Half-elves Fall in Love - Chapter 729

Chapter 729: Colored Colors 3




Once Leila and I break up washing dirt in a secret hot spring, we head back to town.

And then there's the collar awards ceremony step, I think, but I still go for Keel-chan's bungalow to take a breath.

Buy a bun and go straight home with that as a souvenir, have tea time with someone, or go to Aunt Lindsey's drink stand and get some cocktail Spirit Springs water...... no Aunt Lindsey would be a couch to jump on yellow collar rumors too, I guess I shouldn't be too close. Oh, and Keel's aunt, who would have a bun shop number if I told you that......

Hey, you.

I get spoken out and hacked. And when I look at the Lord of Voices...... dark elf woman.

But I don't recognize him. Mr. Deane, I'm not a sister-in-law, I'm not Mr. Cosmos.

….

"... Lady?

"Why are you questioning me?"

"... no, you look too different"

There can't be anyone else. If you don't know anything about celesta merchants, it's up to the lady.

But Mr. Hilda and the lady, who seems to have also had the final beauty treatment by Spiritual Springs, really don't look like the same person whose legs were growing in that black barrel. The story of Mr. Knoll and his generation does not question anything now, it was still transformed into the figure of a beauty left with the girl's signs, feeling a little 20 years old for a human being.

"... sounds like a scam"

"That's a terrible way to put it. Well, I agree with you."

I am used to women incarnating far from humans, such as dragons and breakcores.

I have also seen Nancy and the Cat Beasts, who were wearing slightly pulling marks of serious injuries, resurrect as healthy people and as beautiful women.

It's a strong change in impact compared to them. I feel like I'm looking at something impossible.

I don't know...... if you want to analogize, she was a pretty girl with rock dolls and Mad Wolf identities! The old man in the neighborhood has become a beautiful girl from the expansion that Does it feel more uncomfortable?

Well, leave my subtle mood alone.

"It's not like I'm not happy with the way it looks better. Then I guess if it's so far different... let's even strain and live in the phantom of what it's been like for a while. If that infamous sitar's best balls are such a little girl, then you can't be naked."

"I felt like I was vicious..."

"Vicious... say powerful, rude lad"

The way I talk is really Lady Swallow.

Tobacco and rough throats have also completely healed in the Spirit Springs, and the voice has become a little less clear to the same person.

Whether the makeup method was also fixed by Mr. Hilda and the other dark elves, the absurdly full of paint has turned into a makeup that takes advantage of the goodness of the brilliant and neat material, and the hairstyle has stopped being a roll up to make it normal long.

Honestly, I'd be convinced if they told me I was Mr. Deane's sister, who was a little evil. No, I'm supposed to be older than Mr. Deane.

"Instead of getting married, if that's what it looks like."

"I'm not even married..."

Yura and Mr. Hilda and Christie appeared out of nowhere to Lady's words, not knowing if they were lit or serious, and grabbed her shoulders from behind. Keep smiling.

"Swallow?

"It's not like that now, 300 years old or there."

"Yikes, it hurts, it hurts, what are you doing... it hurts!?

"Stop getting older, will you? Hey."

"It's not a bad thing, neither is marriage. No, more than that. First of all, in that shape, life at night would have been disabling, too. Isn't that why you're not interested?

"I don't have the muscle to be stuck in a white elf like that!?

"No, Mr. Smythson is hosting a people's help, and it's only natural that we, the female slaves, should be watching."

"Yeah, yeah."

I guess that's how Mr. Hilda and Christie are treated around the other way because that's how they strangely care. Even Mr. Hilda said he doesn't look older than me in his mid-20s or so.

"The way you think is also a hint when your disability continues, right? I saw you need some inspiration."

sloppy, and dragged lady.

I think it's all right though. I don't think I'll be impotent.

"Soften your hands..."

That's all I'll say and drop you off.

I buy in about 20 buns and go back home.

There's Beatrice and Naia and Galatia at home, and if you wonder what they're doing, practice reading and writing.

It seemed like Naia was becoming a lecturer and teaching Beatrice and Galatia Northwestern letters.... so Beatrice even Galatia anyway.

"Wasn't Lapard Northwestern-speaking?"

"Ugh, shut up."

"... maybe you can't read a lot of words, you"

"I can read it! … well. I'm not good at writing though."

"Uh..."

Speaking of which, she's the daughter of a rough pirate. Cultivation seems so remote.

Well, to put it that way, polka is never rich in education either.

Church temple studies are free to participate, and some people don't go through at all.

My mother hates studying. I still teach myself to read and write calculations to make sure I wear them, but I also hear stories about how it's hard to collect taxes because no one can read in a smaller rural settlement.

But I don't know if Naia will teach me. 'Cause it's not my mother tongue for Naia.

When I say that, I teach in church. Laurie also teaches in Northwestern, even though her mother tongue is elf.

"But it's time to be able to read Mr. Smythson's name as inexorably as it is, right?"

Naia says so and smiles.

... Ah. Right. My name.

I mean, you're starting to tell everyone that you have a collar...

And all three of us here are prospective grantees.

Some female slaves are going to get angry when I get it because I can't read the letters engraved on my collar... I don't know how to thank you.

