An Illustrated Guidebook to Other Races

Your friend Lisi is not disappointed or angry about your return without success.

Just said very quietly, "It's useless for your deity to go in person," and after a similar murmur, he showed a sweet smile that was indistinguishable from the past, thanked you, and put you in Cowboy The shop spends a lot of money back to you.

Hearing Lisi's self-talk, you can't help wondering if she had any special relationship with the male suborc named Doberman before.

But why did she say that when you didn't know it, you and Dubin had known each other?

When Lisi paid you back, you felt guilty for not fulfilling the promise you made to her. You waved your hands hurriedly and said no, but Lisi unceremoniously buried your face in her full chest, like kneading dough You have to rub your soft black hair into a bird's nest.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh, you are so good, little Meyi, I have tried so hard to bully you, why didn't you resist?"

You feel a little suffocated when you are forced to bury your breasts.

Speaking of which, although your relationship with the opposite **** is very poor, your relationship with the same **** is unexpectedly good.

Since childhood, you have been very fond of those big sisters and grandma and aunts. Even if you go out to buy a dish, you will often receive small gifts from them or the affectionate behavior of touching your head and pinching your face.

This is probably because you have a cute and cute baby face, with the same softness and personality as your own little sheep.

In addition, you are a clay figurine character who can hardly refuse other people’s requests. The reflex arc is always longer than others. When other people’s discussions are full of enthusiasm and interest, you still have the expression of wandering in outer space and you are quiet. In a daze.

When you were still in school at the Imperial Academy of Magic, you would often hear people commenting that you seemed to never get angry, and there were no disgusting people, like ascetic nuns in the Holy See who dedicated everything to the gods. What kind of magical rumors.

At first you were shocked when you heard this incredible rumor.

You sincerely think that people in these different worlds are so simple and honest and surprisingly rich in imagination.

In fact, the reason why you rarely quarrel with others and end up evil is not because your temper is so tolerant, but because you are simply...lazy.

For you who pursue a life attitude of being able to move your mouth and never use your hands, and you can shut up and never blind your BB, you can avoid the troublesome things like fighting with lung capacity, even if you win the fight. Making money may escalate into a fight accident.

No matter how you think, you lose blood. You are not a singer or drama actor, so why bother torturing your throat and brain so cruelly.

If you have the leisure time to quarrel with others, it is better to nest in the library to read more books or take a quiet afternoon nap in a hidden corner of the woods.

At first, many people who looked unpleasant to you because of your civilian background wanted to trouble you, but found that arguing with you was like a punch on cotton, without the slightest pleasure and response. Most people persisted for a while. give up. The rest of the more difficult ones were also fooled by the circuitous way you did Tai Chi.

For example, in the academy, there was a period of time when a lace scandal about you and the most famous figure in the academy suddenly spread. That period really made you feel very tired, and the cause was only because the big man had nothing. Entered the student union with omen, and inexplicably **** with you, as an ordinary member of the student union, spread this kind of absurd rumor without any basis.

The reason why you joined the student union is simply because you are poor and you need to rely on the student union’s membership subsidies and irregular event bonuses.

Although you are lucky enough to be admitted to the Imperial Academy of Magic, the expensive tuition fees still discourage ordinary people. In order to keep you rich and continue studying, my sister is always busy and has no time to return home, and even borrows from the mercenary union In order to relieve her burden, you who are lazy by nature have become a hardworking and studious top student. As long as there are bonuses available, you will continue for days and nights even in subjects that are completely unfamiliar. He stayed up all night to make up for it, and then with two groups of panda eyes, he won the meager bonus that the noble classmates could not even count as pocket money.

Originally, you wanted to do this as a peaceful little transparent. After you got your diploma at Imperial College, you can go out to help your sister earn money to pay off the loan, and then buy your own small house and be a salty fish and eat it safely. Wait to die.

But with the arrival of this big man, your first step will be broken.

That big man can be said to be born with a golden key, with a big scary background. It is said that the first nobleman second only to the royal family has caused an incredible vision when he was born. The sky is full of roses. Rain, the seven elemental elves all appeared to bless him, even the bird of light, known as the incarnation of the gods, hovered and screamed in the castle sky of his home.

Everyone believed that this child was a messenger who was blessed by the real gods.

And this child did not live up to this rumor. He was the first mage of the whole family who was born with seven natural magic talents. He also possesses a rare light and thunder dual attribute type of fighting spirit, which means that he can become the first in the mainland. The whole family of magic and martial arts masters and strong fighting spirits.

Not only that, but his ability to learn is as good as he was opened. Not only does he never forget any book, he only needs to read it once no matter what he learns, as if there is nothing in the world that can hardly hold him, even the sky. The proud son is not worth mentioning in front of him.

What’s even more annoying is that he can’t even pick out a flaw in his appearance. He is handsome and warm like a perfect face like a sun god, golden hair dazzling brighter than the sun, and blue eyes that are as blue as the sky. He smiles at any woman, and can instantly make the other person fall in love instantly.

