Who designed this underworld dungeon?

"Do you know ice cream? Put milk and sugar into a roller-shaped ice cream machine, and then use ice magic to control the temperature. After turning it for a while, you can get this cold dessert."

"If you haven't eaten it, you can try it. Everyone likes ice cream."

"Then my question is: Are humans an ice cream machine for dogs?"

"What the hell are you talking about!? I surrender, I admit defeat, please stop talking!"

Today, the Bed City Square is still crowded, but some different activities are happening.

People spontaneously left a circular open space, where a fierce duel is taking place.

There is no collision of fists and feet. This is a pure literary fight, relying only on the mouths of both sides to win.

The conditions for victory are very simple. No matter what you say, as long as you make the other party speechless/unable to refute/break the defense, etc., or get the most support from the audience, you will automatically win.

The defending party is the elf, yes, the elf who came to Bed City a few days ago.

With a thin and small body, a completely undeveloped figure, thick glasses and expressionless cheeks, the one who occupied the position of BOSS in this verbal duel was the three-no girl among the elves.

"What a powerful woman, whoever comes up next must shut her mouth!"

"This group of arrogant elves have been messing around in the city these days, and our dignity has been challenged. Damn it, I must win!"

"Let me do it, I am a knowledgeable bard!"

Watching the new victim coming up, the three-no girl pushed her glasses and asked calmly like an old man:

"What is the whitest thing of the black ape slaves who are good at picking cotton?"

"Haha, this is too simple," the bard laughed disdainfully, "The whitest teeth."

"No, their masters are the whitest."

"Ah!?"

The bard was shocked. The bards living in the north are good at enslaving monsters such as black apes to work for them, and the barbarians do have the whitest skin.

This, what the elf said makes sense!

"Ahem," the bard coughed calmly, "Let's talk about adult topics, let's be more mature, okay."

Perhaps because Sanwu's sister looked really young, so he planned to start the discussion with mature topics, such as

"Okay." Sanwu's sister nodded, "How many gold coins can you make every month?"

"Oh!" The onlookers exclaimed, this topic is too mature.

"What?" The bard was stunned, and actually calculated how much money he could make every month, and finally found that he only made a few silver coins a month

"Do you have any loans?" The elf asked.

"Yes"

"Have you paid it back?"

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"Can you pay it back? Will you borrow again? Are the things you buy with borrowed money really useful in life?"

"By the way, I own the copyright of the hardening potion, and I can make at least a few gold coins every month."

"Stop, stop, stop!"

The bard seemed to be hit by the air, his face was pale and he waved his hands repeatedly, hating himself for shifting the topic to maturity.

He couldn't hold it anymore. The elves were really good at talking, but

"Let's compete with the last one. Look at the picture and tell the story."

He took out a picture and said, "This is a picture drawn by my friend. The guard of the Earl's family is comforting a child. His father died because of driving a carriage drunk. If you were this guard, how would you comfort this child? I'll tell you first."

In the picture, the guard was holding a crying child and pointing far away from the picture, as if he wanted to use something to distract the child's attention from the broken carriage behind him.

"Oh, my poor child, please don't worry. Your father did something wrong, but his fault should not be borne by you. I will fulfill the duty of a believer of the Holy Light and take care of you to adulthood, so that you can bathe in"

The bard spoke with emotion, and he sang like an Indian musical. His singing skills are really good.

But I always feel that what he said is nothing new, old-fashioned and clichéd.

After patiently waiting for the bard to finish singing, the three-no elf raised his hand and imitated the guard's movements, saying lightly:

"Look, that's the orphanage you will go to in the future."

"Puff--"

The people who were still drinking water in the crowd sprayed directly.

The believers of the church raised their heads, stared at the elves in disbelief, trembling all over and praying in a low voice.

Some people slapped their thighs and laughed wildly. With the leader, more laughter appeared.

"You, you, you" The bard pointed at her and couldn't speak. He was shocked that such a cute child could say such cold words.

And this is not comfort at all! Are you sure that the child will not choose to fly after hearing your words! ?

This does not meet the conditions. Although you make people laugh the loudest, it does not meet the conditions!

He was about to refute when he suddenly heard a desperate scream.

"Liznai! What are you doing!"

"Oh?" The three-no elf called Liznai turned his head to look at the source of the sound, and people also looked over.

However, everyone only felt a gust of wind blowing past, and in the blink of an eye, not only did they not see who was shouting, but even Lizna disappeared.

"Is there a ghost?"

"Do you think the voice just now is familiar? It seems like you have heard it somewhere before."

"Hiss, why does it feel like Stellan?"

"Not very similar, it must be her!"

Ignoring the noise of the crowd, the gust of wind rushed through the streets and alleys, and finally stopped in the dim alley.

"Hu, hu"

Stella kept panting, her pretty face flushed, bent down and grabbed Liznai's thin shoulders and shook her, saying: "What were you talking about just now? How can you say that in public!"

