Elven Reaper

"Then please wait a moment, I can't find it here." Miranda said.

Akto gave her a sunny smile: "Trouble."

The red-haired Miranda walked directly into the small bar diagonally opposite the door.

The small bar has a small facade and is not big inside. The lights are dim and it looks dirty.

There is a layer of black sludge on the floor, walls, tables, chairs and benches that has not been cleaned for who knows how many years.

The owner of the bar was sitting at the bar, dozing off.

"Hey, Hank," red-haired Miranda clicked the tabletop of the bar with her middle finger knuckles.

The bar owner's name is Hank, a thin middle-aged man with a mean face.

Hank woke up with a start and immediately saw the red-haired Miranda.

He suddenly became energetic: "Oh, my dear Miranda, you came a little early today, so let's get started, baby, use your long legs to break my waist, okay?"

After saying that, a pair of small eyes scanned Miranda's long legs without any obstruction.

The red-haired Miranda looked around to see if there was no one, and then said softly: "Don't make trouble Hank. I'm telling you, there's a big fish coming."

The bar owner Hank didn't care and continued: "Dear Miranda, if you think my second brother is too small, I still have nimble fingers. I hope you can hurt my whole arm."

Miranda slapped a gold coin directly on the bar.

Hank was startled by the crisp sound. He twisted the gold coin, raised it up to look at it, and then casually said: "One gold coin, only two thousand German dollars, why don't you make such a fuss?"

Miranda had very large pores on her face, grinned her red lips, and said with a smile: "That little handsome guy must be more than just a gold coin. Don't you believe my ability to read people?"

Hank nodded and looked at the gold coins blankly. Suddenly, the obscene and evil look on his face was swept away, replaced by fierceness and cruelty.

"Of course I believe in your vision. Are you a nobleman who is ignorant of the world, or a little magician with low abilities but higher vision?" Hank asked.

Miranda stretched out her finger, lifted Hank's chin, and said with a charming look on her face: "Both."

A greedy and satisfied smile appeared on Hank's face.

Akto and the other three were waiting at the ticket office.

Finally, the door of the small bar opened, and red-haired Miranda walked out, holding a handful of bills in her hand.

"One gold coin is equal to two thousand German dollars. Here is one thousand eight hundred and eighty. Please keep it." Miranda said with a smile.

"Thank you." Akto put a bunch of colorful banknotes into the ring.

Miranda stared at Akto: "Do you know how to exchange one gold coin for three thousand German coins?"

Seeing Miranda's squinting expression, Akto had already guessed that this woman was teasing him again.

But he still pretended to be stunned and looked at Miranda.

Miranda smiled charmingly again: "Come to my room tonight, and your one gold coin will be turned into three thousand German dollars tomorrow morning."

Akto apologized awkwardly and changed the subject: "Well, when will the car come?"

Laura looked apologetic again here: "Dear Magician, I forgot to tell you again, there is only one bus to Couric City a day, leaving at nine in the morning."

Akto rubbed the back of his head in embarrassment: "Then aren't we going to stay in the market town for one night?"

The old woman also had an embarrassed expression on her face. Their grandparents had already troubled Akto too much.

"In that case, let's go and get a room in the hotel first." Akto put his hands behind his head and led the way towards the small hotel.

Laura and Richard's grandson and grandson followed closely behind.

Miranda raised her eyebrows and looked at Akto's back, feeling even more happy and unconsciously smiling.

He is indeed a little idiot who doesn't know much about the world. He has such a beautiful face for nothing.

After tonight, the money you have is mine.

The hotel room was very small, with only a small bed and a small bedside table.

The walls were peeling off and the crib was shaking wildly.

The quilt had a musty smell.

The environment is so bad, but the price is not cheap, a full eighty yuan a night.

He knew clearly that it was the hotel owner who was bullying him and trying to trick him, but Akto still paid the bill happily.

If not for anything else, Akto's goals were Poke City and the Mage Tower, and he didn't bother to worry about other things that could be settled with money.

The quilt on the bed had circles of yellow watermarks, and Akto couldn't help but feel a chill.

He took off the bedding on the bed, put on the ones he brought, and lay on the bed, smelling the clean and fragrant smell, and he thought of Haianna again.

Regardless of the other.

Aktor took out the quill and paper, dipped the pen in ink, and began to write in Elvish on the paper.

September 601, 9 in the Chinese New Calendar, was sunny.

On the first day out of the Elf Forest, to be honest, I felt very anxious.

I saw an ordinary country peasant woman take out a gun and kill a wild beast that tried to attack her.

Then I saw banknotes and tickets again.

My heart has always been shocked.

What other aircraft and cannons will I see in the future?

What is certain is that the information that Senior Messiah brought back from the outside world sixty years ago is completely out of date.

The outside world is developing at a rapid pace, but the elves hold on to their splendid ancient culture and are slowly waiting to die.

My heart is filled with infinite melancholy.

The quill brush was written on the paper.

Finally, Akto sighed softly, dried the ink on the paper, put away the paper and pen, turned over and lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling blankly.

The mainland used the Third Holy War of Light as a starting point to formulate a new calendar.

Year 601 of the New Calendar was the 601st year when the elves were massacred. Every time he thought of this number, Akto always felt extremely sad.

In fact, he also thought that he was just an outsider, and he didn't care about the grievances of the elves. He could only be responsible for living a free and unrestrained life.

But he met Messiah, married Haiana, and became the Elf King.

Then the fate of the elves should be firmly tied to themselves.

Just thinking wildly like this, Akto gradually fell into a deep sleep.

The deep sleep state is also a meditative state.

When you wake up again.

Opening the broken window, Akto saw that it was already dark outside.

Looking sideways, I saw that most of the shops on the street had their lights turned off. Only small bars and shops selling dried meat, grains, etc. still had their lights on.

Since there was nothing to do, Akto decided to go to the bar.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw Richard standing outside Akto's door, fiddling with the corners of his clothes listlessly.

"Hey, Richard, do you have anything to do with me?" Akto pulled the door open.

Little Richard was suddenly startled and said with a simple smile: "Mr. Magician, grandma said she wanted to call you to eat, but she was afraid of disturbing your rest, so she asked me to wait for you here."

Akto asked: "You have been waiting here all afternoon."

Richard lowered his head and clasped his hands with a shy smile on his face: "Yes."

Looking at Richard's innocent and simple face, Akto felt moved in his heart.

"Thank you, and thank you Mrs. Laura. You go back to your room and rest, and I'll go to the bar." Akto said.