Compared to him, you used to think that you were a pretty good rebirth experience, completely as mediocre as the Chinese cabbage on the side of the road, not even comparable.

When you first heard about other people's exaggerated descriptions of this big man, you thought it was a certain Tom Su who had opened a plug-in who was reborn in this different world and was ready to start his new legend again.

But at this time, before the inexplicable rumors came out, you didn't think you would have any intersection with this magical character who was turned on by the **** in the womb.

Until you are stuck in the woods by his suitor.

But no matter how you explain to the other party, you don’t believe that you are not familiar with that big man at all. The other party is really harassing. In desperation, you have to violate your conscience and say to the other party, “In fact, seniors like natural scrolls, and I don't like black long straights like me. ’

Unexpectedly, the other party believed the nonsense that you said casually without any doubt.

You are actually more shocked than her.

But once you are born and then you are familiar, with this experience, when the suitor of that big figure comes to confront you, the reasons you give will become more and more perfunctory.

‘Seniors like **** and don’t like poor breasts. ’

‘He likes people. Wives more than loli. ’

Later, rumors spread, and the more they spread, the more exaggerated, and almost all of them released themselves later, and various versions appeared endlessly.

But fortunately, these rumors have completely suppressed you and his rumors, and your college life has returned to peace again.

Until one day, you were sitting under a big tree and quietly reading a book, and heard the voice of a female choked with crying and questioning from behind.

"I have become the type you like, why do you still refuse to accept my confession?"

"Is it because my **** are not big enough? My hair is not curly enough? Is my personality not enough for a wife?"

Hearing this, you almost choked on your saliva.

The object of the confession was silent for a long time and replied apologetically, "Sorry, I can't accept you."

The woman burst into tears, gave the man a resounding slap, and left in tears.

After listening to this sturdy confession in a cold sweat, a slender figure stopped in front of you when you were ready to leave with the book gently.

The shadow of the other party covers your body, making you feel that your breathing has been restrained.

"Have you heard it all?"

The man's deep and gentle voice like moonlight makes people feel good about him from the bottom of my heart.

You were scared and faceless and stepped back for several steps. You didn't even dare to pick up the book when it fell on the ground, so you ran away quickly.

In a panic, you didn't notice, that person subconsciously stretched out towards your back, still staying in midair fingertips.

"Ah, I escaped again..."

With a slightly sad sigh floating in the air.

...

Thinking of the stupid things you did before, you still can't help but sigh and lift your forehead.

There was a time when you were so sensitive that you would subconsciously feel stomach pain when someone talked about it.

Fortunately, you have all left the academy. I heard that the man was recruited by the Royal Knights as soon as he graduated. Given the difference in status and status between you two, it is estimated that it would be impossible to meet again.

Thinking of this way, you immediately feel relieved.

It's getting late. After you bid farewell to Lisi, you went straight to the vegetable market on South Street.

After thinking about the ingredients left at home, you decide to make potato stew and pumpkin pancakes for dinner tonight.

"Aunt Emma, ​​I want to buy two potatoes..."

"...Miss May?"

Mature men's nice and gentle voice came not far behind you with a hint of hesitation and surprise.

Your body is stiff, and you suddenly feel some twitching pain in your stomach.

No, it can't be such a coincidence, right?

You turn your head sluggishly and slowly, and you see a team of knights wearing court-style armor and silver cloaks riding on horses from the gate of the South City.

The headed man turned over from his horse, and walked towards you in a few strides.

Then his tall and straight body stopped in front of you, and the blue eyes under the helmet stared at you scorchingly.

"It's really you?"

He raised his hand and took off the helmet, revealing the suffocating male silhouette under the helmet, and the bright hair like the sun.

He smiled brightly at you, his entire handsome face seemed to glow.

"It's been a long time, Miss May."

After you recovered, the first thought was, are we familiar? ?

You carefully recalled the number of times you talked with this shining big man in the academy, and found that one palm came over.

You never even told him your name.

Why would he call your name in such an intimate tone? ?

"Lei, Master Renault..." You asked with his unabashedly hot gaze, biting your scalp and stomachache, "Excuse me... what do you want me to do?"

Could it be that he found out the truth about his murder of the wind critic and asked her to settle the old accounts?

Ah... the stomach seems to hurt even more.

"Hmm..." The blond and blue-eyed knight thought about it for a moment, and then smiled at you: "It's nothing, I just want to say hello to you."

You can't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"Um...I'm going to buy groceries and go home to cook. You should be busy, so I won't bother you." You squeezed out a stiff, official smile in response to him, and couldn't wait to flash people quickly. Up.

"Miss May, please wait for me."

You stood there blankly, watching him turn and walk towards his teammates in a bewildered manner, as if to explain something to them, then took off the heavy armor and epee cloak, and turned towards him in a light knight uniform. You come again.

"Okay, let's go." He said to you.

? ? ?

where to? ?

With a series of question marks on your head, the whole person is confused.

