After being betrayed by the Empire, I decided to assist the Demon King

Chapter 118 Many Gifts
Cassiopeia and Satan Ye met... This seems to be a plot that can extend thousands of words to fight openly and secretly, and the words will be filled with all kinds of plots in the process of showing off and gaining favor.

But in fact, reality and fiction are different. Cassiopeia and Satan Ye, with the help of Sirina, get along very politely and in a fairly official way, and have complicated conversations.

Basically, in an extremely tactful and artistic way, he asked Cassiopeia if he wanted to live under the leadership of the Demon King for a few days, and if there was anything Silvermoon Grove needed in the future trade.

It's like talking about business cooperation.

After all, even a dull person like Cassiopeia and an immature person like Satan Ye still need to maintain a certain degree of caution when communicating with each other as kings.

The former is just stupid, but not stupid, and the latter is just tender, not stupid.

They know what to do and when, and the two of them can go off-line and act coquettishly, and even stage intrigues that may not be possible when Ira is around, but now... as kings, the two of them are the first Not the first time we meet.

Yila estimated that it would take a long time for them to finish talking, so he stayed in his room and counted the gifts of the elves... mostly snacks and sachets, after all, these things are gifts in the usual sense.

There are also commemorative self-defense daggers, which are the kind of small knives whose significance for decoration and collection is greater than that of self-defense. It feels that 80.00% of the expenditure in the process of forging daggers is used for hollowing out the dagger sheath.

Ira sorted out the gifts of the elves one by one, and realized that the most numerous of them were the music scores of poems... so many people couldn't ask for it, but the chanting poems composed by the elves could fill one and a half drawers of his bedside table at this moment.

This kind of quantity, even among legends with legendary degrees, is considered too much.

As long as these poems full of artistic processing are spread, Ira will soon become the bard population [a legendary hero who can occasionally surpass the brilliance of God and bring hope] and [No.1 under the gods] , the candidate for the god appointed by World Tree].

Unable to imagine that future, Ira decided to lock the drawers of the nightstand.

Sitting like this, Ira threw the key of the bedside table into the unlocked bottom floor, and then began to rummage through the piles of presents where all the parchments had been collected.

The goblins are helping Ira tidy up.

"Ira"

"grown ups"

"Very popular"

"Elves"

"welcome"

"..."

The three goblins spoke one sentence at a time, splicing the words into complete sentences without any audible interruptions, while Yila took apart a pack of dried fruits in her hand, bit a piece herself, and tore some for the goblins. .

This is a food that tastes a bit like dried sweet potatoes from the previous life, with a rather healthy starchy sweetness.

"Like, I helped Yiyue Shuting a lot in the past."

Ira, who bit the dried fruit and caused some slurred speech, rewrapped the small package and put it in the closet beside him. He planned to put all the snacks and snacks here, and there were already a lot of them here. of dim sum.

The products of Silvermoon Tree Garden are very rich, so there are also many small snacks that only Silvermoon Tree Garden can have, and it is naturally easy for the elves to have the idea of ​​"giving something to eat is great".

In fact, Ira thinks so too, and so does the little elf who ate happily. After all, they are not people who care much about the value of gifts, and he is indeed more willing to be happy for the wishes of the elves.

Ira was unpacking the gift, and then seemed to have caught a bag of heavy and fragmented things, and pulled it lightly but did not pull it up from the ground. He opened the package curiously, and then revealed the densely packed rings inside.

"???"

Ira, who was stunned, looked at the many rings in the package together with the goblins—it was not so much a ring as a finger ring, each of which was connected like rattan and then polished smooth, forming a wooden ring. Wrench.

It can clearly feel the breath of Mana coming from above, so it is not a simple decoration. Judging from the results of the spell and Mana's test, it seems to be a prop that can be used to store magic power.

It is very similar to the condensed blood crystals that Ira used to make money. It has the same ability to store magic power. It makes people who have no talent or magic power like Vera more anxious, and can have a spare magic power storage. place.

And both are equally expensive.

This bag of rings obviously has traces of hand-made, and it can be seen that the craftsmanship is gradually getting stronger, so it is probably made by some elf himself, and Ira can accept it with confidence.

If it was an expensive gift, Ira might not accept it so easily.

"..."

The next gift was a beautiful seven-color bead that shone with radiance. Because Mana waved and sank into the sea, it was probably a very beautiful decoration.

Ira chose to place the bead on the top of the bedside table for decoration... but, I don't know if it's an illusion, but it feels like the bead is more than just an ornament.

"His Highness Cassiopeia, Ira's room is here."

"Ira, ah... is this your room? It feels a little small."

The voices of the succubus maid and Cassiopeia came from outside the door, and Ira turned to look at the retiring maid and the elf queen who was looking at her room curiously. He nodded and said, "To me, it is already a very comfortable environment."

What's more, in fact, it is almost the same as the large suites in the previous world, and it is quite a good residence. The so-called [small] is only smaller than the big houses in Silver Moon Tree Garden and the imperial capital.

Saying so, Ira temporarily put aside half of the gifts she had sorted out. He looked at Cassiopeia at the door and asked, "How long are you going to stay? Are you going to stay tonight?"

Like a friend I have known for many years, I asked this casually.

"The devil's castle, there are many rooms here, right?"

Faced with Cassiopeia's doubts about not being able to understand logic, Ira still nodded and said, "Of course, the empty room is enough for everyone in Silvermoon Grove. One room per person is no problem at all."

"Then we'll be leaving tonight."

However, Cassiopeia responded like this instead... Is the room enough to return?
Ira, who didn't understand very well, twitched the corners of her mouth helplessly, but he also knew how cute Cassiopeia was. He walked out the door and asked, "Have you seen that slate?"

"Huh? That? I saw you before I started watching that."

"Then I'll take you to have a look and translate the language of the Age of Gods."

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The two left the room, and the beautiful glass bead placed on the bedside table by Yila seemed to turn in the direction of the two with the flicker of light?
(End of this chapter)