The Bizarre Adventure of the Elf

Chapter 197 Lak Aimon ([-]/[-])

"Lak Ammon is a moving island."

Once again, she bought a bunch of kebabs for herself, and Hai Jing gave half of them to Dior.

Looking at the meat skewer in his hand, the firm meat on it does not seem to be made of artificial meat produced by the alliance.

"This is?"

"The tail of the slow-witted beast tastes very good, especially the craftsmanship of the boss!"

"Thanks for the compliment!"

The owner of the stall next to him, who was shirtless on the barbecue grill in the cold weather, also replied cheerfully after hearing Hai Jing's words.

Eating the meat with a strange taste in his mouth, Dio suddenly felt that something he had not seen for a long time was awakened.

Faux meat is always faux meat.

"What do you mean by the moving island?"

Hai Jing continued to talk while chewing the piece of meat in her mouth.

"The sea has rules, as long as you follow his rules, he will bless you."

"At this time of year, there will be an ocean current from the Kanto area passing by the sea, which will bring many rich migratory elves."

"Together with these migratory elves, there is also a small island with rich products."

"No one knows why the island floats on the water. There are many precious herbs and corals that can only be seen at the bottom of the sea. The first wealth that the Sea Dragon Group came here was obtained from this small island."

"However, it is not possible to see the small island every year. This small island may only appear when the weather is very good. When the weather is bad, only the migrating elves are there."

After eating another kebab, the elf ball at the waist began to shake, and the rest time after the meal for the two little guys who liked to play was over.

In order to eat these things in the evening, Dio specially reserved his stomach and only made dinner for the cubs.

After releasing both cubs, the Iron Dumbbell Flying Shark was dispatched again.

"Has none of you researched why this island appears and disappears from time to time?"

Pulling off the last piece of meat fiercely, Dio asked curiously.

"For us, this small island is a symbol of luck. As long as this island appears this year, it means that there will be no major disasters in the next year."

"Whoever wants to study this island is against the Sea Dragon Group!"

Hai Jing also took off the last piece of meat, left a few banknotes at another stall, and brought four more boxes of takoyaki.

One box for Dior, three boxes for him.

After folding them one by one, I hugged them in my arms, opened the top box, and ate with relish.

"So the additional activity every year is treasure hunting. As long as this island appears, you can go to the island to collect any resources you need. After picking them, let my father count them. The person with the most is the winner."

"The prizes are generally energy cubes or elf eggs. They are not particularly precious elves, but this title will make you very popular on the island."

"Forget it, Dior is still young, so he doesn't need to know this."

"By the way, Dior, have you learned to surf this afternoon?"

As soon as the subject changed, the expression on Hai Jing's face suddenly changed to ridicule.

"If you don't know how to surf, it's too late to learn tomorrow."

"I don't plan to participate tomorrow, I just want to watch you play."

"That's a pity..."

"It's that Lak Aimon, I'm quite interested. Are there any requirements for signing up?"

After thinking for a while, Hai Jing answered truthfully.

"Because there are no foreigners coming, there are no requirements for the competition conditions, as long as they come back from the island."

"That's easy."

"Now, let's continue eating, I promised to treat you!"

The three boxes of takoyaki in my arms were wiped out at some point, and the packed boxes were folded together and thrown into the trash can next to them.

"Boss, bring me two boxes of sushi, one box needs to add a little more salt."

"OK, wait."

The stomach specially reserved for the night played a role. After the baptism of many snacks, I finally ended with a bowl of warm oden, completing the goal of this evening.

Taste more than ten different snacks.

The two were lying on a huge wooden chair, and Dio rubbed his bulging stomach to recollect the feeling just now.

Da da da……

The sound of clogs walking is gradually getting louder. This is a very common sound on the street, and it is also the footsteps approaching oneself.

"You are Dio, right?"

A warm voice sounded behind Dio, and the bit of majesty in it made Dio, who didn't want to move, turn his head with difficulty.

The handsome face with blue hair and blue eyes is [-]% similar to that of Crete, but the kind of mature aura that has been through the wind and waves but always maintains stability is not possessed by Crete. He is wearing a loose kimono, which cannot be hidden. Due to his burly figure, the belt representing the trainer is casually draped over his shoulders.

According to the patterns on the stickers, from top to bottom, they are Menus, Shui Ibrahimovic, Spiny Shellfish, Water Arrow Turtle, Emperor Nabo, and Diya Sea Lion.

Looking at Crete who kept rushing over with a big bag of snacks and something in his mouth, Dio understood who the person in front of him was.

Crete's father was at least a Heavenly King trainer.

"Yes, are you?"

Although he already knew his identity, Dio still had to act like he hadn't discovered it yet.

Dio knew very little about the royal families of the three kingdoms. At most, he could only learn about it from the classmates who attended the class together, because the school was almost all the same kind of people.

The man in front of him, in terms of pure aura, Dior has never seen anyone comparable to him.

The aura of a trainer is completely different from that of a person in power, as if a frown can determine the life and death of others, without anger and prestige.

"Meeting you for the first time, I'm Crete's father, you can call me Uncle Art."

After greeting Dio, the man who called himself Art sat next to Dio.

"Uncle Arthur."

Hai Jing heard the voice, and immediately stood up from the chair, even her stomach that was stuffed with food was forcibly compressed, and her body was straight.

"Master Art!"

"It's okay, after all, it's a special festival at night, there's no need to do it like usual."

With the same warm tone as the warm voice, Art waved to Hai Jing.

"I want to have a private chat with Dio."

"Yes, Master Arter."

Without looking back, Hai Jing continued to walk towards the food stall just now.

Crete, who just came back, was holding a scented snack bag. When he saw Art sitting next to Dio, he first showed a happy expression, and then changed to the uncomfortable expression when he saw Dio.

"Crete, help me to buy two more baked apples."

"Okay, father, bastard, slightly~"

Krit put down the bag in his hand and ran in the direction he came after making a face at Dio.

"How is it? Are you used to staying on the island at night?"

"Fortunately."

"Then can you tell me about the limitations of your ability to control the Overlord?"

　PS: the third
　　
　
(End of this chapter)