

Xiquan quietly looked at the man, and always felt that he was courageous in his gestures, as if he could handle everything with ease, and he didn't look like a person in a miserable situation at all.

"Uh..." Xiquan tried to ask, "Is your working environment making you uncomfortable?"

The man tilted his head and glanced at Xiquan.

Xiquan thought to himself: He must have hit the mark.The book says that human beings tend to let go of their guard against people in the same situation, so they put on an empathetic look and said, "I can understand. In fact, my working environment is also very bad. When I think of those things, I get anxious."

Although Doris repeatedly assured him that Prince Roy would not be polluted by the source of evil for a while, she still felt uneasy at the thought of him getting along with a dangerous person with the power to destroy the world.

"Elves are also anxious?"

"Of course." Xiquan exaggerated: "It's not just me, in fact, most elves are in this kind of anxiety."

The man seemed to have heard something new, and asked with a half-smile, "Why?"

"Because the current environment is very unfriendly to us. Prince Roy, the current and future ruler of Toust, doesn't like elves. The fairy forest and the Kingdom of Toust are separated by a plain. One day we will fight well." The days are coming to an end."

The elves love peace, and in order to avoid this from happening, the Misty Forest and the Wizarding Forest will actively send elves officials to Tuster Royal Court in an attempt to influence the decision-making of the rulers.

"How do you know he doesn't like elves?" The man raised his eyebrows.

He seemed to be a cold and well-behaved person. With such an expression, the sense of distance that seemed to be absent on his body instantly melted a lot, and it became more casual and probing.

Xiquan's heart was instantly hit - isn't this the temperament and appearance he has always dreamed of?

He couldn't help but want to discuss more with the other party: "Isn't this obvious enough? When the old king was in power, the Elf Festival was held every year, but now Prince Roy changed it to every three years, and it became more and more perfunctory. I am It’s my first time to come to the Fairy Festival, but I heard from my friend that there will be fairy lights and falcon performances in previous Fairy Festivals.”

Five years ago, the old king retired from the background due to illness, and Prince Roy has been in power since now. Human beings' awe of elves has slipped to the lowest level in history. Five years ago, the scene in the alley just now would never have happened .

"Maybe Prince Roy just wants to save money on unnecessary expenses," the man said.

"The Elf Festival symbolizes the friendship and peace between the Kingdom of Toust and the Fairy Trail Forest. How could it be unnecessary?" Xiquan said, "Well, even if you guessed what Prince Roy was thinking, since he acted as an agent for government affairs, How do you explain the fact that there are fewer and fewer elf officers on duty in Toust?"

The man said: "Toust is a kingdom of humans, and elves are blessed with magic. It's unfair to have the same selection criteria as humans."

"Excuse." Xiquan concluded.

In addition to those just now, he also knew a decisive prophecy-Prince Roy will destroy the world, and he will take the elves in the fairy forest.

This prophecy is only known to the elves in the Fairy Trail Forest and the Misty Forest. Of course, Xiquan cannot be used as an argument.

As he walked, he looked at the man. The man's short hair was pitch black, neatly tied at the end, and under the nape of his neck was a neatly folded collar. A faint cold fragrance that he had never smelled before came from the collar. Disperse evenly into the air.The man's shoulders were broad and his back was straight, his attitude was neither rush nor slow, his expression was neither dark nor light, as quiet and calm as the night, and he looked like a negotiator who came to negotiate in the fairy forest.

No, it seems that the aura of those people is stronger than that of those people. Such aura must have been tempered in a tense and exciting environment.

Xiquan guessed: "You seem to be familiar with Toust's laws, are you engaged in related work?"

"almost."

Xiquan has seen the division of labor among the ministers of the human royal family. Law-related work is usually handled by the cabinet ministers of the palace. Even if they are not cabinet ministers, they will definitely have contact with the palace.

Xiquan walked a few steps quickly, turned around in front of the man and walked backwards, and asked expectantly: "Then have you seen Prince Roy? What kind of person is he?"

The man looked at Xiquan: "Are you curious about him?"

"Of course! I dare say most elves are curious about him, and there are many legends about him in the forest."

"Really?" The man asked with great interest, "How did you pass it on?"

Ever since the elves learned that the Destroyer was Prince Roy of Toust, they tried to collect information about Roy.But now Roy is only acting as an agent, staying more in the palace, and has never shown his face in public. No one knows what he looks like except the cabinet ministers and court elves.

For a period of time, a portrait of Prince Roy was passed into the forest every few days. Most of the people in the painting had black hair and black eyes, and their looks were unflattering. Because of this, Xiquan was depressed for a while.

At this time, he had already forgotten his original intention of following the man, and asked for proof with a solemn expression: "I heard that he is a proud man, half of human blood affects his magic power, and there is another saying that his elven blood is too thin to As for the difficulty in using magic, he seems to have never used the power of elves, so he hates elves with powerful magic power.