"But they laughed happily." Liznai said expressionlessly, "Also, you hurt me."

"Ah, sorry!"

Stella just took two steps back, and suddenly realized that it was the other party who should apologize. Telling hell jokes in broad daylight would lower the overall impression of the elves by outsiders!

Such a person turned out to be my fellow tribesman, this is bad luck!

So she stared at Liznai angrily, trying to force her to surrender with her eyes.

The latter just took off her glasses and responded with dead fish eyes, with an expression of "let him be strong, the breeze blows over the hills".

In the end, Stellan was the first to hand in the surrender letter.

"Alas," she sighed, "where are the others? How did you get here so quickly?"

"We've been here a long time ago."

Lizna looked her up and down and said, "You're still the same as before. You never dare to look me in the eye when you talk. Haven't you cured your inferiority complex?"

"That's because your dead fish eyes are too scary."

"Just think you have inferiority complex. It doesn't matter. I'm here to help you this time. You can regain your confidence after clearing the dungeon."

"Thank you so much, but I've already cleared it, so you should go back to where you came from."

"Really?" Lizna obviously didn't believe her words, pointing at Stellan's tattered clothes and said, "Then why are you so embarrassed? Your waist is exposed. You have no shame. If you don't have money to buy more fabric, I can lend it to you."

"This is a normal dress outside the forest! I call this sexy, sexy!"

"Just because of your two little mounds?"

"Hmm"

Steran stopped talking for a while. She has never been able to argue with the other party. If she continues to talk, she will probably cry.

Liznai raised her mouth a few pixels, holding the book and walked forward, "Go see Aunt Weinma, everyone is waiting for you."

"Yeah"

"But first change your clothes, your waist and calves are all exposed, it's too indecent."

"I told you that this is a normal dress!"

The two walked and collected the "wandering" elves.

They found Melgar who was drunk in the tavern, the elf cool guy who sneaked into the troupe to perform, the elf gourmet who stole potted plants from house to house, and found.

In short, everyone had to argue with Stellan, after all, those who came so far to Bed City were her former enemies.

Damn it, no friends come to see me? Stellan thought sadly.

When they finally gathered all the seven dragon balls. No, they finally gathered all the elf fellows scattered outside, Liznai took Stellan to a large mansion, which was the temporary residence rented by the elves.

It was enough to accommodate these twenty-odd elves, but most of them stayed out all night, and no one knew what they were doing.

"Is Aunt Weienma here?"

Stellan was a little nervous. Although Weienma was very gentle to her, she was very strict at certain times, which made her love and fear. She would rather quarrel with Liznai all day than see this aunt.

But she had to face it after all, and she pushed the door open as if she had accepted her fate.

The moment the door opened, the fragrance of flowers entered her nose, instantly refreshing her spirit.

Weienma sat on the sofa facing the door. She sat in a dignified posture, flipping through Roger's manuscript casually, and raised her head slightly when she heard the movement.

"Aunt." Stellan forced a smile. She really wanted to find someone to rely on at this moment, but there was no one around.

Weienma looked her up and down, and her red lips opened slightly:

"Why are you dressed so indecently?"

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Most elves have very conservative ideas.

Stellan was tired of explaining that her leather armor, which only exposed her waist and calves, was considered quite conservative among adventurers. She said nonsense:

"I learned the magic that the less you wear, the higher your defense power."

"I see." Weinmah nodded, bent down and took out three leaves from under her skirt and handed them to her.

"Wear this, and your defense power will be higher."

Stellar didn't dare to move, because she could see that her aunt was angry because of her deception.

"I'll help you put it on." Weinmah's sleeves came out with two flexible vines and were about to strip her clothes. Stellan was decisively scared.

"I was wrong, aunt!"

"Hmph."

A moment later, the hall was full of elves. Stellan was in the center of everyone's sight and had never felt so pressured.

For a moment, she wanted to run away directly.

At this moment, Weinmah spoke.

"Stellar."

"Here!" Stellan was startled.

"Relax, don't be so reserved. I heard from President Cid about your active performance, it's great, you didn't embarrass your mother."

Weinma's eyes suddenly became gentle. "I already know how dangerous that dungeon is, and you can still achieve success there. You must be very tired."

It's just physical fatigue, but you make me feel tired. Stellan only dared to think so in her heart.

"I brought greetings from the queen - your mother."

Weinma took out the emerald green envelope. Just as Stellan was about to take it, she suddenly changed the subject.

"But before that, do you want to talk to us about Sean?"

Talk about Sean? Why talk about this? I have already cleared the level, and I don't need you to come in--

"I am very interested in that place."

Weinma smiled and said, "If possible, please be our guide and take us there. We haven't moved for a long time, and it's time to visit interesting places."

Stella's expression can only be described as numb. She didn't expect that her previous scouting in the lake area would really come in handy.

Now she can show off her skills in front of her enemies, but she has to remind them in advance:

"Hell is ahead"

Anyone who has anything to do with Sean will encounter tragic experiences!