Chapter 496 – Theoter (2)
“Hey elf. What is that?”
A man with a red nose and thick beard asked me. The Dwarf coachman was glancing at me. He seemed preoccupied with the idea of leaving me and running away if I answered sloppily here. We are now approaching the road leading to the forest, and there are no people around.
“You ask what is that? I think it’s alcohol, so give us some too. I’ll just taste it and return it. Because we elves won’t hurt. Give me a fine drink.”
The laughter of men with beards spread in the deserted forest. They seemed to be the kind who were proud of being bandits. I had no intention of returning the drink, and I did not know if the statement that it would not hurt me was true.
I picked up the iron helmet the coachman was wearing to politely advise them to return. The coachman looked at me very displeasedly when I suddenly took off his hat.
I silently grabbed my helmet and threw it at the bandit who had just tried to negotiate with me. From the outside, it seemed like a rough throw, but it was a shot thrown with gritted teeth. The iron in my hand pierced the dwarves like a cannonball.
“Uh?”
The face of the subordinate who was giggling next to them, as if their boss’s words and actions were very humorous, hardened. It was because warm blood and chunks of meat splattered on his face.
Bang!
A roaring sound rang out from the forest behind them. One by one, the beautiful trees began to fall, raising a cloud of dust. The bandit standing at the edge at the back turned white and looked at the forest. The forest was raising dust as if it had been hit by a bomb.
And the bandit who had made a polite proposal to me a while ago was standing with only the lower half of his body his, and his upper body his had been torn to shreds, leaving no trace. All the bandits standing in an exact straight line at the location where the bandits were standing remained the same, with only the lower half of their body remaining. Depending on the slight angle difference, there were bandits with a little left on their sides or ribs, but there was no change to the fact that they were dead. The surviving bandit’s men removed bloodstains and filthy chunks of meat from their faces.
“Eww… Eww…!”
And, unlike a Dwarf called a warrior among warriors, she let out a girlish scream and sat down.
“Quaaaaagh!”
“It is a monster! It is a monster!”
“Help me! I don’t want to die!”
As if his screams her were the starting signal, the other dwarves started to scatter in an orderly manner. The coachman was staring at me on the spot, his body his trembling. I said, leaning leisurely on the back of the cart.
“Go away. Coachman.”
“Yes Yes!”
The coachman took hold of the reins, displaying polite words and manners uncharacteristic of a dwarf. I smiled contentedly as I watched the forest draw closer. Bodies rattled as they got caught in the wagon wheels. I asked the coachman.
“What if the wheels are dirty?”
“You can just wash it! Don’t worry!”
I said he was fine, so I decided not to pay more attention to the dirt on the cart. Rather than that, I was more concerned about blood spattering on my clothes. It was because I had to meet our sioter.
The forest was getting closer. I saw someone standing at the edge of the forest. Her blue hair fluttered like a flag. Red eyes were staring at us. She was staring at us, her hand holding the stump of a fallen tree on her floor.
Sensing a vague murder, I waved my hand. She looked at us for a moment, then when I shook her hand, she recognized me and started to smile. Her body her seemed to be shaking, but she came to us before I knew it and passed by the driver’s side. The coachman belatedly looked to his side of her and was startled by her, and I fell between her casks her, pushed by the ciotere.
She hugged me tightly and shouted.
“Lucius!”
She rolled over her cart with me in her arms. The coachman was looking at me with a puzzled face. I gestured to the coachman. The coachman naturally jumped out of his seat and waddled toward the Dwarf village.
Theo Terre hugged me tightly and rolled around for a while before raising her head. Her eyes were still clear and sparkling, and full of affection for me. It seemed like an invisible tail wagging. I told her
“Theoter. Did you come too late? Theo Terre must have been very bored here, and I’m sorry she didn’t pay much attention.”
“No. Did you come to me like this? It’s okay because you came. Lucius. By the way, what is this?”
“It’s drinks. I bought it to eat with Cioter.”
According to my prediction, it was clear that Theoter would drink most of these drinks alone, not me and Theoter. Cioter’s eyes twinkled at the word alcohol, and he sniffed and clung to the cask. Somehow, it seemed that he liked alcohol more than I did. She said to me as she stroked her keg.
“Lucius! Then, let’s go to our house. You can’t just drink After all, alcohol should be eaten with snacks. Right? I’ll catch a pig and cook it for you.”
