high castle elves

No, what virtue and ability do I have to be able to owe this person a debt?Alamir suddenly sat up from the bed, covered in cold sweat.

He is dreaming.

This thing is quite unusual. Whether it is a carefree elf or a psychic who can control the fragments of his own consciousness, conscious activities such as dreams in light sleep are quite rare for Alamir. of.

It can be said to be an omen, or a joke...

Regarding sleeping, this was once a strong evidence that his "parents" confirmed that he was not an elf. The nickname Alamir, who loves to sleep, was quietly circulated among the elves of his age.

There is a strange elf on Kaldor Mountain who loves to sleep. Although the aliens rarely come down the mountain, this does not prevent the fellow tribesmen at the foot of the mountain from expressing curiosity about his unique behavior and making harmless fun of him.

Because elves don’t sleep, or rarely sleep!

As the darling of heaven and earth, elves can replace sleep with four hours of meditation a day to restore their energy and magic power. During the meditation process, their perception will also become sensitive, and their bodies will spontaneously detect dangers around them, which is better than during the day.

This kind of meditation, which is like deep sleep, is often called sleepless dreaming.

As for Alamir, who has a human soul in his body, although he can replace sleep through meditation, he still cannot change the inefficient way of resting in bed, which can be regarded as his small obsession and persistence in his human identity.

After becoming a psion, Alamir can manage his mind very well. He sinks his mind into the depths of the sea of ​​consciousness every night and obtains sweet sleepless dreams. A state of light sleep in which fragments of consciousness are active, such as dreaming, has become Haven't seen it for a long time.

Moreover, the direction of that dream was so obvious that it was hard to believe that it was not a little joke by that great being.

Although this joke is really troublesome for an ordinary elf.

There is only one fragment in Alamir's dream, which is a variety of words he is familiar with, including Elvish, Chinese, English, dragon language, dwarf language, demonic language, etc. All the words he masters form the same word around him. Surrounding and ringing at the same time, there are various pronunciations of this word.

That’s paying off debt!

He doesn't know whether hearing these two "divine words" yesterday had a great influence on his mind or whether the god was so guilty. That night, Alamir felt like a ghost on the bed, watching different words in his mind. Surrounded by my eyes, I heard various voices shouting to repay the debt.

The images and sounds were extremely real, and he realized that he was dreaming, but his body was so heavy that he couldn't move a finger.

Maybe a second passed, maybe a century passed. Anyway, the time in the dream was distorted and unpredictable. These fragments suddenly shattered, and he woke up, suddenly waking up from the bed and sitting up in a cold sweat.

He took out the pocket watch on the pillow and looked at the pointer pointing to 27:[-] in the morning. He glanced at the blazing stove in the house and Mirshi who continued to roast his wings next to him. Alamir breathed a sigh of relief.

The intricate and slender patterns on the pocket watch in his hand, as well as the green gems on the back of the case, all indicate that this beautiful and luxurious creation is obviously from the Gray Elf.

This was a souvenir left to him by his father before he left. The letters on the inside of the case were outlined in the shape of beautiful long and narrow green leaves, forming his family crest - a creature resembling a thorn bird with a crown of flowers. Meditate among the green leaves.

After looking at the time, Alamir, who was a little tired, also lost sleep at this time, and various words about repaying debts were still lingering in his mind.

It lights up very early on the mountain, and coupled with the reflection of the snow, there is a hazy light flowing in the house even if it is blocked by thick curtains.

Coupled with the roaring fire in the fireplace, Alamir, who was born with dim vision, rarely used candles.

It was still early and he was not hungry yet. Alamir crawled out of bed in his pajamas and drank the ice-cold tea on the table, feeling a little better.

Then he picked up the pipe on the table and lit the Toragon grass inside - this is a magical plant that will produce an extremely bitter and slightly mellow taste when lit. At least half of them are planted with this.

This plant comes from elven herbalism and is usually used in refreshing potions, but Alamere discovered another effect of the dried Toragon grass: when soaked in water, it is bitter and similar to kuding tea, and when lit, it has a light aroma. .

