What did you do with the dice?

"What do you want to do?"

"This is delicious. My elves all said it was good after trying it. Haven't you tried it?"

"Oh, you're thinking of reconciling with just a little food? We, the noble pure-blooded elves, will never surrender to an elf-killing murderer like you!"

Rusalka: "But my territory is full of pure-blooded elves. I support a team of rangers like you. They work for me and get paid. They are very happy every day. They even say, 'I am so happy here that I don't miss the forest.' What's going on?"

"That shows their lack of faith and patriotism."

"Does faith and patriotism dictate that you can't eat the fancy food humans give you?"

"......" The elf was stunned: "It seems not."

"Then why don't you come and eat? I'm not going to hit you. If I wanted to harm you, I would have had Phoenix kill you long ago. It's okay for us to chat. I came here specifically to send those elves back home. I'm so sincere. Is this how you elves treat guests and the benefactors who took in your compatriots?"

Up to this point, the elf's logic still kept up with Rusalka's sophistry: "You were the one who captured them, and you still have the nerve to call yourself our benefactor?"

Rusalka: "Then I also fed and watered them well, not missing a single one. Do you elves think it's your right to eat and drink for free in my house? Look, I didn't ask you for a ransom, and I didn't hurt them. How can you say I captured them? They clearly came to my house to eat for free. I didn't restrict their personal freedom. I just brought them here for the right reason. If you don't believe me, go ask them."

"Huh? You're slandering us! We, the noble elves, don't need charity from you humans. Okay, even if what you said is true, let's be fair. For the sake of my compatriots being released by you, I agree to sit down and talk with you, but I will never forgive your actions in my heart."

Rusalka saw her coming down from the windowsill and shooting a wooden arrow towards her.

He thought that this stupid elf was inviting him to a sacred warrior duel, and he was very happy. He started to think about how to deal with her.

Just when he was thinking about whether to tie her up and put her in a gift box to give to his good brother, he saw that the arrow did not hit him at all, but turned flexibly in the air, pierced the puff in his hand, strung it together, and flew back to her hand.

She pulled the puff off the arrow and took a bite. She licked the cream on her lips and showed a satisfied expression. "It's quite sweet. The taste is strange, but it's really delicious. You, the human Duke, are quite polite. I am very satisfied with this tribute. What is the name of this thing?"

Rusalka thought that this was the elf he knew, it was just right.

Benítez was stunned. "Huh? Don't elves only eat fruits and vegetables? Why do they like cream puffs? Do cream puffs grow on the trees in the Elf Forest?"

He had always provided the elves with the freshest special dishes, but had never considered giving them this kind of dessert, fearing that it would not suit their appetite.

However, the reason why Rusalka knew about this was because Shana and Alice asked to eat it, and their knowledge came from those messy novels, especially the "cream puff" thing, which had some extended meanings. Naturally, they were impressed and always wanted to see what this special food was like: How did humans make a food that was both delicious and astringent?

It turns out that I still don’t understand the astringent//emotional part, but it is really delicious.

Other elves basically don't look at these things. They have no money when they go out, and they won't buy things in human markets. Even if they occasionally go to take a look, these sweets with heavy oil and sugar are high-end products made only by aristocratic families. They have no access to them at all, so their understanding of these things is limited.

Rusalka: (I understand. All worldviews are actually derivatives of the Pokémon worldview, and the Poké Balls in this world are actually puffs: they are all round and can be used to catch Pokémon.)

"Well, do you want to come home with me?"

The elf was a little confused: "Why do you want to live with me? Are you proposing to me?"

"You elves are all mentally unstable, right? But I can't refuse to die. After all, I have a friend..."

Sanita: (If you keep talking, you will lose this friend!)

"Well, I have a brother who is very interested in the elves and is looking for a large number of elven spouses."

Sanita: (Damn it.)

After licking the butter off his fingers, the elf sneered at Rusalka, "Oh, that's just how you humans are. All you do is think about reproduction and internal strife. You take up so many resources but don't know how to cherish them. If only we elves had so much land, there would be no fighting and killing in the world."

Rusalka gave her a thumbs-up. "That's right. I also think the All-Elf Bar and the All-Elf Gym are promising."

"What a mess. So what exactly do you want to talk to me about? Is it about your human second prince or the election of our great elder?"

Benítez was listening at the door. When he heard the elf reveal all his family wealth to Rusalka, he almost lost his breath and quickly asked to be excused: "I'll go get some refreshments for you two. You two can chat slowly."

Rusalka actually wanted to talk to them about accepting the elves she brought with her, and mentioned that Sanita wanted to do business with them to see what they liked.