I see...... I mean, pressure.

Yeah, you already made it? But I can't give it to you right now, and Serene and Sevory will do the scheduling and venue adjustments, so even if they put that much pressure on you, right?

"… be, how about a snack for your study breath"

I'll give you a bun full of cloth wrap.

"Wow."

"I did it."

"I'll have it!

And the hungry children instantly ate up about 20 buns.

Even though the buns are quite large. I don't have half the appetite of young kids who like sweetness.

I'll be a little neat before I go to Sevory's. It's time for the tavern to open.

The fact that I asked Selene to take the collar award step would have passed on to Sevory as well. Even in the sense of checking the horizontal connections, I dare you to stay with Sevory and discuss the steps.

If you're not close enough to tell the story, you have to take it.... call me to bed with you.

And as soon as I got to the tavern thinking about the slightest thing, Sevory rushed over.

"Master, in a good place"

"Hmm?"

"I've narrowed it down to three."

"... yeah, what"

"We're gonna have a collar awards ceremony, right?

... Worry was hard to get over. And before I say it, they're already picking up the venue.

Reliable. But I want you to cheer me up a little while you mix me up.

"If it's your husband's house or a cat mansion, you can't do it anymore."

"... yeah"

There's 30 of them. I'm afraid there aren't 30 of them in there and not a small room.

"So one is outdoors. Somewhere in the grasslands south of the city while the snow was still far away."

"Do you do it with open air!?

We all do this naked, don't we?

Not level from the start?... No, most of the kids this time already. Have they experienced outdoor exposure behavior? Everyone is a dragon except the three of us here in the first place, so the sense of crisis about being seen by people is dim.

No, you shouldn't be convinced of that.

"That's nashi. I don't want an unlimited increase in perverted levels. It's only a ceremony as a jerk."

"Right. I also agreed with Mr Selene that I was going to say something like that. And then there's the village of the junction cell. And the deepest part of the Sacred Beast Labyrinth."

"Whether or not to involve Breakcore"

"Yes."

If you want me to join you, it's the Sacred Beast Labyrinth.

But the meadow over the Sacred Beast Labyrinth is too ineligible for a woman named 30 to rally dignified and naked, although a breakcore can exist without having to do anything in particular. Elves that originally have magical qualities are prone to phantom tears, and some of them mix Irina and Christie. The holding as it is there is too rigid.

The deepest part of the Sacred Beast Labyrinth takes a little time to dive, but people and disturbances will be difficult to get into. What a name for everyone to come in. I want to teach the new female slaves memories of the fight against Blakecore, or something.

It seems Irina stands out that Blakecore himself will need a little patience to get there because it's not that far or long since it's not already a point of release of his mind, he can do anything with a light burden.

"The neck is a little far away, isn't it? Carriers are good because there are lots of dragons... but the silver Raymond and the red Marc may not look good in passing the silver dragons to the back of the woods."

"Raymond...... Marc......"

"I'm the successor to Master Gusto and Mr. Diel. Remember that."

"Wow, I haven't forgotten. Yeah, yeah."

I'm sorry. I just forgot. I wonder if I've spoken properly to the new clan chief named Raymond.

"Marc is certainly Irina's childhood tame. Isn't Irina supposed to be able to contain it?"

"Well, maybe... on the contrary, I was worried that you might get in the way, Master Christie."

"Ahhh......"

Sure. A little date, no. I guess I was at that rate with the tourist information.

It's a weird mistake for everyone but me to pass in a woman's loft... it's not even a mistake, it's a sad ceremony.

Anyway, maybe you'll take a look and complain. I want to avoid whispering.

Raymond, the new head of the family of silver... has to manage to fold even the proposed junction cell, not the proposed sacred beast labyrinth.

They're not blue. They're going to go through six dragons, so this one might say something too. But silver is a subordinate family member of the Blue Dragon, so my hand in getting Mr. Brohl to talk to me... No, but hey. Not a good way to rely on intimidating dragons.

I guess you should go talk to him out of my mouth first.

"Surprisingly, there's a problem..."

"Nearly 40 people..."

...... yeah?

"Yeah?"

"Huh? That's about it, right?

Sevory got it right.

"This time, two brave men and Gala the Lion Beast, Emma Lleida, Leila Corti, Shario."

I mix the shario flat.

"And Mr. Gloria will definitely want to see it, and Mr. Knoll and Mr. Cosmos and Mr. Mira and Mr. Seema and Mr. Luchino will wear collars, right? And come on, Azelle and Liselle need to give you a collar, too. Said Selene, too, and then, you know, the dark elf guy who shrunk from super mega-size."

Even the lady is in there even though it has nothing to do with it. No, other than that, we're all different.

"You have a lot of wrong info!?

"Oh, really?

"We haven't talked about making everyone a female slave since Shario!

"But we're all invited by now, right?

"Whatever you're gonna do, you're gonna piss me off."

"Really?"

You can't put it in the clutter. You can't do that. It's a ritual to distinguish the body from the rest.

... no, maybe selenium, we all want to drag in instead of wanting to distinguish...!?

(cont 'd)