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The Pope frowned and spoke to stop him: "Your Majesty, since the Elf King came to the throne, elves cannot leave the country easily."

"I know." The king yawned, "Isn't he a brave man? As long as the darkness is cleared away, the Elf King will help you complete this small request."

He raised the corners of his mouth and waved his hands provocatively: "If you don't have the confidence to do it, forget it and change to a brave man. Anyway, brave men are summoned in batches. This one will stay in the palace and play with me."

The Pope frowned, his golden eyes covered with a haze, and he looked at the King: "Your Majesty."

The king held his chin in his palm and responded softly and lazily: "Huh?"

Song Nan raised his head and looked at the young king's fierce aura even if he was relaxed. He raised his eyes, smiled slightly, and said respectfully: "Your Majesty, I agree to your request and help you bring that elf back."

The king sat up straight and smiled brightly: "Hahaha~ OK!"

"Come here!" he shouted, "bring me the pass!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a servant in thin short clothes walked in quickly, holding a white card in his hand. He bowed in front of Song Nan, knelt on his knees, lowered his head, raised his hands high, and placed the card just right on his face. before.

Song Nan took the card and saw a small king's head drawn on it. The head was sticking out his tongue playfully. It didn't look like him... I don't know whose bad taste it was to design the pass like this. And the king also acquiesced to his behavior... This is very intriguing.

The king yawned again, and Wisteria's glass-ball eyes were filled with light.He put his elbow on the armrest of the throne, clenched his fist to support his head, raised the corners of his mouth, and said with evil eyes: "Brave, I look forward to your ability to bring the elves back as soon as possible."

Song Nan followed the Pope and bowed respectfully, and then slowly exited the palace.

As soon as he walked out of the palace, the pope's face darkened.

He helped Song Nan get into the carriage, closed the door, and after the carriage left the palace, he said solemnly: "You should not agree to His Majesty's request."

Song Nan raised his eyebrows, puzzled: "Why?"

The Pope frowned, took his hand, and took off the white rosary.

A light and refreshing fragrance instantly fills the car.

The pope's throat tightened, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, and his eyes became much deeper.His cold voice carried a hint of muteness: "Elves cannot leave the Elf Forest. This rule exists regardless of whether the Elf King has ascended the throne or not."

Song Nan paused: "Then this request is impossible to fulfill?"

The pope lowered his lips and said in a bad tone: "It can be done, but it can only be done one for one. Either you stay and the elf leaves, or the elf can never leave the elf forest."

"And..." He took a deep breath, "If you want to exchange one for one, you still need the permission of the Elf King. Only if he admits that you can stay there and replace that Elf can the exchange be considered successful. The current Elf King, disgusted The chances of humans, hating demons, agreeing to an exchange are lower than the king being willing to grant a pass.”

Song Nan lowered his eyes and asked curiously: "Why does the Elf King hate humans?"

When the Pope heard this, he sneered, and a deep sarcasm flashed in his golden eyes: "It's a long story. In short, it all happened because our king, in order to take away the elf, did not hesitate to use fire to destroy the elf country. To If the fountain of life were not eternal, the Elf Kingdom might no longer exist and would completely become the territory of demons."

Song Nan's pupils shrank, and he immediately imagined a game of "I love you, you love me, but I want to return to the country to inherit the family business, and you can't leave the country, so I have to take you out at all costs." Blood love drama...

The Pope seemed to guess something from his dull and shocked eyes, and couldn't help but chuckle: "The king and the elf are hostile. He hates the elf, so he wants to destroy his home and let him come to his territory. This way we can torture him better.”

"..." Song Nan swallowed unconsciously and muttered in a low voice, "What kind of hatred? So extreme..."

The Pope's golden eyes were slightly bent, looking at his cowering and frightened look with pleasure: "Don't worry, although His Majesty hates the elf, he only hates that elf. If that happens again, not only the Holy See will take action, but other forces will also Intervene. After all, no one can break the rules of the world except outsiders."

This was a hint, both overtly and covertly. Song Nan's eyes wandered, pretending not to understand what he said.

The Pope smiled slightly and looked out the window.

The crimson flower of the other side swayed slowly under the moon, its slender petals bathed in a faint glistening light. The glistening white enveloped the blood, softening the edge of the blood, and exuding hidden danger, giving it an unreal beauty.

The carriage slowly stopped, and the door opened instantly. The butler's beautiful and aggressive face lowered slightly, looking at the two people in the car, and stretched out his hand to the delicate young man: "Earl, please get out of the car."

Song Nan held his hand, followed his strength to the door of the carriage, and was gently picked up by him.

The magician came over and smiled at the gloomy blonde beauty in the car: "Pope, I wish you a pleasant night~"

He closed the door gently and turned to follow the butler.On his shoulder, Song Nan had drooped his head and slept peacefully with his eyes closed.

The next day...

Song Nan was sitting on the soft sofa indoors, sipping fragrant black tea while raising his feet to let the housekeeper put on his shoes and socks.

The butler stood up and bowed: "Earl, breakfast is ready. Do you want French, English or Chinese? Or do you want something else? Just tell me and I will prepare it for you right away."

Song Nan paused, put down the tea cup, and said calmly: "As long as it's made by you, it's fine."

The butler smiled brightly, leaned over, and straightened Song Nan's neat collar again: "Okay~"

Song Nan raised his neck to make it easier for him to organize, and asked: "Where is he?"

The butler's fingertips trembled, smoothed the white collar, and smiled: "The magician went to explore the dark altar in the human kingdom. First, let's find out the moisture in the altar so that we can complete the task for you as soon as possible."

Song Nan tilted his head and blinked confusedly: "Is he going to dismantle the nearby altar alone?"

The butler's golden eyes narrowed slightly, and he took out a carefully pruned rose and placed it in his breast pocket: "He just went to have a look and would not destroy the altar. We have no habit of solving troubles for others, except for you."

After speaking, he bowed, raised his hand, put his fingertips in front of his lips, and made a silent gesture: "Earl, wait until I bring breakfast, and then I will answer your questions."

Song Nan pursed her lower lip, acquiescing to his statement, but still picked up the tea cup dissatisfied and refused to look at him as if she was angry.

The housekeeper chuckled, walked out of the room, and closed the door.

Song Nan put down the tea cup, leaned back and leaned lazily on the sofa, letting his mind wander and looking at the pure white ceiling.

"Meow~"

At this time, a small and muffled sound came from the window.

Song Nan lowered his head and looked at the transparent window with golden sunlight.

A black kitten with a pair of red eyes squatted outside the window. When he saw him, he immediately cried out sweetly: "Meow~"

Song Nan paused and was about to get up. Unexpectedly, the rose on his chest suddenly started to stir and grow rapidly. The red flowers suddenly closed up and turned into sharp thorns, which suddenly stabbed towards the kitten.

"click~"

"Meow!"