But the two new words that came out of her mouth immediately piqued his interest - these two topics sounded like they were quite interesting.

"Come on, there are plenty of puffs, let's talk about it."

Chapter 439 Multi-layered World Tree

It turned out that ever since Huafalin's death, the Elf Forest had been in chaos. Everyone wanted to become the new great elder, and for this reason, it was divided into several factions, all of which were fighting openly and secretly.

In addition, the black dragon seemed to be staying in the Elf Forest and didn't want to leave, which was another troublesome matter.

In fact, the black dragon did not break through the fog formation, but was trapped in it. However, she was different from the other dragons. Seeing that she could not find a way out, she simply gave up. Or perhaps her original purpose was to use the characteristics of the fog formation to hide her movements from being discovered by Dragon Island. Anyway, she created a poisonous swamp, soaked in it and started to sleep. She would not move even if people tried to let her out.

The elves verbally threatened the dragon several times, but failed to convince the other party. The dragon just verbally agreed to leave after a while, and then continued to turn over and sleep, not taking them seriously at all.

It is not impossible to expel it by force, but considering that the election for the Grand Elder is imminent, she is unwilling to send her own direct line to fight against this black dragon which does not seem to pose any threat and is just a disgusting thing that occupies a piece of land. This makes Her Majesty the Queen very embarrassed and she is forced to speed up the process and start the election ceremony for the Grand Elder.

These things, which are considered to be of high priority by the elves, leave them no time to care about Rusalka's affairs.

As for the "remnants" of the Great Elder's lineage, when the news of Huafalin's death came, they went their separate ways and were dispersed under the command of other elders.

The elf ate puff after puff from Rusalka while talking nonstop. He finished by saying, "Of course, we elves never owe favors to others. Since you've brought me so many offerings, I'd like to remind you, as a personal reminder, that after the Great Elder's death, her remnants are not welcome in the forest. And until a new Great Elder is elected, Her Majesty doesn't really want them back."

Rusalka: "I'm a little curious. Why do you care so much about whether or not to become the Great Elder? Is there any reason for it?"

In his eyes, the Elf Forest is not small, and it is only this big. They have such a small population and do not have any feudal aristocracy system. How charming is this great elder? They are so excited about the title that they almost want to break their ears. They even don't care about the lives of so many of their fellow tribesmen who are "exiled" in the Pearl Tear Territory.

"That's the position of Grand Elder, a position below the Queen and above all spirits. Becoming a Grand Elder means you have your own team of rangers, personally commanding them on missions, having them hand in the spoils, enjoying the sweetest fruits of their labor. You don't even have to make the arrows yourself."

Rusalka seemed to have suddenly discovered her blind spot. "Then the elves under my command who are good at their jobs have their own teams, numbering in the hundreds. They can personally command the soldiers to carry out their missions and have them hand in the spoils before distributing them. As for the fruit you mentioned, no matter how sweet it is, can it be as sweet as a cream cake? And my soldiers never have to make their own equipment. The arrows I give to the elves are all specially made."

The elf was stunned for a long time after hearing Rusalka's words. After frowning and thinking hard for a while, he said, "How can it be the same? The elders command noble pure-blooded elves, while your soldiers are just inferior humans. They are useless. No matter how many there are, they cannot reflect the honor of being a high elf."

Rushaka was immediately impressed. She had become so used to being fawned over by others in Snidy recently that it was fun to change things up occasionally. She immediately gave her a thumbs-up and said, "Wow, you're so brave! You're much tougher than the elves in our family. You're this."

"Well, of course. I'm a ranger of the 'Florence' squadron, Her Majesty the Queen's personal guard. I'm a high-ranking pureblood elf, and I'm different from the other elves."

"You pure-blood elves are divided into upper and lower ranks?"

"Of course, apart from the elders and Her Majesty who live in the innermost layer, only those living on the first and second layers of the World Tree can call themselves superior species. The third and fourth layers can only be said to be standard pure-blooded elves. Those above the fifth layer are just self-proclaimed pure-bloods in name only. What's the difference between these guys who can't even enter the Forest Ranger Team and those wild elves outside?"

"Which floor are you from?"

She held her head high and said proudly, "Of course it's one floor!"

She seemed very interested in this topic. Before Rusalka even asked, she continued, "It's all because of the Second Elder's bloodline purification plan. Some wild elves with some abilities have come to live in the World Tree. As a high elf rooted beneath the World Tree, I absolutely do not approve of those guys from the stinking Outer Forest coming to the World Tree to beg for food!"