Well, whether it is used as tea or tobacco, this kind of hay is barely qualified. Although it is not as good as the Longjing in the previous life and the honey-flowing tobacco of the dwarves, for Alamir, it is better than nothing, right?

This kind of grass tastes extremely bitter when drunk, and it is very strong when smoked, but once you get used to it, it is still quite... high.

Alamir smoked his pipe slowly, staring at the sparks that dyed the outline of the window frame honey color through the smoke. Well, tobacco is the frankincense of outsiders.

This was a quiet moment in the morning that belonged to him alone. Loneliness and helplessness tightened around his skull. The stimulation of tobacco made him finally get rid of the images in his dream and began to think about this abnormal dream.

According to the current situation, what this drow and the dark girl in her mouth said is probably true. The "miracle" last night and his injured servant can prove this -

It's really possible that I "owe" this goddess something...

If my drow "sister" really formed a team with her god to cheat and use my dark girl's return and make money routine, then this god would be too out of character.

Alamir believed that gods would not be so boring, just as he believed that he was an elf now.

Last night, Barbara's words about the dark girl's imminent return made him very concerned. Alamil, who knew more or less about the gods of this world, inferred from this that this rare good god among drow elves , the situation may not be good at this moment.

Injured?Is it a deep sleep?Or did you follow the example of the magic goddess and be captured by the devil or devil lord to play various games?For a time, all kinds of complicated thoughts came to him, which made him feel a little dizzy.

Because no matter how you look at it, this kind of thing involving the gods is far away from him... Alamir, who was lost in thought, didn't even notice that the ash had been scattered all over the place because he didn't have time to knock it off. land.

The only explanation may be that Riaden may have made a deal with this person when he was in the Underdark Realm, or even agreed to something. Now that he is gone, for some reason the Dark Girl's power cannot affect him, so " The father's debt must be repaid by the son"? ?

Alamir held the pipe in his mouth and took a deep breath, feeling that a strong bitterness suddenly filled his mouth.

Just like how he feels now.

To repay the debt of a god, this god is not willing to go to great lengths to collect the debt. This debt is not simple in any way. His most powerful golden finger now is his own windmill. Is it possible that he has to use his windmill to pay off the debt? ?Or let yourself do something in the Underdark?

That would be too bad... He doesn't want to die yet. Whether it's losing the windmill or going to the Underdark, it will be an extremely difficult thing for Alamire.

The drow's hatred for the gray elves is far greater than any other creature, especially when his father escaped their "sacrifice".

May you be caught by your mother and taken back to the forest to be exploited every day! !Thinking of this, Alamir couldn't help but cursed a certain gray elf viciously.

In short, everything will come to light on the next full moon night, Alamir thought, while heating the fire until it was almost scorched, Milsi turned over, then changed into clothes and went downstairs.

Spring has not yet arrived, and the cold wind is still raging on the top of the mountain. The clear sky after the snow is like crystal. The sky below is full of white snow. The winter in Kaldo Mountain is like the ceiling of the ice palace of the legendary Frost Goddess, barren and pure.

The strong wind on the mountain top not only blew the windmill blades to rotate rapidly, but also took away the lead clouds in the sky. The snow was treated as violent clouds, and after blowing all night, it was piled on the outer walls and gates of the windmill.

As soon as Alamir opened the door, a snowdrift fell on his face.

Well, my job today is to clear the thick snow from the outer wall of the windmill and the yard - the peerless power contained in the two words "hamburger" on the door greatly slows down the magical power nearby, making the effectiveness of the cleaning technique negligible. .

Fortunately, this force only affected the area near the gate and did not affect the interior of Hamburg. Otherwise, the residents of Hamburg would have to abandon cleaning techniques and clean the house themselves.

Originally, this was considered a servant's job, but Alamir had no intention of practicing, so he gave himself a holiday. He thought of instructing his servants to open up wasteland, repair broken fences, collect berries under the thick snow, and pull out berries from the ground. The radish inside replenishes the vegetable reserves in the fort.

