I, the Lord of the End

Chapter 147, the decency of the light elves

Two days later, Berenberg, Sea Wolf Hotel.

After two days of careful travel, Sid and the four of them checked into the Sea Wolf Hotel in Berenberg, ready to explore the haunted manor near the city.

Sid stopped Sablin's idea of ​​going directly to the manor to do a big fight right after he checked in. On the contrary, Sid didn't seem to have any plans to do anything, so he just brought a few people into the hotel, pretending A traveling traveler who has heard of the famous haunted house wants to explore it.

The population of Berenberg is not large, just over [-], and the city looks very empty in winter. The stag people here are quite friendly, but they only mentioned the haunted manor near Berenberg, and most people here know little about it .

In the end, they didn't know as much as Missy.

On the first floor of the Wave Hotel, Whitney was performing amidst the cheers of the crowd. Sid, Charlotte, and Sablin hid in the corner of the hall, listening to the bitter face of Whitney on the stage, struggling with expressions Sing.

The song is called "Winter の花", Sid wrote the lyrics and Sid composed the music.

The light elf's expression was as painful as constipation, but his singing voice was very beautiful.

"Don't cry, my loving heart"

"Tears don't suit you"

"Let's go, just move forward, I've made up my mind to move forward like this"

"Ah, although there is no smile in my heart~"

I heard that there are light elves performing here, and the hotel lobby is packed full of good deer people.

The off-duty milkman clapped his hands over a beer.

The patrol veterans with scars on their faces were cheering loudly even though they couldn't understand.

An apprentice writing on parchment on the table trying to record the melody.

There are also idle nobles who came here just to watch the performance of the light elves.

The serious dwarf craftsman frowned and drank a large glass of malt wine, complaining that Whitney's presence affected his good mood.

People played cards, chatted, bragged, and accompanied their little games with Whitney's singing.

What a lively scene of a winter hotel, the tranquility is yet fiery, and the warmth is full of passion.

The whole hotel lobby dined to the sound of Whitney's "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

"Every time I see this kind of scene, I will be proud of my duty." The stag knight Sablin watched the lively scene with a smile on his face, and said happily to Sid and Charlotte: "I Every time I think I'm defending their after-work ale, the blood in my chest burns again."

"That's amazing! Mr. Sid, did you write the lyrics and compose this song yourself?" Charlotte's eyes glowed with little stars: "It's amazing, how did you make this kind of song that sounds so good even though you sing it hoarsely?" Woolen cloth?"

"Uh, that's right." Sid still looked away from the eldest lady's scorching eyes.

This eldest lady is really completely different from the princess.

Celeste is a very independent and cold beauty. She has a lot of thoughts in her heart but she won't show them. She needs Sid to read. She doesn't usually like to contact people. Sid is an exception. exception.

Moreover, the princess needs someone to take care of her. She needs someone to take care of her daily life and needs someone to take care of her food, clothing, housing and transportation.

Charlotte is completely different. The passionate Princess Stag has no communication barriers at all. Like Celeste, she doesn't need Sid to "read" her emotions. She wants and does what she wants directly. To put it bluntly, she was always warm and full of love for life, and Sid always found it very relaxing to be around her.

She was always so popular with the stag people.

So will such a delicate lady be troublesome during the journey?
As it turns out, not at all.

Charlotte is a stag princess, a peerless genius among spellcasters, she doesn't need others to take care of herself, she can take care of herself very well, she cooks well, and can be compared with Sid To a certain extent, she knows how to maintain her demeanor and elegance, and she also knows how to use magic to assist her life.

In the past two days, she did not cause any trouble to Sid and the others. On the contrary, the journey was full of laughter because of her existence. She liked to listen and share.

The only troublesome thing is that Charlotte is very "sticky". She always clings to Sid, saying that she will "check" for Celeste and see through Sid's true colors. There was no measure of sex, and she wanted to know, to know, everything about Sid.