After hearing this, Rusalka couldn't hold back at all and spit the tea in his mouth all over the floor with a "Puff", causing the elf opposite to look at him with disgust: "Ugh, so dirty."

He laughed and said to Sanitta: (Oh my god, brother, I don’t know why my knees suddenly went weak just now, and I almost knelt down to this guy.)

This time, Sanita didn't blame Rusalka. This elf from the first ring of the World Tree, no, the first floor of the World Tree was indeed a bit outrageous.

Does it mean that the purer the elves' bloodline, the dumber they are? What's the principle behind this?

"Come here, tsk tsk, come here, cat!" Rusalka called Phoenix in, whose face was full of unhappiness. The latter turned into a black mist and floated in from the window, standing next to Rusalka, wanting to see what he was going to do.

Then, she heard Rusalka ask the elf with some respect: "Sir, what do you think of the orcs?"

What does it mean? You call the crickets in and they come by themselves?

There was no outsider here, only an elf who was almost a corpse in her eyes, so Phoenix rubbed Rusalka's head hard without any courtesy.

The elf was quite outspoken. Perhaps because Puff was drunk or something, he suddenly became incredibly bold. He even dared to point fingers at Phoenix, who had previously been afraid to look him in the face. His mouth was full of stereotypes: "Barbaric, backward, uneducated bandit."

Rusalka slammed the table. He tried to control his expression and appear angry, but the lingering aura of the Jingye hadn't faded yet, and he couldn't help but laugh out loud. "What gives you the right to say that, Cat? Just because there are no manhole covers in the El Empire, do you discriminate against the entire Filin tribe? Your AoE is a sign of lack of quality! Haha."

The elf was a little confused: "Huh? What are Ouyi and manhole covers? And I didn't specifically mention the Filin tribe. I think all orcs are the same."

"Oh, I don't know about the other orc tribes either. I'm just clarifying for the Filin tribe." Rusalka quickly pressed her hands to the corners of her mouth, took a deep breath, and said, "Besides, don't I know if you have any specific references in secret? Right, Phoenix?"

Phoenix's target of hatred was just now locked on the elf. After Rusalka said this, somehow, her body's instinct told her that she should kill him first.

"You weird guy, alright, alright, do you have anything else to ask? If not, get out of here and don't disturb my rest."

Rusalka: "You've only said half of what you said. There's also the matter of the second prince."

The elf's words became tight-lipped again. This time, she wasn't going to take the "Pokeball" Rusalka handed her. "Her Majesty the Queen has instructed us not to tell anyone other than the mission target. Give up."

Rusalka: "Who is the target of the mission?"

She snorted softly, "I'm sorry I won't obey the Queen's orders!"

Rusalka: (Brother, her mouth is so hard, but it looks so soft. Come over here quickly and use your invincible tongue to pry open her cherry mouth that probably tastes like fruit!)

Sanitieta: (Stupid, you two are really evenly matched. What's the difference between her just telling everything? Whose house do you think she's living in now? And guess who she's communicating with?)

Rusalka thought that was the reason, but she couldn't admit that she was on the same level as the elf. That would be too shameful, so she said: "Brother, you see, I deliberately gave you the opportunity to interrogate the other party, but you are really useless. There is no tacit understanding between you and me."

Sani Iron Tower: (If we have a tacit understanding, we're doomed. By the way, can you help me ask about the characteristics of the fog array? But don't ask directly. I believe you shouldn't be that stupid. Oh, forget it, how about this, I'll just teach you.)

Rusalka closed her open mouth and the words that were about to come out of her throat: "Then let me ask you, what are the characteristics of the fog formation?"

After Sanita sent him the answer, he read it out, "Having said that, I don't think this fog formation is that strong. It can't even stop a mere dragon. I killed three dragons in Kalbes."

"Oh, foolish human, our great mist formation has been passed down from ancient times to this day. Anyone who is not an elf is forbidden to enter. Unless Her Majesty the Queen is willing to let you in, otherwise, no matter how strong you are, you will be trapped inside."

"Being the queen is quite tiring. Every time you go home, she has to come and let you in. What's the difference between her and my doorman?"

"How dare you! How dare you slander the Queen of our clan like this? Humph, you ignorant fellow! Are you trying to trick me into telling you the mechanics of the Mist Array?"

Rusalka: (Sir, this elf seems very smart!)

But before Sanita could send the next step to the solution, the elf continued, "But it's okay to tell you the truth. This fog array was created by the power of Elune. Your Majesty doesn't need to do anything personally. As long as you are an elf, you will not be affected by it at all."

Rusalka: (Sir, the information just now is false.)

