There's always something wrong with the dark elf I raise

According to the plan, Claire took Aloy on the road back to the empire's capital, Glaery, early in the morning.

The city lord arranged transportation for them - originally two flying monsters, which allowed them to reach their destination within a few days.

In Claire's words, this kind of monster looks a bit like the Hippogriff in Harry Potter, but its limbs are claws and the eagle's mouth also has fangs. It looks more powerful and fierce, like the Empire. The main combat power of the "Air Force".

The city lord specially brought two of them for Claire, along with their partners, soldiers who rode on their backs to fight together, acting as "drivers."

This kind of monster is very tall, and it is not a problem to carry three adults at the same time. It is just comfortable... Claire tried to sit down for a while, and then gave up. His own butt, ah no, it’s the butt of a small pet. He will definitely not be able to bear it. He just experienced that kind of thing and needs a good rest. He should take a car instead!

The city lord then prepared another carriage with a low-key appearance but extremely gorgeous and comfortable interior, as well as his best coachman (there was originally a team of soldiers, but Claire refused). This cart was also pulled by Warcraft. There were no creatures like horses on the continent of Ammon, and there were no common domestic animals such as pigs, cows, or sheep. Instead, there were Warcraft that looked very different but had similar functions.

The two of them spent about ten days in the car, and finally arrived at Glaery just before Claire was about to be knocked apart.

The scale of Glaery is much larger than that of Rouen, and the guards are much tighter. Claire cannot sneak in with a fake identity like before, but he no longer needs to hide his identity now. He directly showed the tattoo on his necklace. Zhang, and then drove into the gate of the capital under the attention and salute of the guards, without even showing his face during the whole process, let alone getting out of the car.

Before they had gone far after entering the city, they saw a group of people dressed as attendants approaching. The leader was a middle-aged man with meticulously combed short hair and even a neatly trimmed beard.

The man came to Claire's car, performed a very standard attendant's salute, and said in a respectful and slightly joyful tone: "Master, welcome back."

Cassidor Morgan, as soon as Claire saw his face clearly, this name flashed in her mind. He is her butler.

The information is really well-informed. They knew it as soon as he entered the city, right?

Claire sighed and said to the middle-aged man: "No need to be so polite, Cassidov, let's go back."

"Yes, Master." Kasidov promised, but still observed etiquette in his movements. He ordered an attendant to replace the coachman, and he and the remaining people lined up on both sides, surrounding the carriage. Drive back to the mansion.

The residence of the chief court magician of the empire in the imperial capital is a single-family villa with a garden. In addition, there is a piece of rich land in the northeast of the empire as his fief.

After the victory in the war against the demons, seven leaders of the human race jointly founded the Saint Oatlan Empire. They were three warriors, two mages, and a priest. Up to now, they have formed the seven nobles of the empire.

One of the warriors eventually became the king, and is now the Orlandil family. One of the two mages later became the court magician of the empire and formed the empire's mage team. The other founded the Mage Tower, an organization with the lifelong goal of pursuing truth and knowledge.

The remaining four people became the great lords who ruled the area. Like the royal family, they managed the fiefdom in the form of a family, and their bloodlines and surnames continue to this day. On the contrary, the inheritance of a mage is based on ability regardless of bloodline. After all, there are not many people with excellent magical talents, and no one can guarantee that they will be able to give birth to such offspring.

When she was still a few meters away from the house, Claire saw a row of maids standing upright at the gate. They were wearing uniforms and slightly lowered their heads in the direction of the carriage. After he got off the car, they saluted in unison. : "Master, welcome back."

This was a big shock to the otaku. Although Claire had only been an otaku for two years before coming to the continent of Elmon, he had also learned about this culture from his gaming friends. He couldn't help but admire it: "Oh wow!"

No one raised objections to his slightly frivolous behavior. On the contrary, Claire himself felt embarrassed first. He coughed in a covert manner and followed Cassidov through the door.

It was Claire's first time to come to this villa, which was as luxurious as a palace, but he was very familiar with every plant and tree inside. He knew where his bedroom was, how many books there were in the study, as well as the kitchen and dining room. The location, this feeling was amazing, but he didn't think much about it, just thinking that this was the "background introduction" given to him by the game.

As soon as he entered the door, an attendant hurried over: "Master, His Majesty the King sent someone to deliver a secret message."

The envelope held by the attendant's hands had a gold edge, and the lacquer seal was made of fine materials. It exuded a light fragrance and was so gorgeous that it looked more like a ball invitation than a secret letter.

Claire sighed slightly. He originally wanted to take the little pet to visit his future "new home", but now it seems that this task can only be left to the butler Cassidov.

