As a Sword Saint, I Want to Be a Demon King

In her opinion, although there is a big difference between the short sword (dagger) usage of the assassin profession and the long sword, this difference is not an insurmountable obstacle, on the contrary, there are many things in common.

"Um..."

Elena suddenly made a strange sound.

The silver-haired girl looked down, and found that her maid was lying on her chest with a flushed face, sniffing her chest non-stop.

"You, what are you doing?"

She hastily leaned her body back, avoiding Elena's head.

"If I leave Master... I will never smell such a wonderful breath again..."

Elena leaned over again, and said in a sleepy voice:

"Then I will die..."

——Sure enough, it would be better to let her become a witch, right?

Someone began to feel a little regretful in his heart.

So time passed day by day.

The impact of the black street incident was not as great as imagined, as if someone deliberately suppressed this incident.

Except for the upper-class nobles who knew the truth, most people only heard that there were vicious gang fights there. The news of fighting and killing people in the slums was not new, so not many people paid attention to it.

Gradually, even the drinkers bragging and chatting in the tavern didn't bother to mention the black street, and those hundreds of lives were just forgotten.

——Except for Egwene who experienced the tragedy herself.

However, she has not been immersed in the shadow of the past these days.

She often takes the children in the orphanage to train and play together, helping everyone open their hearts.

Moreover, he also issued an order as the dean's agent: it is not allowed to use code names to address everyone, and the real names of the orphans will be restored in an all-round way.

"Well, Karina, is your fawn flying?"

The silver-haired girl let No. 137, the little girl now called Karina, sit on her neck, and led her to run around in the yard.

"Fly up, fly so high, so high—"

Karina excitedly held up the brand new fawn doll and kept shaking it towards the sky:

"My little deer is still barking, listen: chirp chirp chirp chirp—"

This little deer doll is an enhanced version, which hides a small device that can make noises. Of course, the price is twice as expensive.

After a while, Shirley (No. 85) was picked up by her again, and ran around in the same way, making the little girl giggle.

The boys in the yard watched this scene with longing eyes.

Because someone doesn't like to get too close to male creatures, there's no way for them to join the game.

But they will not feel resentment because of this, after all, it was the silver-haired sister who saved them from hell, and what they have in their hearts is just the jealousy and envy among children.

"Master, a dwarf is looking for you."

After the silver-haired girl put Shirley down, Elena came over and reported:

"I've been waiting outside the door for a while, are you going to see him now?"

"Ah, I almost forgot."

The silver-haired girl slapped her head:

"Today is already the fifth day...the sword commissioned by Wilbur should have been completed, let him come in quickly."

Because of the divinity value, she no longer pays as much attention to weapons as before.

Anyway, no matter how powerful the sword is, it can't stop the blow of the "artifact", even if it is holding scrap copper and rotten iron, it can still fight.

In this case, unless the enemy is also using an artifact-level weapon, the quality of the sword is not very important.

As a result, when they reached the door, they suddenly heard arguing outside the door.

"You impolite fellows, obviously I am standing here first, you should stand behind and wait!"

This is the voice of the dwarven shield warrior.

"You're so short, I didn't see you."

Here is an elegant male voice:

"I should really apologize to you for that."

"What? Believe it or not, I knocked your skull open with a hammer! Your damn pointy ears!"

"Before that, my arrow will go through your stupid head!"

"Then come on! Let's see who we kill first..."

"Wilbur, what's going on?"

Egwene opened the door, walked out frowning.

When they got outside, they saw three dwarves scolding fiercely with several slender figures in cloaks.

The two sides were at war with each other, and they were about to fight.

There was also a carriage parked not far away, with thick curtains hanging on the carriage.

"—I'm so sorry for the noise outside your door."

One of the people confronting Wilbur stepped out and gave her a slight salute.

This kind of etiquette is not a noble etiquette of human beings, but a very rare manner.

After the man finished speaking, he lifted the hat covering his head, revealing a refined and handsome face, and a pair of ears that were very different from human beings.

"Are you elves?"

Egwene was surprised.

"Yes! They are those impolite jungle rats!"

Wilbur came over cursingly, and looked at the male elf beside him with cross eyebrows:

"I don't even understand the rule of first come, first served, but you still want to pass me and stand in front!"

Chapter 84 The Elf Girl's Request

"you--!"

The male elf raised his eyebrows, and his face was full of anger.

"Me? What's wrong with me?"

The dwarven shield warrior glared at him, too.

Aiwen was about to speak when a gentle voice came from behind:

"We are visitors, don't lose face in front of the master."

The thick curtain of the carriage was lifted, and a young girl stepped out from inside.

This girl also covered her face with a hood, only revealing her cherry red lips and smooth chin.

"We met a few days ago, the human sword girl."

The girl raised her head, revealing a pair of green pupils, and said softly:

"I came here rashly today, I hope you can forgive us for our abruptness."

"You are the one..."

Egwene's eyes widened.

"it's me."

The elf girl smiled slightly and lifted her hood.

With this movement, the surrounding light seemed to brighten up all of a sudden.

The sunlight that leaked from the treetops shone on her golden hair, creating a slight halo.

The white skin is as bright as ivory, the tall nose bridge is small and elegant, and the long eyelashes tremble slightly, making people dizzy;

On her forehead hung a water-blue gemstone.

Although this gem looks sacred and noble, it is far less shocking than her appearance.

"—The bravery and unyielding spirit you showed that day are deeply imprinted in my mind."

The elf girl put her hands in front of her and bowed her head to her:

"Even in the face of such a powerful darkness, it can't shake your heart;"

"In order to save innocent children, I would rather put myself in danger than stand up and fight for weak lives;"

"O man with a noble soul."

She looked up into Egwene's eyes:

"Can you grant me a small request?"

……

……

"This... that sword was indeed in my hand."

In the reception room, Ai Wen broke into a cold sweat.

She never expected that what the other party said so nicely before was actually here to collect debts.

——And the target of debt collection is the broken magic sword!

"once?"

The elf girl looked at her with those beautiful eyes.

Although there was no threat or blame, it made her feel extremely stressed.