Chapter 424: 8. The Knight of Albion (15)

It is not uncommon for intelligent races to live together and give birth to mixed-race children. In areas where years of war and famine have severely lost the male and young labor force, interracial mixed-race children are even more common-whether voluntary or As a result of unilateral violence, neither orcs nor dwarves are rare, but half-elves are really rare.
Not rare, rare, but almost non-existent.
Regardless of the scarcity of elves and living habits away from the crowd, we will not discuss the discrimination and extinction policies of mankind against elves. Suppose that an elf mother is fortunate to give birth to a half-elf descendant. The first thing the child’s parents and elders do is Kill this new life—usually by falling to death, some areas are strangled or smothered, and each place has its own practice, but the result is the same.
The reason is simple. I don’t want to be grown up by children who are intolerant on both sides through abuse and discrimination, and I don’t want the ancient blood line that is already in danger to be destroyed by the blood of abominable human beings.
Under cruel and helpless thinking, it is impossible for a half-elf to grow up smoothly, and the chance of being hit by Roland is negligible.
"Half elf?"
I whispered a vocabulary that only exists in the legends and data files in Yalfheim. Roland hugged the girl and hurried to the bath. The hot spring will be open for up to half an hour. You must return before the commotion. There.
Striding out, the leaves underneath remained unmoved, and the body jumped into the air. It was a girl who didn't lose half an elf, completely surpassing the limits of ordinary human physics, high to a horrible jump, and stood firm on the branches of giant trees.
It is hard to believe that this is something humans can do while hiding the atmosphere while galloping through the forest at high speed.
"Yes, my mother and Chevrolet are elves living by the lake, and my father is Britannia...knight."
Encased in the teenager's coat and arms, the half-elf girl said softly.
Slim limbs and blown skin. Silky silky flowing blonde short hair, pure and dirty beauty-it is indeed a girl of a good family, if it is a princess of a small country, in order to avoid annoying official duties, slip into the street in micro clothes to enjoy a day of leisure, it is estimated that it can also allow People believe.
"That...! This is the first time I have spoken in elven language with someone other than my mother, so...!!! I'm sorry. It's not very good, and I'm sorry for the things I did before!"
Snuggled in the arms of a foreign boy, the girl's elven language is fluent, but it is not fluent enough because it is too excited.
(Maybe she is actually a very shy type?)
The mouth responded to "Nothing", and Roland, who was always aware of the girl's heart, finally noticed this. Looking down at the shy and flushed face, one can't help but think of the cat.
It’s not about being pampered, always lying lazily on the mat, and ignoring the people around you-a cold and aristocratic cat like Minerva. It's like a kitten who was curious about everything, lively and naughty, and aroused the protection of others.
(Wow, take a closer look. What a lovely girl...no, what am I thinking about?!)
The heterosexual relationship is surprisingly good and can be called the ultimate peach blossom physique. Therefore, all kinds of "female men" were recruited to form the Harem Shura regiment, tense nerves every day-Roland has already suffered from the erosion and crushing of daily life, and then joined a half-elf called monster-level physical strength? This is not a good idea.
Shaking his head secretly, Roland adjusted his thinking to the mode of a gentleman and a decent gentleman, and put his adoptive father's "angelic gentle and harmless smile" on the heads of all the girls she knew and knew, and the stomach pockets suddenly shrunk into a ball of pain, ending the instinctive instinct.
I do not know Roland is fighting. The girl was immersed in the joy of meeting someone who could accept her unclean existence, while not forgetting to look at the teenager with the eyes of the warrior.
The conclusion can only be described as unbelievable-the juvenile has a toughness that is almost foul.
The shapely slender limbs are exceptionally strong and the toughness is unusual. After taking a punch with his full strength, he was able to move himself quickly without sweating or panting.
These can also be explained by their excellent physical fitness, which can flash through the joint gaps of various security inspection methods. Ingeniously use the structural weaknesses of the technique to advance at the right pace-this can only be described as shock.
Not being able to perform magic, a mother who has a high level of research in magic theory and technique development has told her that there are not many people who use magic and martial arts to fight at the same time. It has even evolved a combined magic system like the reinforcement system. But there are few people who are good at understanding the magic structure and can use minimal movement and physical loss to defend and counter enemy spells.
This is because the magician and the warrior are developed by separate technical systems. The magician who is proficient in lightning strikes does not understand how to wield his sword, and he is good at using a spear gun to understand how to interfere with the spirit of the enemy and make it crazy, even though development has been strengthened. It is impossible to solve the fundamental predicament by overcoming magic and equipment with additional magic effects.
"The only exception is the brave, the agent of the will of the mind, who possesses both extraordinary physical fitness and an unusually large capacity for consciousness, the darling of fate chosen by the mother goddess. Only they can truly balance magic and martial arts."
The mother’s gentle words echoed in her head. Will the boy in front of him be the legendary
braver
?
"Here it is." The soft voice came down from the top of the head, and the maiden girl who had come back gently "huh" and looked at the hot spring with a little joy and loss.
(If you can spend more time, say something more...)
Regret arose in my heart, and then I was pressured by my sense of responsibility.
"Be careful next time, but this is a human society, don't take off your magical props brazenly."
After letting the girl down and telling him, the handsome young man’s back disappeared in the air, remembering that he didn’t know the other party’s name, and didn’t tell him his name. The young girl soaked in the hot spring panned.
"At least know the name..."
Mumbling~EbookFREE.me~ There was a urging sound outside the bathroom, and the sharp Albian language instantly blocked the girl's feelings.
"Master Lance Luodai, time is coming."
"I know, this is what came out."
There is no hollow sound echoing in the bathroom, wipe the body dry, wrap the female body features with the chest wrap cloth, put on the magic prop earrings left by the mother, and the dressing mirror is no longer the weak girl, the heroic hair, the eye-catching teenager The knight took a deep breath, and the quiet and serious breath dominated the body and mind.
What is that boy who knows the elven language, the adventure that just made my heart beat, the residual feeling of running in the wind with the fragrance of trees and trees-leaving all these behind, the round table knight Lance Luodai is thinking about it at the moment Only the Cavaliers and the game three days later. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point (m) to vote for recommendation and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation. For mobile phone users, please read at m.)
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