Another world, I have an elf magician

"How does it feel to be reincarnated?"

“It’s not that great, it’s like playing a game, like a life simulator.

My mind is different from that of children of the same age. I have seen the ugly faces of many adults, and even the intrigues among children. "

"Normally, this world is driven by interests after all. People who are well-fed will create etiquette, people with strength will create rules, and rich people will find ways to use the poor to make money for them.

Going round and round, everything revolves around the word profit. "

"It's too profound, I can't understand it."

In the tent, Aaron was beside me talking about some great truths, looking at the moon outside with a smile.

I turned my face to the side and sighed.

"How old are you?" he asked.

"34 is enough to be your father." I said casually.

"Ouch, shit."

I was kicked so hard by him that my butt hurt.

"Why are you talking to me? I am your savior."

I looked at him and said aggrievedly, "I'm telling the truth."

He kicked me out and said, "You stay vigil tonight, I need to have a good sleep."

I angrily wiped the mud off my body and looked at the cool night, shivering from the cold wind.

"Give me a quilt, Brother Galen!"

"Can't you use magic to warm the fire yourself? The quilt is just like this, and it belongs to me. Why should I give it to you? Also, my name is Aaron, not the Galen inside." Aaron's voice was impatient.

"Smelly brother!"

I grunted and gave him the middle finger.

There is a meadow outside and a lush forest nearby.

I squatted outside the tent, thinking about what had happened these days.

This guy said he was going to take me to a place called the Alps to find his boss Visharaya.

He didn't describe much about his boss. In short, he was very powerful and was collecting the Lord of the Rings and people of special bloodline.

I don't have a particularly good impression of this name. It feels like the name of a devil.

If Aaron hadn't been my fellow countryman and saved my life, I wouldn't have gone all the way north with him.

I took out my wand and lit a fire, and a question suddenly flashed through my mind.

Why should I follow him to an unknown place, what if there is danger?

Besides, I'm not familiar with him, and he's still a British guy.

Maybe he had ulterior motives for saving me, and there was no need for me to take risks with him because of this.

I still have unfinished business.

Xikali and Yani are waiting for me in the royal city. Not only are they two beauties there, they also have endless glory and wealth.

I want to become a noble and enjoy a good life.

I no longer have my grandfather, my only relative, so I can only live for myself and live as wonderfully as possible.

After all, everyone will die, and creating your own wonderful life is the most important thing.

With this idea in mind, I glanced at the quiet tent, tiptoed away from the camp and into the woods.

Aaron said that many people are trying to snatch something like the Lord of the Rings, so it must be very dangerous.

The woman who killed me cut off my arm for the Ring in my hand.

Although I have recovered now, I still feel scared when I think about it.

If I had known this earlier, I would definitely not have anything to do with such a dangerous thing and just be an ordinary farmer.

"Ouch, it hurts!"

"Where are you going?"

My butt was kicked hard, and I fell down in the bushes, screaming in pain.

Standing up, I twirled the leaves off my body and looked up to see Aaron in his nightgown staring at me with evil eyes.

I felt nervous and took a few steps back: "I want to find some firewood to burn back. It's not good to keep consuming magic power."

"Oh, really?" Aaron's eyes were cold. "Didn't I remember that during the day, a pile of dry firewood had been cut outside the tent? I saw it when I came out."

"Uh... I forgot about this. I came here to use the toilet." I hesitated.

"Big or small?" Aaron's voice.

"small!"

With that, I walked to a nearby tree and started shushing.

He followed me and glanced down at me.

"What are you looking at? I've never seen a big bird. I can't pee when you look at me like this." I curled my lips.

He stood next to me and unbuckled his belt, "Just so I want to pee too."

I looked at him, glanced down, quickly picked up my pants, and ran back to the camp.

"You want to escape, right?"

Just after taking two steps, Aaron's voice came from behind.

I turned around and said, "No."

"No, I said you do, so you do." He lifted up his pants and came straight to me.

"Why are you blushing?" he asked.

"I feel hot."

"Then why is it yellow again?"

"It's anti-cold... My skin is always like this, okay?" I frowned.

Aaron smiled and said, "I have seen your Chinese version of Taking the Tiger Mountain by Wisdom, the 1964 Peking Opera version, and it was not bad.

The protagonist Yang Zirong is brave and resourceful, fearless in the face of danger, and heroic. I want to be like him. "

"It's none of my business." I was a little impatient. The wind here made me very cold.

Aaron said: "So, you want to escape, right?"

"You're so weird. What does my running away have to do with this movie?"

I shook my head, confused.

"Because you don't have the protagonist's temperament of control and fearlessness in the face of danger. When people like you lie, especially when they meet a ruthless person like me, there is no disguise at all.

If you meet my boss, who is as good as a mountain eagle, you won't get any good results at all. "Juqu Pavilion

Aaron seemed to be reminding and persuading.

"So you want to escape, right?" he asked again.

I became impatient and said loudly: "So what if you want to escape?"

He couldn't help but laugh, "Haha, if you had continued to lie just now, then I would have believed you, but unfortunately... you were exposed.

I'm usually like this. I ask about important things three times, and some people recruit them quickly. This kind of person is the worst person to tell secrets to. "

I felt a little bad, and then I said, "I just want to deal with some of my own things."

"What's going on?" Aaron asked.

"I'll go to the Alps you mentioned after I've taken care of my personal matters." My voice.

"No."

"why?"

"No, it means no, because I said so."

"what!"

Aaron suddenly punched me, catching me off guard.

I fell down and fell unconscious quickly.

When I opened my eyes, I found myself tied up with a piece of stinky sock stuffed in my mouth.

It was daytime, and he didn't know where he found a... mule?

Anyway, I was put behind and turned around to see him riding a mule on the road.

"No no no!"

I hesitated and reminded him.

He looked back, pulled the socks off my mouth, and put them on his feet in front of me.

I was furious, "Fake Squid!"

He gestured to me with his middle finger, then took off the sock on his other foot and planned to give it to me.

I quickly changed my mind, "Dad, I was wrong!"