Elf Sword Dance

"Here."

Reaching out to pass the 'rice paper' again, Croso said without any hesitation: "I have already signed my signature on it, so Xiaoyou, should you also sign your name?"

"..."

(cut.)

(Croso is actually worried about me reneging.)

(She doesn't weigh, weigh, am I the kind of person who will 'cross the river and tear down the bridge'?)

If it's something else, I really trust you, Xiaoyou.

But when it comes to eating and drinking...

After saying this through the radio channel between the two of them, Croso glanced at Xue Linyou sideways, and then said with a faint smile: "You little guy is a little uncertain."

"What does it mean to be a little uncertain!"

In vain, hearing that this guy, Croso, even questioned his own character, Xue Linyou suddenly yelled, "Which meal in the past four years was not cooked by me?"

"But in the past four years, Xiaoyou, you haven't given me a single meal."

It was okay not to mention this at first, but when it was mentioned, Croso also started to complain.

Although it was true that Xue Linyou was cooking for the past four years, every time he asked Croso to help.

Let's do it!

That's a strike!

Just imagine how Closso, one of the three goddesses of fate, would do such a thing?

Isn't this a loss of self-worth?

Even though...

She has now transformed into a 'holy elf' yes, but...

But there is no master who enslaves the 'contract elf' like this?

Know it's abuse!

Total abuse!

So Closso is protesting!

She wants to take back her sovereignty, she wants to take back her share of glory, that is—resolutely not to cook!

"Is asking Crosor to help you fill some firewood and take care of the vegetables by the way is considered abuse?"

Seeing Keluo Suo's harmless face, Xue Linyou gritted his teeth in hatred.

He does not deny that if there is no Closso, he would not be as successful as he is now, but...

Thanksgiving is thanksgiving.

But being human...

Oh, no, it should be said that as a 'goddess of the future' who also serves as a 'holy elf', he couldn't let her get ahead?

Yes.

He also understood that it might be a little wronged for her to let Croso do these jobs.

But for things like cooking, you definitely need help from others, right?

after all……

Xue Linyou was only six years old back then.

"Forget it!" Nodding his head heavily, Croso replied extremely firmly: "Xiaoyou, which 'master' have you ever seen would let his 'contract elf' do such a thing?"

"I've seen one myself."

Squinting his eyes slightly, Xue Linyou pointed to himself, and said in a flat tone: "That's me."

"..."

"..."

For a moment, the atmosphere was a little awkward, and the scene was a little silent.

(Are you using and explaining yourself as a precedent?)

While thinking this way, Croso sighed softly, and seemed to give up arguing: "You must be the only one in this world who can say such a thing?"

"Well."

Being hemmed and hawed by the other party, Xue Linyou didn't make any rebuttals at the moment.

because……

What Croso said was the truth, and he had no right to refute it.

What's more, he actually feels a little guilty psychologically.

Let a teacher who taught him carefully for four years, and let a "contract elf" who took good care of him for four years help him lay hands, fill firewood, and take care of vegetables every day.

Honestly.

Although he thought it was nothing before and even just now, when he thought of the other party's identity in the past, he suddenly couldn't help but grow shorter.

(Goddess.)

(I asked a goddess to help me.)

(I am afraid……)

(I'm afraid only I can do it.)

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