After opening the letter, the first sentence was a disgusting one: Dear Claire, you are finally back, I miss you like... blablabla, and the rest of the words are the same, none of them are useful.

Claire had expected this, but he also understood the meaning - His Majesty the King was urging him to quickly enter the palace to report on the demons.

Without further delay, he asked Kasidov to prepare the car quickly, went to change into formal clothes, and then went straight to the palace.

The current king of the Saint Oatland Empire is named Ahiburn Gudnis Olandil. He is just 150 years old this year. He is tall and handsome. The slight stubble on his chin does not make him look sloppy, but makes him look more slovenly. of his charm.

Because he is a high-level professional, he looks like a man in his prime who has just turned 30, far from the word "old".

Gudnis is the surname of the late Queen, His Majesty the King's mother, who comes from the lineage of priests among the seven nobles. Similarly, Claire's full name is Claire Gabriel Lethgcott, and the "Gabriel" in the middle is the surname of his teacher Eldon. The royal family and nobles will put the surname of their elders in their own names. To commemorate.

When Claire arrived, the king was reading in the study. He walked in directly without going through layers of notifications - the "background information" showed that Claire was decades older than the emperor and had almost watched the emperor grow up. The relationship between people has always been very good, and there is no need to observe the etiquette of monarch and minister in private.

Coincidentally, in the two years since Claire played the game in China, more than two hundred years have passed in the game. In other words, the age of his game character is the same as the age of the magician "Claire" on the continent of Ammon. Are the same.

"Claire, you're back. You don't know how much I miss you!" The king stood up and walked around the desk, giving him a bear hug.

"I know." Claire raised her hand to his chest to stop him from getting closer. "Your Majesty, you have written it all down. You use parallelism and metaphor very well. I think you should be a writer instead of a king."

"Thank you for the compliment, Claire, you are right, maybe I should write a book." The king said seriously, as if he didn't notice that Claire was hurting him.

"...Well, I wish your book will sell well." Claire looked at the king speechlessly. He definitely did it on purpose!

"Your Majesty, let's talk about the underground cave now." Before the king spoke again, Claire said first. He didn't want to have this unproductive topic anymore. The little pet had just arrived in this strange environment and didn't know what to do. Unable to adapt, he was anxious to go back.

After hearing the words "underground cave", the king's expression became serious. He sat back at the desk again and said: "As for the fifth family, I will do as you say. I have sent people there. So far, All goes well together, but as for the abyss..."

"I have repaired the seal in the abyss." Claire said. The king raised his hand and motioned for him to sit down wherever he wanted, but Claire still stood at the head. "Your Majesty, I'm sorry. Ten demons escaped when I arrived. I sent one back and killed another one..."

He told the king about his experience in the underground cave in detail. The king's brows furrowed more and more. Until Claire finished speaking, he sighed and said, "Claire, I don't blame you. You have done a lot." alright."

"Your Majesty, thank you for your magnanimity. I will be responsible for finding all the escaped demons." Kelai used honorifics.

"You don't have to be so polite to me." The king suddenly laughed, stepped forward and patted Claire on the shoulder, "As long as it's not an invasion of the demon army, a few demons can't make any waves, I believe you can solve the problem smoothly. them."

"Yes." Claire bent down slightly.

The king helped him up, with a hint of complaint in his tone: "I told you that you don't need to be so polite to me, and there is no rush in this matter. You should rest for a few days. Come on, I got two new flying monsters. They are amazing. , can sing "Hymn", let's go and see it together?"

"Your Majesty..." Claire didn't want to see any flying monster that could sing. Isn't that the Myna from China?

"I just came back and I came to see you before I had time to rest. I just want to sleep now. Please let me go back..."

"Oh?" The king blinked narrowly, as if he had seen through him, "I heard that you brought back a foreign hybrid this time. Why are you so anxious to go back to see him?"

Claire was exposed directly, but she didn't show any coyness at all. She admitted generously: "Yes, I'm worried that he won't adapt."

"Oh, this really makes me sad. You and I have known each other for more than a hundred years, but you still can't keep up with a foreigner I've only known for a few months..." The king held his heart with both hands, his tone and expression very exaggerated.

Claire: "..."

He resisted the urge to put the tea cup on the other person's head and said stiffly: "Your Majesty, if nothing happens, I will go back!"

"Go, go, stay with your little baby, and leave me alone in this cold palace." When the king said this, he even took out a handkerchief to wipe his eyes.

Claire...Claire didn't say a word, turned around and walked out the door.

But what he didn't know was that after he turned his back, the king's artificial movements and expressions immediately disappeared without a trace. He just watched Claire's black hair tail disappear by the door with a dark expression.