There are many secrets hidden in Sid. Sometimes he is unwilling to let the young lady enter his private area too much, but the more he wants to hide, the more the young lady clings to him. She really wants to know who this man is How do you make your girlfriends look at you differently?
"Let's talk, how did you come up with such a strange song? You also wrote the lyrics and composed the song "Lucky", right?" Full of interest, Charlotte pulled Sid's sleeve, and asked happily, "When are we going to explore the haunted house?"

"Don't worry." Sid shook his head: "Miss, patience is a virtue."

"But time is money~" Charlotte was a little disappointed, but as an optimist, she immediately found a new point of interest: "Ah, look, look, someone is going to present flowers to Whitney!"

The eldest lady's high heels hit the ground, and her pink hair kept shaking with excitement. Sid, who was sitting next to Charlotte, could only feel the faint scent of the eldest lady's body wafting into his nose. The fragrance on the young lady's body was very fresh and elegant, which made Sid's heart feel much more peaceful.

After the song was finished, the flamboyant Whitney posed and twisted his buttocks. He was already observing tonight's prey.

There was applause in the lobby of the hotel, and a little girl about eight or nine timidly held a bouquet of holly flowers, stepped up the steps, and came to Whitney.

Seemingly about to present flowers, Huini quickly put away his eyes from looking at the prey, and looked at the girl with a big smile.

"Bo... bo... na..." The little girl immediately turned red like an apple when she saw Whitney's handsome face, and she immediately forgot everything in her mind.

"It's okay, speak slowly, what do you want to say?" Whitney probably heard that the little girl wanted to speak.

"Bona...ve..." The little girl blushed and opened her small mouth for a long time, but couldn't speak a complete sentence.

"Hahahaha~" The people around laughed loudly.

The voice was so piercing in the little girl's ears, she tried hard to recall what the adults said, her eyes were flushed, and she was about to cry.

"I fuck you, you **** whores, can you idiots shut up?!"

Whitney stood up suddenly, his roar shook everyone's eardrums.

"You idiots with big brains, do you think I'm blind? If you lose a bet, let a little girl make mistakes for you? That's right, it's you, you 8th generation purebred long-haired fat pig !" Whitney pointed at the nobleman who was standing in the corner and booed the most fiercely: "Is your report on the hybridization experiment of living deformity funny? I laugh at you for being a stinker!"

There was silence in the hotel lobby.

Everyone's mouths fell open, except Sid.

Everyone couldn't imagine that Whitney, who is the silver hand of the light elf, would actually spit out such words.

Is this a light elf?
"A group of brains with incomplete brain development." Whitney continued to curse: "Is it funny? What's so funny? She speaks very well! If you want to learn Elvish and speak Elvish, shouldn't you be bold and practice it? What's the point of laughing at a beginner's mistakes?"

After speaking, Whitney came to the little girl and knelt down on one knee. He grabbed the little girl's shoulders with both hands: "Come on, continue."

"Bonam..." The little girl finally remembered the first half of the sentence, but couldn't say the second half.

"Okay, well said, go on, follow me, Bonam vesperum!" Whitney helped the little girl correct her pronunciation.

"Bonam vesperum." The little girl finally mustered up her courage.

"Very good, do you know what it means?" Whitney repeatedly expressed affirmation. Seeing the little girl shaking her head and saying she didn't know, the light elf Silver Hand immediately added: "It means good evening, remember?"

"Remember." The little girl laughed through her tears, and Whitney patted her on the shoulder and let her go down.

"What else do you want to see? Do you want another person to come and give me flowers?" The light elf cursed again, flung his robes, and left cursing: "Go away, you idiots, I won't serve you today."

The hotel was silent, and after 2 minutes, the stags who were frightened by the light elves left in a panic.

"Mr. Sid, Whitney, isn't he...reacting too strongly?" Sablin felt very embarrassed. The stag knight just said that I would guard their glass of malt wine after work: "This is not the same as the light elves... …It’s not the same, as far as I remember, the light elves are very polite.”

"Yes, they are indeed polite, but they are not polite because they respect you, Mr. Sablin." Sid said lightly: "They are polite to protect themselves."

"Protect yourself?" Sablin didn't understand.

