The Bizarre Adventure of the Elf

Chapter 198 Art's Purpose

The bustling downtown is not far away, and now you can still hear the shouts of the nearest sushi restaurant owner and competitors.

But in this environment, Dior even felt a quiet atmosphere around him, and no one dared to enter.

"Limited or not, what does it matter?"

"Of course it does."

With a slight smile, the air around him was warmed up by his own aura. After a slight pause, Art continued to say with a smile.

"After all, some things will be done a year later. If we can use their strength, the success rate can be increased a lot."

"Nine overlord-level elves, even all the trainers in this sea area don't know if they can be taken together."

He took out a bottle of drink from the snack bag just now, took a sip, and said to Dio who was sitting on the chair.

"Every overlord-level elf has its own pride. I have tried to subdue these guys, but no matter whether it is coercion or temptation, or communicating with them well, there is no way to subdue them. Instead, it makes them more violent."

"It should be your superpower that can win their favor?"

No, in fact, as long as you intimidate and lure them at the same time, and then communicate with them well, you can successfully subdue them.

Think about the overlords you have seen.

This trick is tried and tested.

Of course, the premise is to be able to defeat them one-on-one.

"Yes."

The world is a combination of these conditions.

"So, what about restrictions?"

"I can understand the language of the elves, and then give them some energy cubes appropriately, so that they can take me on the sea. If there is a battle, they will probably not make a move."

Only half-truths and half-false lies are easy for others to believe. Dior didn't want to be pulled into a strong man in the future, so he lied a little.

"Eh? Hai Long was actually frightened by your bluff. He really is old."

Asked in surprise, Yate suddenly realized and talked to himself.

"But I can't solve any of these. It's understandable for him to be afraid."

After saying this sentence, Yate's aura changes instantly, making people want to get closer. This kind of strange changing world can often be noticed quickly, as a reminder to Dior.

"Are you comfortable eating tonight?"

"Well, thank you very much Brother Hai Jing for your hospitality."

Responding to Art in polite formulaic terms, Dio couldn't wait to leave.

The time spent with the elders always passed very slowly. When Crete came back with two skewers of baked apples, Art had just finished chatting with Dio.

"Krit was taken care of by you at school, and I thank him as his father."

"Crit is also my good friend, as it should be."

"Ah! You idiot, I'm not taken care of by you!"

Critter, who refuted Dior aloud, still biting an apple in his mouth, spoke vaguely.

Standing up and preparing to leave, Yate stretched his muscles and bones comfortably, and several poke balls on his body collided together and made a sound like wind chimes.

"If Hai Long had chosen to kidnap you to threaten them, what choice would you have made?"

Art's eyes were deep, as if the darkness in the depths of the sea made Dio not want to look at him.

"To overturn the ship, it shouldn't be considered a battle for them, right?"

"Too."

Thinking of the words Hai Long whispered in his ear when he reported the situation, the corner of Art's mouth curled into a smile again.

'The three Gyarados looked like his...subordinates, and when he was about to attack the ship, he stopped the Gyarados. '

"Crit, what else do you want to eat?"

"rice cake!"

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In the early morning, the small island was shrouded in a veil woven by the sun. The big-billed gull flapped its wings in the sky with a few long-winged gulls, dropped a newspaper from the sky, and landed on the doorway without any mistakes. in the mailbox.

The takeaway boy who got up early in the morning to deliver milk knocked on the door twice and put two cans of Moomoo milk on the mailbox.

Dio, who got up early because he couldn't adapt to this bed, picked up a bottle of milk, opened the bottle cap and put it in front of his nose to smell it.

"The taste is quite pure, but there is a salty smell."

"There is no way around this. After all, only seaweed is the most affordable for these big milk tanks. There is not enough food on the ground. How can it be used to grow grass? But after getting used to it, it is pretty good."

Hai Jing pushed open the door, and came back from the outside covered in hot sweat. It looked like she had just finished her morning exercise.

"That's right, most of the green grass shipped from the sea is also withered and yellow in half."

"Dior got up quite early today, is there any special situation?"

It was only six o'clock, and Dior usually crawled out of bed an hour later, and then began to tidy up and wash, and make breakfast for the elves.

"Because I want to exercise with him."

Pointing to the radiant Shawarang, Dio opened two bottles of Momoo milk and walked towards the kitchen of this hut.

This is Hai Jing's house, a very simple concrete house, the area is not big, but it has all the necessary things.

"The upcoming competition will start at about nine o'clock, and the venue will be on the beach in the south. Why, don't you plan to participate?"

"No."

"Watermelon, warm up with three sets of squats, and I'll prepare breakfast for you."

"cut."

He went straight to the middle of the yard and started squatting. Shawarang never stopped this effort.

"This Savarang was bred very well!"

"It's so boring to train alone, why don't you have a showdown with elves?"

Hai Jing wiped the sweat from her head and asked Dio.

"casual."

Glancing at Hai Jing, who obviously wanted to have an elf fight because she was bored, Dio entered the kitchen after saying a word.

It's also pretty good to have someone warm up for Chavalon, and the results for combat and training purposes are similar.

"Hey, the trainer is not here, how can the elf fight alone?"

"OK."

"Chaya!"

Hai Jing looked at the one person and one elf who spoke in unison, and shook her head helplessly.

He also wants to see what level Dior's trainer strength has reached, but how can the elf without the trainer's command exert its strongest strength.

"I'm not being polite, go ahead, Snorkeling Itachi!"

Fighting with Dior's elves, Hai Jing naturally couldn't take out her sea thorn dragon, after all, he was about to approach the level of the quasi-king, and if he faced Dior, his father would take out the sea thorn dragon.

The talent of this snorkeling weasel is quite good. It was snatched from a newcomer trainer when a large-scale protection fee was collected. At that time, it was still a swimming weasel, and it was starved by Hai Jing until it was almost out of ammunition. Only when you give in.

Hai Jing is cruel to untamed elves, but once she becomes her own elf, she will no longer use the previous methods. Instead, Dun Dun will give him the best taste and nutrition.

Under the policy of carrots and sticks, Swimming Ring Itachi reluctantly succumbed to Hai Jing's ball.

It wasn't until he evolved into a snorkeling ferret that he fully returned to his heart.

strength and food.

Those who can give him both are qualified to let him follow.

Looking at the dark opponent in front of him, the snorkeling Itachi assumed a fighting posture.

"Bree!"

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