She said cheerfully and moved to the driver’s seat of her cart. Her horses had already been mad with fear since Theo Terr appeared. She said, carefully stroking her words her with her hand her.
“Come on, don’t be nice. Shall we go forward?”
Then, the horses, which had been struggling to escape somehow, suddenly calmed down and began to walk straight ahead. Leaning back on the barrel, I looked at Theoter’s back his. I got an erection just by looking at her her back her in her clothes her.
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“Ah, so are you going to the site tomorrow by yourself?”
Evangeline listened to the dwarf vassal’s question and nodded her head. Peta Lucius was a person who would have had no problems as long as he was liked, but the dwarf retainers had no information about her younger sister her, so they were very awkward and difficult to deal with. For her part her, she was just right at this distance from the dwarves, so she intentionally hardened her face and answered firmly.
“Uh.”
“Yes. Then we will know that you will join us on the spot.”
“Okay. Thanks for your effort.”
As soon as the dwarves left, she stretched out on the bed and took out her comic book from the subspace and started reading. The last time she went, she picked up some comics that looked interesting, but she hadn’t read them yet. After reading a book while rolling on her pillow for a long time, she habitually rummaged through her shelves to find something to eat, then realized that this was not the royal palace and frowned.
She tried to call someone out by shouting, but then she shut her mouth again. It was because, thinking about it, it was much easier for her to go to the kitchen and take out the snacks and food than to call someone, wait for the person to come, and receive the snacks again.
Evangeline cast her stealth spell on her own body and carefully opened her door and moved out of her. I could hear the Dwarven soldiers who were wary of the surroundings chatting.
“Is that person King Lucius’ sister?”
“There were rumors that he was a formidable wizard.”
“But why are you human? King Lucius is of mixed elf blood.”
“It’s mixed blood, but it doesn’t show. Or, like her lady-loving king, carries her mother along with her even.”
“Is it? Heh heh heh!”
Evangeline aimed at the head of the dwarf soldier who had been talking nonsense a while ago and lightly punched him.
“Ah!”
The dwarf soldier squeezed her forehead and rolled her across the floor. Another soldier exclaimed in amazement.
“Hey, hey! What’s wrong dude!”
“Oh, I don’t know! Her head her hurts so much I think someone hit me! Aagh!”
Evangeline grinned at the dwarf soldier she couldn’t see, then found the stairs that led her downstairs. The dwarven royal palace boasted a very complex and defensive structure, combining the unique stubbornness of dwarves with a bizarre aesthetic sense. She walked around scratching her head and found the stairs leading to the balcony.
“Oh, should I just call someone?”
Saying so, she prepared to go back. Come to think of it, it was because she didn’t know exactly where the kitchen was.
“Shh. Be quiet.”
But as she was about to return, a familiar voice caught her ear. Evangeline looked up on her balcony before going back.
“Lung. Your majesty. You can’t do this here.”
“But sir. I don’t want to mix with that filthy treasurer anymore.”
Just when she thought a romantic story was going on, Evangeline vomited when she remembered that the main characters of the conversation were a woman with a beard and a man without a beard. She folded her mind to see her as she dared to climb up and whipped her to forget the conversation she had just overheard.
“Fuck.”
She cursed and headed back to the room. It was because her comic books she was reading were strewn about in her room. On the way back, she saw the soldier who had been beaten just before, with a large lump on his forehead and weeping. He said.
“Hey, a woman’s face is her life her.”
“No, fuck. What are these bastards?”
Evangeline was dumbfounded and shook her head. There is no distinction between men and women, so what on earth do these bastards see and feel their sexual desire? Evangeline opened the door, recalling a mystery she wasn’t particularly curious about. And she threw herself back on her bed and called for an attendant.
The attendant who was wandering around opened the door wide and hunched over. Evangeline sat upright on the bed, she said.
“I’m hungry. Bring me something to eat Just something to chew on.”
“Yes. All right.”
After her attendant had left, Evangeline smiled and lay back on her bed with her feet on her feet. Soon after, nuts like dried jerky and peanuts were dragged to a table on wheels. Evangeline hid her comic book and stiffened again.
“Leave it there and get out.”
“Yes.”
Evangeline thought about her as she tossed her peanuts into her mouth her. If the king hated the Minister of Finance like that and fell in love with a new love, the Dwarven Kingdom would be blown with blood again.
