The fifth king of the elves

Chapter 841 841. Public Execution
Now not only Luther and Acerola's curiosity was aroused, but even Darkley couldn't help but want to know what a ghost-type elf secretly brought to his home.

Luther and Acerola still wanted to persuade the Night Demon to lead him in, but seeing that the Night Demon would rather die than submit, Darkrai knew that the possibility was unlikely, so he decided to be direct.

Luther was still doing psychological training for the night demon, when a black shadow flashed in front of him, he turned his head and saw that Darkley had already rushed to the tree hole.

The night demon was in a hurry, and rushed over in a hurry.

When Darkley attacked just now, the Night Demon knew that he was not an opponent at all, but now he didn't care about the consequences, and he punched Darkley with a freezing fist without thinking.

Darkley didn't even look back, stretched out a hand and released a light shadow ball.

The shadow ball was soft and weak, and it was used for intimidation. Taking advantage of this gap, he dodged into the tree hole.

The night demon was stunned, and he didn't follow into the tree hole. He didn't stop Luther and Acerola from following in, and the whole elf turned pale.

"Is...is this reasonable?" Acerola was shocked when she saw the piles of things piled up in the spacious tree hole.

With the flash technique released by the Wraith Shadow Doll, Luther could clearly see the decoration in the cave.

Now I know why the night demon is so resistant to come in and visit.

Stacked orderly in the corner are all kinds of illustrations and comics.

The covers of these books are wrinkled, some pages are even yellowed, and some even the title pages are tattered and disappeared.

Luther opened a book at random, and it turned out to be a children's book. The stories he told were also very easy to understand. The elves saved the people in distress, and the two lives recognized each other and became good friends. This is an enlightening and enlightening story.

Opened another book, oh well, new tricks.

This comic is not just about elves, it focuses on the story of two elves who bring their own trainers together, and the main perspective is actually elves.

Acerola looked at the paintings on the wall, and then at the night demon outside the door.

At this time, the Night Demon Spirit was standing at the door of the tree hole and looking into the tree hole.

Luther also saw the paintings on the wall, and called him a good guy at the moment.

If you guessed correctly, they are basically the big color inserts that come with those comics.

There is a Pokkiss holding Pokby with its wings outstretched, surrounded by illustrations of elf eggs that have not yet hatched.

There is an illustration of two beautiful girls kissing among the flying petals.

There is an illustration of a muscular macho doing bodybuilding poses to show off his muscles.

There is a very romantic illustration of a young princess hugging a girl.

No, what is your identity, Dark Night Demon, and what kind of illustrations are you hanging in your home?

It's Lily Chef, and it's the fencing guy. Give me an exact number. It's hard for people like you to check the ingredients for you.

And what is the meaning of the person-sized, crookedly carved "paper" on the wall next to it? Is it a new type of charade?

When Luther and Acerola were flipping through these old comics and deciphering the meaning of the paper, Darkley made a new discovery.

Darkrai suddenly appeared in front of Luther holding two figures of beautiful girls.

Swimwear, big European style, the fabric is so small that one wonders whether it can play a blocking role.

The Night Demon finally came in, snatched the beautiful girl from Darkrai's hands at a speed that didn't fit his bloated body, and kept making warning sounds.

Darkley pretended he didn't hear it, and you can't beat me, so just yell twice and do as you please.

Seeing Darkley continue to rummage in the dark corner, Resentful Shadow Doll chased after him sensiblely to help with the lighting.

"He said, let's, be careful, don't break it."

Darkley's sentence is as uncomfortable as ever, but the meaning is accurately conveyed.

The Night Demon treasured his collection very much, for fear that Darkley and Luther would damage it.

Not only that, he immediately ran to check if there was any damage to the cartoon that Luther put back in its place just now, and rushed to Da Kelai after reading it, and kept telling Da Kelai to handle it with care.

Luther felt that it didn't matter if he didn't handle it with care. Most of the handicrafts that Darkley found in the grooves in the corners of the walls were defective products.

Some have lost their heads, some are missing arms and legs, and some have lost their color.

After staying by Luther's side for a long time, I have never seen anything with poor workmanship or even defective workmanship. Da Kelai can't see what is so precious about these things at all.

But he still respected the night demon, and after reading it, he gently put these things back to their original places.

Luther could see that this night demon was the dead house in the elves, no wonder it was so difficult to enter his room to take a look at him.

The reason is simple, fear of being publicly executed.

He also instantly understood why Meng Yao would be angry if the things he brought back were hidden by Meng Yao. With his performance just now, things that others thought were rags were of great value in his eyes.

"Just ask." Luther said to Darkley.

Darkley also knew what Luther wanted to ask, so he continued the topic when he was outside.

Since they have all been executed, it doesn't matter, the night demon said frankly.

The night demon did not steal the owner's things, he stole the garbage that no one wanted, and what he did was more like a trash picker.

A few years ago, the night demon picked up a backpack left behind by some traveler in the forest. There were many books in it, which should be used to relieve boredom.

The densely packed text is like a heavenly book to the night demon, he can't understand it, and feels very boring.

But those colorful illustrations are very attractive to him. Although there is an ugly blank in these paintings, with words he can't understand written in them, but he can understand the content of the paintings.

Because of this, he began to collect all kinds of illustrated books and comic books.

However, not every traveler will be so careless and leave their things behind. The addicted night elves can only try to grope outside the forest.

By chance, he crossed the mountains and went to a place near the outskirts of EMI, where there was a garbage disposal plant.

Every day, all kinds of sorted garbage are transported here to wait for processing.

After a long period of exploration, he knew that there was something he needed under the category of "paper", but he was afraid that he would forget it afterwards, so he specially engraved the word "paper" on the wall of his house.

Because the garbage sent is simply sorted by the trash throwers, very few can be perfectly sorted, and the secondary sorting process takes time, so no one has ever found out about the night monster stealing garbage.

It was also because of this that the Night Demon was able to find his first plastic figurine in a bag of paper trash.

(End of this chapter)