The reincarnated banshee, save the world with the reincarnated daughter

Chapter 597 Elves, Wine and Kobolds
The location where the spiritual soil is produced is not far from the main gathering point on the Weeping Peninsula. It is suitable for banshee mining, investment and business promotion, and it is suitable to leave several small mining sites as one's own private reserves.

Melina met six groups of elven explorers on the road.

There was a steady stream of gunshots.

It can be heard in almost every wilderness.

Melina has seen that Elf Explorers are more solid than Banshee Explorers. Their team composition is usually 411 pairs of teams to attack, with 4 elves, 1 goblin, and 1 banshee. Goblins are responsible for logistics, and banshees are responsible for enchanting weapons and bullets respectively.

For dragons below level 5, there is no doubt about the destructive power of the elves.

With an average of three to four magazines per person, hundreds of rounds of ammunition were scattered, and even a strong red dragon would be beaten to the ground.

Then the 'ingenious' elves will cut up the half-dead dragon on the spot.

The screams of dragons, long-eared shooters, semi-automatic rifles made of 4.0 kilograms of fine iron and 0.5 kilograms of wood, and elven moonshine have become the most brought over by the elves from other places. Oh, there are also degenerate thoughts and 13.3g brass cone armor-piercing bullet.

These elves look so pure and lovely.

She has long pale golden hair, a Japanese elf-like figure with big breasts and a slim waist, and pitiful emerald green eyes.

But this is just a disguise. The elves come from a place with the worst terrain and the most monsters in the world. They have already evolved extremely cruel abilities and habits.

It was they who invented the dish of eating raw borneol, which even the banshees find excessive.

On the way, Melina couldn't help but lament that version 1.0 of Weeping Peninsula is officially over.

The original residents of the Weeping Peninsula simply did not deserve this island.

Now the residents worthy of this island are here, round 2 begins.

...

There are usually not too many people on the streets of Hamlet, at least not like now, where there are a lot of elves, goblins and banshees.

Their glances were not entirely kind, nor entirely malicious.

The glances he glanced at Melina from time to time were all about vulgar questions like guessing how much money he could get after robbing her. And whether it is possible to use Melina as a seedbed to cultivate dragon-born banshees on a large scale. After all, she is one of the very few banshees with dragon-type relatives, dragon-type instead of dragon-blood.

The bad news is that these people will always be curious and inquiring.

The good news is that house prices are going up on the Weeping Peninsula.

If the primitive residents could still tolerate living in the wilderness, hiding in the basement when dragons flew overhead. These people from big cities and various hunting cities are only accustomed to the comfortable and clean residential living areas created by the local hive city.

Melina is just like Tasia. Although she is more controlling than Tasia, she just lets more local banshees report to her. She is not too in charge, Doro Silk and Croto could solve most problems, but there was one problem that the two of them couldn't solve.

External affairs issues.

After all, one of them lives in a world where he killed everyone, and the other lives in a world where he participated in killing everyone. How to respond to the outside world is really outside the scope of their business.

This time, a group of kobold police detectives from the Atlantic country of Carlo Shadel forced Dorothy to take Melina to the office for processing.

...

Melina was about to go next door to enjoy Catalina's freshly made cabbage soup, along with a bunch of cat friends, but she was caught by Dorothy on the way.

"Melina!"

Dorothy, who usually appears in [Dignified Melina III form], is a little angry.

Melina felt a little guilty. She turned around and found that the cat friends had dispersed immediately. The cat lantern meowed and sang a messy song and ran away. The clockwork cat whistled and ran away with the cat lantern, leaving her behind. Confront Dorothy alone.

How unreliable! Meow, didn't I just give you a drink?
Melina was furious. As one of the few banshees who could get a drink from the cat group, it was normal for her to be betrayed.

But when she saw the other person coming over in such an angry manner, she quickly smiled and said hello:

"Dorothy, what's wrong?"

"What's wrong? You have to do your job! Today I found someone to deal with the kobold police detective from Carlo Shadel! I don't dare to issue a search warrant to them without a humble attitude!"

"Search warrant? Search or something?" Melina blinked.

"Illegal moonshine, a group of wicked elves transported moonshine to their country."

This is immoral, because whether they are ratmen, kobolds, or dragonborn, they will fall into a state of rage after being drunk. Therefore, the prohibition of alcohol in Carlo Shadel is not like the prohibition of alcohol in Ami in parallel time and space. There are necessary reasons for the prohibition of alcohol in Carlo Shadel, and it is not a complete ban on alcohol, but there is still some room for it.

But it also greatly promoted the smuggling business of unscrupulous elves transporting wine to them.

After all, this is a necessity...

"This can't be investigated, right?" Melina said, "Although I don't know much about the elves and why these detectives want to come to us to investigate, but since they are here, it means they must have us on hand. We can’t let them search for clues we don’t know before we figure out what they are.”

Melina is one of those people who reacts very quickly.

Dorothy nodded:

"That's the truth, but they insist on seeing you and passing the formalities we have to go through."

"What procedure?"

"The procedures of the Explorer's Guild. International Police Detective is a law enforcement unit recognized by the Explorer's Guild. The instructions given to us from above are to cooperate as much as possible. Melina, we have to cooperate with them." Dorothy sighed. , "Why can't we just kill these annoying kobolds?"

The handling of Dorothy from another time and space is a little extreme.

In order to avoid this person, Melina finally gave up thinking and decided to kill, so she nodded:

"Me, I'll go there."

She thought for a while:

"You and Crotto should have found a lot of reasons. Tell me on the way so that I can easily deal with...those police detectives. Also, I personally think that it is better to clear the road than to block it..."

"It's better to open up than to block..." Dorothy's eyes suddenly brightened as she repeated this word.

...

Kobolds are a type of human race. They don't really have a dog head like in fantasy works. They are only over one meter tall and annoyingly rickety.

Although in this world, their average height is only a little taller than Melina, their faces only have more or less canine characteristics, a bit like humans with a slightly higher degree of fury.

What Melina saw was a handsome kobold who favored the black and white canine race, and his face had the look of a handsome uncle that had gone through time. He is also the tallest among the kobolds, nearly 1.7 meters tall. He wears an admiringly handsome long windbreaker and a round-brimmed hat that investigators love. Black gloves, black leather shoes, and a talisman hanging on his waist that can be used for kobold transformation.

He must have stayed in the office for a long time. His thick and wild dog's tail, which was closer to a wolf's tail, swept out ripples on the carpet.

"Hello, I'm Investigator Zoren." He came over and stretched out his hand.

Hello Revolver... Melina resisted the urge to hand it over with her palm facing up, and just shook hands gently:

"Hello. I'm Melina."

　Writing now, meow!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)