Alien world

Chapter 87 86. "Dating"

"This painting was painted in the Bauhinia Mountain of the Kingdom of Rikaner by the court painter Vero Brenett in the 14 year of No. 3663 of the elf calendar, which is also the 663 year of the Saint Laurent calendar."

When Annan came from the bedroom to the second floor of the hall, Yiri Lanzer was admiring the huge oil painting on the wall.

The elf is no longer the scruffy man he was yesterday.She was wearing a moon-white robe, and her long dark blue hair was fluffy and entangled with a section of green branches.

Gone is the frenzy of yesterday.Although the hair is not braided into thin braids like other elves, it is hung with shiny objects.But this casualness makes her seem like an intellectual elven scholar.

And this elf mentor expanded Annan's knowledge: elves also have dark circles.

Yrilandzer is not the same as Della.Although the dark circles ruined part of her temperament, her beauty is appreciated, and Della's beauty is something that people want to touch.

Annan didn't have any artistic bacteria, and walked up the steps to the living room, "Have you ever been to the capital?"

"Princess Kenny and I were right next to Willow Brynett when he painted it."

Well, this is the longevity species.As written in the Warlock's Handbook: To them, the magnificent, tortuous and rough life of human beings is like a naughty child running out in the morning, and returning in the evening as a toddling old man with a cane.

The pain of being overwhelmed by the passage of time is indeed negative.Annan is okay, he is still young or even young.Moreover, it is written in the Warlock's Handbook that as long as most warlocks don't look for stimulation, such as riding a rebellious female dragon, they can live peacefully until they die of old age, and their lifespan can be regarded as half a long-lived species.

"Boy, are you ready?"

"Just to the theater."

"Of course not. After we come out of the theater, we can go to the Fairy Garden first. It is said that the mother tree of the Flower Garden was once a leaf of the World Tree. We can hold a wedding under the witness of the branches of the World Tree. It doesn't matter if it is not. I can also bring You go back to the residence of the moon elves, and the elf elders can replace the world tree to witness our love. I will ask the alchemist friend to prepare some potions, and then continue the intimacy for three months, which should allow you to obtain part of the blood of the elves..."

Annan's smile stiffened as Irilandzer chattered.

What did she mean by preparation...?
"Della..."

Annan called for help in a low voice, but Della didn't have the idea of ​​contacting her kindred, so she didn't show up.

"We are not familiar enough..." Annan blinked.

That cute appearance made Yi Rui Lanze unable to hold back the desire to hold Annan in his arms, and his expression and tone gradually became urgent: "It's okay. We have enough time to get acquainted, and three months will make you—" "

"I can't accompany you to those places..." Annan could only tell Iri Lanzer directly, "It's not safe around me, and those attackers may appear at any time."

"Assailant?"

"It seems that our elf mentor doesn't know my identity..."

"You said 'we' right?..." Irilanzer's eyes almost melted: "Do you like boys or girls."

Annan wanted to say that he didn't mean it that way, but his damn curiosity got the better of him: "Can humans and elves have children?"

"As long as you get the blessing of the elf tree... don't worry my dear, I will let the moon elves accept you."

Don't worry about money anymore, don't worry about lifespan, a mage tower mentor and an elf group as the backing, it sounds pretty good...

"Thank you... No, I mean, the lifespan of elves is still very long, right? You don't have to rush, we still have a long time." Annan just wanted to deal with the enthusiasm of the elf mentor in the past.

"Are you willing to get engaged to me? I..." Yi Ruilanze covered her lips in a speechless manner, tears welled up in her eyes, "I love you too..."

Annan looked at the head maid and Abby standing beside him in confusion: "Did I say I love you?"

"Yes." Abby replied.

"when."

"Now."

After confirming that he didn't say anything that caused misunderstanding, Annan said euphemistically: "I have more important things than marriage, uh... love—"

"There is nothing more important than love!"

Annan's words were interrupted again, so he had to say deliberately serious: "Sorry, I can only go to the theater with you. If you don't agree, I won't go out."

"Oh, it's so cute even when you're angry. Well, I'm only going to the theater today."

"Really?"

"If you don't want to go anywhere else."

Annan finally breathed a sigh of relief.

While being wooed by a beautiful and noble elf brings vanity and satisfaction, Yrilanze's enthusiasm nearly melts him.And inheriting the elf's height, Annan could only reach her chest.

It's better for Della to think so...

Then after thinking this way and getting into the carriage, Irilanzer stared at Annan with flickering eyes: "What kind of girl do you like?"

"It's about the same as me..."

Annan was just perfunctory, but then Yrilanzer began to grow shorter, her fitted moonlight robes dragged the floor, her dark circles disappeared, her cheeks took on baby fat, and she became a girl about the same age as Annan.

"How about this?" Erilanzer blinked her long eyelashes.

"It's beautiful, that's fine."

Annan fell into those star-filled eyes and almost couldn't get out. He stopped Yi Ruilanze from continuing, lest the female elf in front of him would really overwhelm Annan's desire to explore this beautiful world after a certain transformation.

When I came to the theater, the owner of the theater did not appear, and the boring dance on the stage was replaced by a stage play.

Annan looked at the actors thoughtfully.

"You like it very much?"

"I'm alright..." Annan asked Iri Lanzer in a low voice, "What do you think of the story?"

"The Poetry of Lazy Dale? No matter what you listen to every few years, it will become boring after hundreds of years..." Iri Lanzer is quite knowledgeable.

Annan, who knew the name of the stage play, remembered that Michael seemed to have mentioned that he liked "The Poetry of Lazy Dale" very much.

"The boss called you the King of the North? Which family are you? The Morim family? The Alfaro family? The Lawrence family..."

"Reeves."

"The fire dragon family?" Yi Ruilanze looked at Annan's messy black hair obsessively, wanting to eat one by one: "The black hair...it really looks like that little Peter."

"Little Peter?"

"Petlia, your second Patriarch. He was only this tall when I saw him—" Irilanzer compared his chest, and the outline of the mage's robe made Annan look away.

After the stage play ended, Annan and Yiri Lanze came to the square outside the theater.

Yiri Lanze secretly left Annan, and quietly reached for the hand in the mage's robe——

Two patrolling female elves in leather armor stopped Annan at this moment and interrupted Yrilanze.

"We have received a report that you have conspired against minors." The female elf said coldly.

Annan explained in confusion: "She is an adult."

"I know."

The female elf wrapped a vine around Irilandzer's wrist, gently reminding Annan:
"Boys have to protect themselves."

(End of this chapter)