Mentioning the Great Mist Array would make even the elves in the slave market raise their heads with pride, let alone this pure-blooded elf living on the first floor. He looked as if he could not help but snort as he boasted non-stop, "Do you still think you won't get lost with an elf guide? Absolutely wrong! If you're not an elf, even if you drag someone in, it's useless. The ritual will automatically identify your race and swallow you up, leaving you unable to escape."

"But if you really want to come in and visit, you must swear to apologize to our compatriots who died because of you. Based on your sincerity, I will decide whether to report this to Her Majesty the Queen."

Rusalka smiled and drew her greatsword towards the elf: "Oh, the implication is that you seem to be useless~"

"Varied--"

Phoenix's dagger was against her throat, causing her to scream angrily at Rusalka, "You despicable human! You actually went back on your word!"

"I only promised to give you food. How could I go back on my word? As the saying goes, you should eat your fill before you can start your journey."

Rusalka walked over and gently tapped the anxious and angry elf on the head with the blade of her greatsword. She laughed and said, "Of course I was joking. Go away, Phoenix, let her go. Let's not bother with the elves. What if she's a friend or relative of one of our elves? Killing an elf is too troublesome. If you kill one, you have to kill her entire family. By the way, what's your name?"

Phoenix seemed to struggle for a long time before slowly putting down the dagger, but she did not put away the weapon. Instead, she observed whether it was necessary for her to kill first and ask for permission later.

"You human, and this orc, remember this! I, Kyleel, the Three-Ring Sharpshooter, will definitely avenge you for humiliating me!"

"Silly child, that's not the way to say harsh words. At least run away before you yell. Give me some face."

Rusalka shrugged, picked her up before she could even run, and threw her out the window. "Goodbye, Miss Three-Ring Sharpshooter."

The elf was quite capable. Even though it was thrown out by Rusalka, it quickly adjusted its posture in the air, tapped its toes, and landed silently. Then it quickly drew its bow and shot an arrow into the wall next to Rusalka, and then ran away without looking back.

Rusalka pulled out a small loud speaker and shouted, "Miss Three-Ring Sharpshooter, has anyone ever told you that the way you threatened me with your arrows was just like being a spoiled child!"

The green figure staggered, and then three arrows flew past Rusalka's head and ears, and hit the wall to form a triangle.

This time she really ran far.

Rusalka didn't care about the arrow that was shot out as a vent of anger. After she finished shouting, she laughed and thought, the elves are so weird. How come there is someone named "Three-Ring Sharpshooter"?

Sanitieta: (Stupid, that's just a title. They don't have the concept of family, so where did the surname come from?)

Oh, her name is Caryl.

Rusalka was happy, but soon she realized that there seemed to be something wrong with what she had just said. Phoenix's tail, which was slamming on the ground like a steel pipe, and the black mist-wrapped daggers in her hands seemed to clearly tell him her true thoughts at the moment:

You may think that the elf's behavior just now was to act cute to you, but if I, Phoenix, say I will hit you, I will hit you and will never let you misunderstand that it is to act cute.

"Hey—don't come over here!"

Chapter 440: Give me a cigarette at the middle gate

For Benítez, who was sitting opposite Rusalka, there were two pieces of news, one good and one bad.

Good news: the lingering elf is gone.

Bad news: He disappeared after talking to Rusalka.

"That elf has already confessed everything, and I have already sent her to where she should go. It's your turn next."

Rusalka's aura and reputation, coupled with Phoenix sharpening her knife nearby, made Benítez's nerves crumble. He was so frightened that he disregarded his dignity and status and fell to his knees before Rusalka, prostrating himself. "Your Majesty, it's my fault. I shouldn't have given in to the elves. Please spare my life for the sake of the many people who have survived here thanks to the forest."

"Stop talking nonsense and tell me the truth. What's going on with the Second Prince?"

Benítez immediately swore and cursed with all the most powerful words in his life, saying that he had just learned about this matter recently and that it had nothing to do with him.

The elves captured the second prince "Mebius Darkanis Quirion" from somewhere, saying that they had performed a blood purification ceremony on him, and now they want him to return to the country of Sneidi to take the throne that rightfully belongs to him.

She went around to the nobles, and they were all very mean. Due to the intimidation of the elven rangers, they did not dare to refuse openly, so they all made excuses, saying that they had no right to represent the nobles. The real manager nearby was actually the lord of the city of Advincher, Viscount Davin, and you had to convince him first.

Benítez turned his head at this point and added, "Actually, I've always felt that the eldest prince, Sirixes, deserves to be king. Quirion is far inferior to him."