Then you watched with a stunned look at the blond knight, who was out of touch with the atmosphere of the vegetable market, skillfully bargaining with the vendors, and deceived the auntie's eyes with a warm smile and beauty, and bought a bunch of fresh ingredients at an extremely low price.

"Handsome guy, remember to come again next time~"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh, why did such a lovely handsome guy come here on our street?

"Oh, it's so sweet to go shopping with my girlfriend."

And the enthusiastic aunts who sell vegetables have completely ignored your weak justification.

When you come back to the door of your house with vain steps, you suddenly realize something later.

You look at the blond knight who is calmly following behind you with a vegetable basket in his hand, and asks with difficulty maintaining composure; "Master Renault, you...what are you doing?"

"Be a guest at your house." The knight blinked, not feeling that there was anything wrong with his behavior.

You pressed your lips tightly, with a somewhat resisting expression.

The knight’s golden eyelashes wrapped the deep and translucent blue eyes. He noticed your emotional ups and downs. He lowered his eyebrows and sighed with some disappointment: "Does Miss May not like me to come to your house? I just saw you. I'm so happy, if you really hate it..."

You seem to have seen a big golden retriever dog drop its ears in an instant.

"...Please feel free." You swallowed a mouthful of blood in silence.

"Thank you, Miss May!" The knight immediately gave you a bright smile that almost dazzled you.

You don’t actually understand why this nationally famous figure suddenly came to your house as a guest, but thinking about his status and strength, it should be impossible to do strange things to you, and you are also afraid of offending him. What kind of trouble, I had to respond temporarily.

But you guess he might just be on a whim. When he sees your small and dilapidated chalet in contrast to the magnificent and magnificent palace, he should soon feel bored and leave by himself.

"Please sit down here. I'm going to the kitchen to cook. You can call me whenever you need to."

In order to let this shining big man leave early, you didn't even pour him a cup of tea. She couldn't feel it if she didn't believe in such an obvious way of driving people.

But you seem to underestimate the extent of his thick skin.

He didn't sit on the simple wooden chair in the living room, but leaned against the door frame of the kitchen with his arms around his chest, looking at you with those charming and deep blue eyes.

You think you are getting goose bumps from his overly focused gaze.

When you almost got cut by a kitchen knife for the third time, you took a deep breath, turned your head and smiled at the only redundant audience: "Master Renault, can I trouble you to cut these two potatoes?"

Humph, being ordered to do such a thing by a lowly civilian, she didn't believe that he could bear it.

"Okay!" Without any hesitation, the blonde knight smiled several times, almost like a personal luminous body, "Miss May, do you want to cut or slice?"

"...Cut, cut into pieces."

Then you watch him pull out a dagger inlaid with gemstones on his waist, which looks very expensive, and cut the two potatoes into potato pieces of distinct and even size in a few swish swishes.

"Miss May, do you think the size is right? Do I need to cut it smaller?"

"..."

Hold back... You must hold back!

No... you can't help it at all!

"Master Renault! What do you want to do... Um!"

Because you were so angry that you didn't pay attention for a while, you were cut on your finger with a kitchen knife, and red blood leaked from your finger.

You frowned slightly, just about to use a low-level healing technique to heal the wound, the next second you were beaten up and hugged.

"Lei, Lord Renault, you..."

"Don't move." The blonde knight sternly said with a low voice.

He put you on the chair in the living room, then half-kneeled on the ground, held up your injured injury and handed it to his lips, holding your white fingertips still oozing with blood.

Your whole person almost jumped up because of his reckless behavior, but he seemed to have anticipated your actions a long time ago, and held your shoulders with the other hand to restrain your actions.

You feel that your fingertips are wrapped in the warm mouth, and the moist and flexible tongue tip is gently licking repeatedly. Flicking your fingers, you can't even miss the subtle finger joints.

This feeling... is no different from loving and touching.

Seeing the blond knight's drooping eyebrows and thin lips sucking your fingers in front of you, you couldn't help flushing, and your voice trembled a little, "Please, don't be like this..."

Hearing your voice, his body could not help but shake.

"It's okay, it won't hurt soon." He softened his voice, as if he was afraid of disturbing a butterfly resting on its petals.

"No... I mean, don't we all have light healing spells? A low-level healing spell for this kind of small injury is not enough." You said blankly.

"..."

The blonde knight's smile was a little stiff. He turned his eyes away, as if he dared not meet your sight, and his fair face was stained with a faint blush.

Out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly found a folded paper on the ground, and he reached out and picked it up.

"Miss May, your things seem to fall..."

You think that piece of paper is a bit familiar, and suddenly you think of something, you pounce on him with a look of horror, wanting to **** the paper from his hand.

"Can't open it!"

But it is too late.

The blonde knight stared blankly at the leaflet, tied to the dungeon, wearing a knight costume, covered with traces of abuse, humiliation and whipping, but the face of the battered knight was full of close-up pictures of the blush of fascinating pleasure.

He was strangely silent for a while, then looked at you seriously, and suggested in a tactful tone: "I think I can too..."

"...No, you can't."

Ashamed of your heart, you ruthlessly rejected him.