The three-headed demon obviously doesn't have much enthusiasm for this kind of joke-like work, and the too cold climate makes the lower-level creatures born in the lava and flames everywhere a little disgusted, but they are still faithful to the contract. task.

The work of clearing the snow was not completed until the morning. After taking a nice bath and eating the meatball soup made by Shaksaya's six arms, Alamir took the fishing rod to the frozen lake on the west side of the mountain and asked Bai Natrien to dig it. There is a nice piece of ice, so I can fish alone in the cold lake snow.

And his "sister" Barbara was obviously not used to the bright light. Even the flames of the pyre were a kind of damage to her eyes, so she had to stay in the basement all day, wrapped in Alamir prayed to the goddess on her quilt, and only came out at night - carrying her sword into the snow-filled coniferous forest a few miles outside the windmill, she didn't know what she was doing.

The days went by like this, practicing and doing things every day, and making trouble for a few demons. In their spare time, the four non-human creatures would play mahjong together. It was one of the few entertainment activities in Alamir in the past few decades. one.

Although Shaksaya always takes advantage of her height to peek at other people's cards, Alamir built an extremely wide table, which solved this problem very well.

And every night, Alamir will definitely experience the same dream. Even if he starts to learn to use meditation instead of sleep like an elf, this extremely clear dream still comes as scheduled.

Today is another day of debt collection. It’s such an uncomfortable day to be debt collection. Seven days later, looking at the faint dark circles under his eyes in the mirror, Alamir felt that he had developed dark circles due to insomnia. The first elf in eternity.

Fortunately, today is the day of the full moon.Looking at the large disk of silvery white light in the sky, under the bright moonlight, Alamir put on his best clothes, carried two swords, one long and one short, and prepared to go out.

The place to communicate and worship the Dark Maiden Eilistraee was chosen by Barbara. It was in the nearby coniferous forest. For today's sacrifice, Barbara would go out every night to arrange it, and finally she found a suitable place. The location is not far from Hamburg.

Because of the reason last time, Alamir asked these demons to look after the house and be on standby at any time. If anything happened to him, he would come over and block the sword for him. Anyway, the slave contract made them unable to resist the master's orders. .

After finally checking the equipment and clothes on his body, Alamir came downstairs after packing up. He looked at the pointer on the pocket watch pointing to [-]:[-], and he saw Barbara.

At this time, she had already applied an unknown herbal juice, which was the result of her hard work over the past few nights - the juice with a faint floral and herbal fragrance was also mixed with oil, making her whole body darker and glowing in the night light. Slightly reflective underneath.

Very good, it seems that you are ready, but is it really okay if you don't wear clothes?Looking at Barbara Greenleaf, who had no hair on her body and only carried a long sword, Alamir tried his best to look away.

"Tonight will be a sacred night to communicate and please the great dark maiden, under the witness of the dazzling Nadra." Barbara had a pious look on her face, thinking of the other party's strange way of "pleasing", Alamir suddenly He tightened his robe.

I heard that drow elves are quite perverted, so there shouldn't be any weird things happening... Before Alamil could react, Barbara's long black legs full of wildness suddenly She exerted her strength, causing a huge gust of wind, and she ran out boldly under the moonlight.

"Follow me!" Barbara's concise words were still lingering in the wind.

Good guy, so fast, should I call you Black Tornado?Seeing Barbara running hundreds of meters away like the wind in the blink of an eye, Alamir also became excited.

Comparing foot strength, right? Today I will let you see what authentic Qing Gong is.

Alamir let out a long roar and tapped his toes lightly on the ground. His whole body was like catkins in the wind, floating ten meters away in the blink of an eye.

The days of debt collection are finally coming to an end today.

Well, it might be the beginning of his endless days of repaying debts. Alarmir Greenleaf Gallan Norton looked at the moonlit forest glade in front of him and couldn't help but feel a little uneasy.