The fifth king of the elves

Chapter 163 163. She Likes You
In fact, it is a very stupid operation to tell Etoile about the existence of Chaomeng. If Etoile really asks how Luther knows, or questions the credibility of Luther's words, both sides will be very embarrassed.

The best way to do it should be to keep silent, say nothing, and then casually comfort Eitole a few words, say something that doesn't hurt or itch, such as you will definitely meet her in the future and other unnutritious blessings, everyone is happy.

Probably because the people I met with Mai these days were very gentle people, and Luther also got some of their meddling temperament, and wanted to give this silly boy who was still struggling a result.

give up?
If you give up, you will still be so excited when it comes to Chaomeng, will you still be so unwilling?

Luther knew that feeling, and when he couldn't find it, he lied to himself "I tried my best", "It seems that I have no chance", "It was just a dream" and so on.

Etoile is a smart man, he didn't ask, but sat there with a look of relief.

Regardless of whether Etoile really believed Luther's words, at least he had an excuse to let go.

It is impractical to find Chaomeng. No one knows where Chaomeng is. Her feelings for humans should be very complicated now, and the possibility of appearing in front of humans is very low. Even if you take the initiative to approach, she will run away if she senses it.

There is no need to do such a waste of energy. With the strength that Etoile showed in the elf battle just now, he can go further on the road of trainer. Although he wasted some time, it will not become the irreparable situation of Harold.

After eating, Luther picked up the tableware and washed it in the stream beside him, and Maoo also followed with the tableware.

"Thank you for letting him relax. In fact, I can see that after you said that sentence, you regretted it a little."

Luther wiped the bowls and chopsticks with a cloth. Hearing what Maou said, he didn't look up and sighed.

"I'm a person who hates trouble and doesn't like to explain. In fact, I don't need to explain to you, so I just mentioned it casually."

Maou stroked the light-blond hair that fell in front of his eyes, and nodded: "I know, if Etoile doesn't believe me, you won't argue, you'll just laugh and say you're joking."

Luther smiled: "Would it be very tiring for Etoile to have a girlfriend like you? Someone told you that it's okay to read people's minds, but don't tell the truth?"

"He is a person who doesn't know how to take care of himself. Back then, he said he wanted to find traces of Chaomeng's existence, and then he ran all over the world. I can only run with him, otherwise I am always worried that he will be deceived by others. He... is too stunned."

Luther also felt that this description was very appropriate, and the two of them laughed at the same time.

After washing the tableware, Mao shook off the drops of water on his hands and asked, "Do you like girls who can't read your mind?"

"Strictly speaking, I don't think it's okay to live a lifetime without a girl, as long as I have elves to accompany me."

Luther stood up, ready to go back to the camp.

"You say that, Mai seems a bit pitiful." Maou's voice came from behind Luther.

Luther stopped in his footsteps.

"It may be difficult for a boy to feel it, but a girl is very sensitive, and she likes you very much."

Mao looked at Luther's back, and continued, "You know it yourself, right? Although I haven't been with you for a long time, I can still tell that you are not a person with low EQ. A girl is willing to follow you around all the time, help you out, look at you when you talk, and praise you in various ways when chatting with me."

"You can feel it." Maou walked up to Luther, and cast a sideways glance at Luther, "Or, you are just pretending not to know."

After a while, Luther took a deep breath and exhaled.

"Have you encountered any danger during your travels with Etoile? I mean, a life-and-death crisis."

Maou didn't expect that Luther would ask such a question. After thinking for a while, he recalled: "In the Carlos area, we once encountered a poaching team of elves. There were many people on the other side. Itole and I were injured in trying to save the captured elves. In the end, the Interpol and the Regional Alliance arrived in time to save us."

"Then have you ever thought that in that scene, you were just lucky. If something happened, either you or him, one of them would die."

Mao was silent, staring at Luther.

"I faced almost the same choice, a choice I had to make, and I chose to gamble. It's ridiculous, right, the only way to solve the crisis of life and death is to gamble."

Luther's hand holding the tableware creaked.

"You might say, if you can, you are willing to die for Aitole. I know you are that kind of person, and you can't hide your love for him."

"For me, I don't want to have such a multiple-choice question again. So I once asked myself, and I also asked Mai a question."

"How much power does a person need to have in order to hold his own happiness?"

"Before I have enough strength to protect myself and the people around me, I dare not like or love anyone... because I love them and I don't want them to be hurt."

Mao stared at Luther, she vaguely felt that there was a fire burning in Luther's heart.

"Is your enemy very powerful?"

"They were strong for me before, and they will be nothing in the future."

"If you run into trouble, you can contact us on the list of illustrated book holders. We, and even the illustrated book holders, will help you." Maou said, "You should know that the holders of the illustrated book prototype are a very well-connected circle."

Luther shook his head: "No one can help me, you are too clean, if there is, it must be the poisonous plant."

Maou did not understand Luther's words.

clean?Poisonous plants?

What does it mean?
However, Luther had no intention of continuing the chat, and returned to the camp directly.

Luther didn't intend to let anyone help him deal with Evergreen and the mob. What he wanted was not destruction...but a trial.

A trial not permitted by the Union Penal Code.

He didn't think that these people who were born with madness in their hearts would reform after entering the prison. They would just spread this madness as seeds to every corner of the world.

What a wonderful world, lovely elves, simple people, stunning scenery, and…

People who love me.

Luther did not believe that violence was the only solution to the problem, but it was clear that it was impossible to deal with mobs without violence.

The history of this world has not seen that kind of horrific violence, and these gentle playboys are far from knowing that death can be more terrible.

Before those crazy seeds took root and germinated, Luther decided to cut the weeds and root them out!
　I raised my waist today, so I can’t change it anymore. It caused my back pain two days ago
　　
　
(End of this chapter)