The fifth king of the elves

Chapter 842 842. Stories, reflected in reality

Night Demon fell in love with these figures that can be displayed in three dimensions at first sight. They are no longer patterns in albums, but joy that can be touched.

Although the first figurine he found was a defective product, missing a leg, and couldn't stand without a support, he insisted on making a wooden support himself to make her stand up.

There is nothing he can do with his legs. After all, his abilities are limited.

The defective products did not affect his enthusiasm. He was not satisfied with the paper classification, but secretly looked for the missing figures in other categories.

Most of the ones that could be abandoned had various problems, so for so long, the only ones that were intact in the hands of the Night Demon were the two that Darkrai saw at the beginning.

The Night Demon doesn't like to play tricks on people, his greatest hobby is to be alone as an elf.

His companions during the night watchman period were no longer willing to play with him after he evolved into a night demon, and he got used to being alone as time went by.

In the past, there were many grass-type elves active in this area, and the night monsters could watch walking grass gatherings, trumpet buds dancing, and you could also see dancing electric fireflies and sweet couples at night.

However, as more and more ghost elves were active in this area, the grass elves either sought shelter from the rotten wood demon or left the vicinity.

Without daily entertainment, and with such a long lifespan, the night demons quickly became addicted to these things as soon as they came into contact with them.

For this unique hobby, he has a greater sense of distance from other ghost-type elves. When talking about him, he only leaves the impression that the night demon always goes out with a black bag on his back.

In fact, the night demons don't need a big black bag. After all, every time they go to steal garbage, after some screening, they don't need much.

He just found that if he used a big bag to pack his things, he would feel that the trip was very fruitful when he returned, so he chose the big one specially.

Even if nothing is found, the big bag hanging on his body can give him a kind of comfort.

The joy of finding a large-scale color illustration is the same as finding a favorite picture album and flipping through a new figure.

They are like gems buried under the sand, and the moment they are unearthed inadvertently, the joy of harvesting is indescribable.

The first colored illustration of the Night Demon slipped out while flipping through the book after taking it home. After unfolding it, he realized that it was a painting several times larger than the small book.

However, many of the coloring pages were crumpled by the trash throwers and could not be seen. There were not many that the Night Demon could find.

He really doesn't know about the taste.

Lily, fencing?
He is not qualified to pick, and he will be happy for a long time if he can find it.

Darkley was silent, he decided to apologize for his actions just now.

While speaking, Night Demon looked at the figurine in his hand with a gentle expression, and an obvious smile could be seen in the one red eye.

He already regards picking up trash as a kind of fun, the only bright color in his boring and monotonous life.

He doesn't play tricks on people, doesn't hurt weak elves, and lives his own life in a dead house, using the cheapest way to obtain overwhelming happiness.

Luther wanted to know, what is Acerola's plan now?
Does the character of this night elf suit her wishes?
Acerola was still flipping through the manga.

"I also read this book in the library at Alola, and read it to the children. I really like the ending."

The night demon glanced at the title page, and suddenly moved excitedly to Acerola's side, nodding repeatedly.

Then he looked at Darkley in embarrassment.

He wanted to convey what he meant.

Darkrai readily helped him.

In this way, Acerola and Night Evil, with the help of Darkrai, a poor translator, struggled to discuss the ending.

There were not a few words in total, but the two sides talked for almost 2 minutes.

"I said Night Demon..." Acerola closed the manga and put it back in place, "Do you want to go to the outside world with me?"

The night demon was stunned, as if he was thinking carefully about the meaning of this sentence.

"You want to see the outside world, don't you?"

"This world is huge, not only the Tianguan Mountains, but also the garbage disposal plant on the outskirts of EMI City. The stories in the comics are far less exciting than what is happening now."

"Don't you want to know what interesting things were written in those text-filled books you threw away?"

Acerola smiled: "I will tell you later."

"In the future, you don't need to dig through garbage bags. I'll buy them for you. There are still many interesting comics and beautiful illustrations in this world. You haven't seen too many of them."

"We can earn money to buy the figures you like together. They are no longer incomplete, but will appear in front of you in their best appearance."

Acerola's smiling face suddenly matched the illustration in the night elf's mind.

It was also an initiation story about a boy who returns home after a series of journeys with his elves.

It's not passionate, and the ending is also very flat, just to talk about a slightly turbulent, but generally unremarkable journey.

At the end of the story, the boy said to the elf who accompanied him on the trip with such a smile, fortunately you have been by my side all the time.

The difference is that the boy's smile marks the end of the story.

Acerola's invitation at this moment is about to start.

It's like a story, reflected in reality.

The night demon looked at the tree hole reluctantly, the home where he had lived for almost ten years.

Acerola smiled slightly: "I'll help you move the things here, don't worry."

The Night Demon was silent for a while, and stuffed the two figurines into Acerola's hands. He didn't want to convey his intention through Darkrai, but wanted to express it himself.

The most precious thing was handed over to Acerola, which meant that the Night Demon was persuaded.

Acerola took out the elf ball, stuck it on the head of the Night Demon, and tapped it lightly.

Without shaking, the Night Demon just entered the Poké Ball.

When it reappeared, it was already helping Luther and Acerola carry the collection in the tree hole.

After the Qixi blue bird was hung with three big bags, the tree hole was emptied, and only the wall with the word "paper" left told later generations that someone had been here.

When Luther and Acerola were asking if the Tanabata Blue Bird felt too heavy, the Night Demon was staring back at the tree hole, still thinking about something.

"It's time to go." Acerola, who was holding the poke ball, reminded.

The night demon froze for a moment, then quickly floated to Acerola's side.

At the moment it was taken back by the elf ball, the night demon couldn't help but think.

What will his and Acerola's story be like?

(End of this chapter)