Black Knight From Blue Star

Chapter 247 The elf’s perception ability has failed

 De Vere walked in front, his waist twisted.

I don’t know if it was an illusion, but Hardy felt that Deville was more feminine than when they first met.

　　Deville was beautiful when we first met him, but he had more of Aijaka’s unique and fierce style.

 But now, there are a lot more feminine little moves, mixed with the natural wildness, forming a very weird temperament.

 It seems to be amorous, but not so artificial.

 Very interesting.

De Vere brought the two of them to the master bedroom on the second floor. The first thing they saw was a young man lying on the bed. His right leg was wrapped in a thick white cloth, and the whole room was filled with the smell of herbs.

　　is Charles Pell.

 When he saw Hardy, he reluctantly raised his upper body with both hands and said with a bitter smile: "I'm sorry, Mr. Hardy. I can only meet you in this way."

 “Why did you hurt your foot?” Hardy was a little surprised.

"Six days ago, a large number of Gray Orc slaves escaped. When I led the people to pursue them, they accidentally fell from a height. Although my life was not in danger, my right leg was fractured."

De Vere smiled helplessly at the side: "It's enough to let the militia pursue him. He has to show off."

Charles laughed even more awkwardly when he heard his wife complaining like this.

 Hardy asked curiously: "Why not use magical treatment?"

“All the light priests have been recruited to the front line.” Deville sighed softly: “It’s good to be able to find a witch doctor to help him use medicine now.”

At this time, Hardy looked at Philaire, who had been standing, and said, "Can you please treat his right leg?"

  All members of the elves are good at healing. This is the first natural magic they must master after they are born.

Filer nodded, stepped forward, and cast a green light to bless Charles.

 Then the green light gradually disappeared into his body.

 Healing spells are not miracles, they just use energy to speed up the body's self-healing process.

 For example, if a muscle injury has been injured for 30 days and treatment is used, the injury will usually be cured in three or four days.

 Charles felt much better, and he nodded to the elf Philare to express his gratitude.

Filaire smiled softly, and then retreated behind Hardy.

 In most cases, elven women don’t like to be in the limelight in front of men, nor do they like to be the center of attention.

 But there are occasional exceptions.

 The look in Deville's eyes when he looked at Philaire was no longer as unconvincing as before.

She is not an unreasonable person. Her previous dissatisfaction with Philaire was just due to women's desire to compare.

 Of course it can also be regarded as appearance anxiety.

 She has a bit of inferiority complex, and has a subconscious comparison with women with obvious 'civilized' temperaments like Madame Sissi and Philaire.

At this time, Charles yawned and said with half-squinted eyes: "Deville, take the two distinguished guests to rest first, and then prepare the dinner, and wait until I get up in the evening..."

 While talking, he fell asleep.

 Everyone present smiled knowingly.

 This is normal reality. After being treated by magic, the body's inner energy must be used to repair the injury, and the person may even become drowsy, which is not a big problem.

De Vere took the two of them to the guest room next to him and asked, "Are you together, or are you sharing a room?"

 “One room per person.” Hardy said with a smile.

Deville slightly raised the corners of his mouth and said, "Okay, these are the best guest rooms here. Don't worry, you two. I will arrange for clean bedding and clean water to come in immediately."

 After saying that, she pointed to the two guest rooms next to her, and then went to order her servants to do things.

Philadel and Hardy each chose an adjacent room.

 After a while, clean bedding and clean water were brought up one after another. Hardy took a shower and ran outside for two days. The smell of dust on his body was quite strong.

 After washing, he sat for a while, lying on the balcony, watching the farm life in the distance.

After a while, there was a knock on the door. He walked over and opened the door and found that it was Philaire.

 “Come in.” Hadi invited her into the house, and the two of them found chairs on the balcony to sit down.

 “Are you familiar with them?” Philaire asked with a smile.

 “I saved them once.”

"Is that so?" Philaire did not continue this topic, but asked: "I found that you know a lot, whether it is human, elven, or demon knowledge, you know a little bit about it. Isn't this right? This is the amount of knowledge a human teenager should have.”

 Hardy smiled softly: "I read a lot of books!"

Fileer was stunned for a while, because she could no longer sense whether Hardy was lying.

 After hesitating for a while, she asked in disbelief: "Are you a master?"

Hardy only realized at this time that Philaire was sensing whether he was lying!

 He looked at Philaire teasingly.

File'er couldn't resist Hardy's teasing eyes and stood up a little shyly: "I'm going back to the room first."

After saying that, she left, seemingly a little embarrassed.

 No longer as elegant and calm as before.

 Hardy did not stimulate her any more.

File'er in the previous life was teased too much and would bite people if she got aggressive.

Hady has been bitten several times, and after one bite, round teeth marks appeared.

Hardy lay on the bed and rested for a while, then heard a knock on the door. He thought Philaire was back again, but when he opened the door, he found it was Deville.

 She walked in and looked at Hadi's eyes, which were sparkling and full of joy.

 “I thought I would never see you again.” She smiled happily.

 “Do you know anything about Louisian County?”

De Vere sat down and said: "I know, I assigned it to you Francie. This matter has spread like crazy in our south of Aijaka. Although everyone understands the king's approach, there are still some complaints privately."

 “Do you have any complaints too?”

"It used to be. After all, no one likes to have a neighbor whose enemy is unknown to us." Deville smiled happily: "But not now. I feel very safe knowing that you are stationed there."

 That’s it.

Looking at the high-spirited Deville, Hardy felt that what she said was not a lie.

 The relationship between the two of them is very ambiguous, or the memory of that night is a beautiful thing for both of them, so the trust between the two of them is much higher than that of ordinary friends.

"I have to wake up Charles." Deville said happily: "We have prepared a sumptuous dinner below. I know you have something serious to talk about here. I believe Charles will not let you down."

Hardy nodded.

 Then Deville twisted his slender waist and left the room.

Hardy went to find Philaire next door, and she returned to her usual gentle and calm demeanor.

The two of them went down to the main hall and found that a sumptuous dinner had been prepared as Deville said.

Steak, lamb, grapes, wine...and desserts, etc.

There are four maids standing around, always on standby.

  In contrast, gray orcs have no right to be servants.

 (End of this chapter)