"Ah, also, I heard that Prince Roy looks terrible, and he is vicious all day long. He thinks that elves are too good-looking, and letting elves flood into human towns will affect the harmony of human families, so they limit Toust's The number of elves, is this true?"

The man looked a little strange, and asked, "Is this a saying among elves?"

Xiquan: "Basically, that's what I heard, and I don't know if it's true or not."

The man said: "It's true that he has never used magic. His appearance should not be considered scary."

Xiquan cheered up: "So you have seen him?"

"That's it."

"Is he easy to get along with?"

"Why do you ask about this?"

"That's because—" Xiquan was trying to find an excuse to prevaricate, but was interrupted by a distant bell.

The sound of the bell came from the tallest bell tower in the palace in the distance. Dang-dang-dang... The big bell rang twelve times. The brilliance lit up the sky, flying falcons appeared in the sky, fireworks tied to their tails painted patterns in the air, and the shouts of humans and elves resounded through the sky.

"It's Falcon!" Xiquan raised his head excitedly.

The man didn't look at the scene in the sky, but looked at the jumping stream beside him and said, "I'm going back."

"Huh? Are you going back now?" The show is just beginning!

Before they knew it, they had come to a fork in the road. Several people dressed as attendants seemed to have been waiting for a long time. When they saw the man, they immediately came up to him, surrounded him in a protective gesture, and surrounded him into a fork in the road. .

Xiquan was squeezed out of the crowd, and was surprised that he hadn't asked the other party's name, so he chased him two steps away and shouted, "What's your name?"

Just at this moment, a firework exploded in the sky, covering the sound of the stream, and when the last trace of firework disappeared, the man got into a carriage.

But after answering the question of whether the prince is getting along well, we can leave...

Xiquan stood in place watching the carriage go away, turned around regretfully and walked towards the place where the crowd gathered. After walking a few steps, he felt a thump in his heart--oops, he was too involved in the conversation, and completely forgot to confirm whether the other party would ask the elf officer. Report him!

Xiquan turned around and chased in the direction the carriage left, but the carriage had run away without a trace.He turned around in frustration, and inadvertently caught a glimpse of a black figure whizzing by, hiding behind the trash can by the roadside.

"?" Xiquan was taken aback, "Who?"

There was no movement behind the trash can.

someone following?

Xiquan stepped forward and found a brick-red, finger-thick rope dragged outside the trash can, with a triangular fin-like thing attached to the end.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, bent down and grabbed the triangular tail fin, and pulled it out, a brick-red baby dragon was caught off guard by him.

"……It's you?"

After failing to hide, the young dragon flapped its wings and flew up towards the stream.

Xiquan hid back for a while and raised his hand to block it: "Why are you still in the city? What if someone catches you again?"

The young dragon stretched out his head to rub against Xiquan's hand in front of him, his vertical pupils were half-closed, as if he was enjoying it.

Xiquan quickly withdrew his hand, bewildered: "What do you want to do?"

The young dragon tilted its head and flew around the stream.

Xiquan comprehended: "You want to follow me?"

The young dragon nodded.

"No." Xiquan categorically refused, "I'm going to the human palace tomorrow, so I can't take you with me."

The young dragon made an "ahhh" sound, as if wanting to say something to him, and eagerly circled around him, and finally bumped into his arms, motionless and pretended to be dead.

"..." Touch porcelain?

Xiquan pinched the back of its neck and lifted it up: "Hey, don't pretend to be dead."

He shook it vigorously, and the young dragon really dangled twice in mid-air as if it had lost its vitality.

Dressed up quite a bit.

Xiquan simply let go, unexpectedly, the young dragon did not resist at all, and fell to the ground with a plop.

"..."

Xiquan knelt down and poked it with his finger, saying, "I really can't take you there, it's not certain whether I can stay in the palace myself."

The young dragon did not respond.

Xiquan was amused, and thought to himself: Wuyin Forest can send two elves into the palace, and he can bring a dragon, so at least it can be regarded as a two-for-two.

And before leaving, Doris had a fortune-telling for him once, and the result of the fortune-telling only reminded him to seize the opportunity, and never said that he was not allowed to raise dragons.

"Okay," thinking of this, Xiquan smiled and said, "You can follow me—"

As soon as the words were finished, the young dragon opened his eyes abruptly, flew into the air and flew randomly among the streets, and finally stopped in front of Xiquan with a sudden brake, and let out a joyful cry.

Xiquan couldn't help but continue the second half of the sentence with a wry smile: "But there is a condition: you are not allowed to run around after entering the palace, and you must listen to me."

The young dragon twisted a circle in mid-air and lay on Xiquan's shoulder to rub his face.

Xiquan has always been apprehensive about going to the palace alone. If he can have a partner, even if the other party is a young dragon who does not understand the language, it can relieve his anxiety and uneasiness.

He stretched out his finger and rubbed the young dragon's head, and said: "The next thing to do is to take you to the elf embassy in Toust to register, so that you can enter the palace with me tomorrow."

If he hadn't been sent back for using magic.