"Polite? Let me tell you, my father is very polite, and my mother is even more polite." Whitney returned to his seat cursing. He took a swig from his beer glass and hiccupped: "My mother is polite. To what extent? She is always very polite in front of people, and she always says it’s okay when someone bumps into her accidentally, even once the servant who served the food spilled the soup, and the clothes with hundreds of gold dragon coins were stained, she didn’t care She said it was okay, and even told the housekeeper that she accidentally spilled it herself, so as to prevent the housekeeper from scolding the servant, do you think she is polite?"

"This is an excellent nobleman." Sablin nodded in approval.

"Excellent fart!" Whitney flicked his hand, and the light elf looked disdainful: "Do you think my mother really respects servants? No, in their view, 99% of the people in this world are pariahs, especially It's a servant who doesn't know magic, that proper low-level pariah."

"She did this just to protect herself. From my mother's point of view, these untouchables have nothing. What if she scolds him and drives the servant into a corner? What if the servant wants to take revenge on her? "

"Yes, my mother is a great arcanist. She herself is not afraid of reprisals from her servants, but she has family, friends, servants who appreciate her, lovely pets and flowers in the hanging garden. The flower demon she raised is much more precious than these untouchables, why would she take such a risk?"

"This is the light elves. They are not polite to you because they want to be friendly with your peers, but because they want to maintain their image, maintain their decency, and maintain a mentality that does not offend others. Just like Sid said, they protecting your own safety.”

"Disgusting, it's really disgusting, I don't want to stay in such a house at all."

"I don't want to be that kind of hypocritical person, why would I be brothers with Sid? It's because when I was wandering in Rezran, when everyone was polite to me, only Sid said that I was a self-made liar Pao's pointed ears are rubbish, very good! He scolded me to explain that he didn't regard me as an unattainable silver hand, so I also treat him as a brother." Whitney directly wrapped his arms around Sid's neck, and the light elf laughed: "I also scolded him for being a little Sao Ling who fooled around with his ancestor Fuze. We became good friends after cursing and cursing."

"Hehehe." Sid nodded helplessly, the two of them really knew each other like this.

"You too, during the time I was fooling around in Fiorentina, everyone was flattering me, because I was a silver hand, and only you regarded me as an ordinary person, because I affected the appearance of the city and arrested me and locked me up for a long time." Whitney pointed at Sablin's nose: "You treat me like a normal person, so I will naturally make you my friend. I hate hypocritical people."

Whitney's theosophism made Sablin dumbfounded, because he really didn't know what to say.

But after chewing for a while, whether it is Charlotte or Sablin, the impact on their worldview is huge.

Isn't the politeness of stag people also mixed with this factor?
This kind of thing, I may never learn it while staying in the court.

The eldest lady's eyes were burning, her beautiful purple almond eyes first looked at Whitney, and then at Sid who was hugged by Whitney's neck, and many thoughts turned in her mind.

These two are so funny!
As a luck magician, Charlotte naturally has a very special intuition. The eldest lady can instinctively feel the goodwill and malice in the hearts of mortals every time, which is why she is willing to get close to Sid, because she not only feels bad from him. to malice, and there is an instinctive sense of intimacy.

Now that she heard Whitney's story, Charlotte kind of understood why Celeste looked at Sid differently.

Celis actually doesn't want others to always treat her like a princess.

But why did he regard me as His Royal Highness?
The young miss rolled her eyes, thinking about her next goal.

"I'm me, I'm Whitney-Sarpentus-Silverhand! Come on, guys, cheers to the idiots and pointy-eared trash!" Whitney held up his beer glass.

"Cheers!!!" Charlotte was the first to raise his glass, and Sid and Sablin also raised their glasses together, hops splashing everywhere.

At night, after dinner, Berenberg, single room at Sea Wolf Hotel.

Sid was sitting on the bed, and he was practicing his invisibility technique "Shadow under the Mountain".

For the next infiltration, his invisibility is crucial.

"Dong dong dong~" At this moment, there was a knock on the door of the room.

The eyes of judgment opened, and it was Charlotte standing at the door with his hands behind his back.

"Mr. Sheed, are you in there?" Her sweet voice was light and melodious.

Hey, here we go again.

Sid took a deep breath.

"Please come in."

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