Life is tough, so Honglong resorts to performing?

Chapter 16 Thunder
"I haven't had the chance to ask your name yet."

Knowing that the red-haired youth in front of her meant her no harm, the wood elf relaxed.

She sat upright on the floor and asked earnestly.

Loren hesitated for a moment, and considering the other party's identity as a druid, he decided to use the stage name he had discussed with Morris.

“Spike, um... in your Elvish language it probably means spark.”

"Is the spark... because of your hair, which is as beautiful as flames?"

The elf pondered, gazing at Loren's red hair, and spoke sincerely.
"You're a perfect match."

"Did your mother get it for you? She must love you very much."

No, it was the boss I just found who named it for me.

As for my mother, she felt that I was no longer suitable to stay by her side when I was just three years old, so she found a wide sewer and threw me away.

The reason is that I am the best among this batch of dragon cubs.

Loren thought to himself silently.

When the other person said, "She must love you very much," Loren almost couldn't keep his composure.

He felt it was better not to say such things to the wood elf, lest it shatter the other's worldview.

“I am Denise Ye Ying of the Ye Ying family, Denise Ye Ying.”

"In any case, I will definitely repay you for your help."

The wood elf placed one hand on her chest and bowed deeply to Loren. Her intuition told her that Loren's act of saving her might not be so simple.

But in reality, she was indeed saved by the other party.

As an elven noble, she was well aware of these things.

"Let's talk about repaying later."

Loren glanced at the smiling elf. Based on her words, he felt that this woman might be a little naive, but she was definitely not stupid.

This means that his words could perhaps be expressed more bluntly.

"I wiped out all the scum of the Speed ​​Hands Brotherhood."

Loren paused, and seeing that the other party neither blamed him nor agreed with him, but only frowned in thought, he continued,

"If anyone asks you about it later, just say they died because of you wood elves, or because of revenge from your family, or from someone behind you."

Loren sighed, and began to speak, feigning some worry.
"You can tell from my surroundings that I'm very poor and can't afford to be messed with by big shots like you."

The wood elf looked around and realized that the room was indeed small, even cramped.

Although there is a protective barrier, it may have been set up by this Mr. Spike himself.

He should have a fairly high mage level.

“I understand. If it’s convenient, you can give me a room with a protective barrier in your residence to sleep in tonight. I will go out in the morning.”

"I will set up my family's contact information outside. In less than two days, they will come to the designated place to pick me up, and your crisis will be resolved."

Denise pondered her answer, but then she noticed that Mr. Spike's expression was becoming increasingly strange.

"What's wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?"

Denise was a little confused; she felt she had handled things quite well.

“Friend, this is all that I have in my home.”

Loren suddenly looked at the other person with a hint of mockery.

Upon hearing that this cramped space was actually Mr. Spike's entire residence, the wood elf's eyes widened in surprise.

She probably couldn't imagine how such a cramped space could be enough for one person to live in.

This is not just a room, but a complete dwelling!

This is way too small! Loren just loves seeing how rich people act like they've never seen anything like this before.

When one thing stands out too much, the others will be reasonably hidden.

The most striking difference between Loren and Denise is clearly the disparity in their wealth.

"The landlord is already asleep. To avoid attracting attention, I suggest you squeeze in here for the night."

"After all, the effects of the medicine haven't worn off yet, so I used some methods to wake you up."

"Then tomorrow morning, I'll find you a place, and you can use the magic crystal terminal to notify someone you trust to come over."

"Now you know who got you into this situation."

"How did you, a druid, manage to get arrested by a bunch of low-town scum?"

Loren explained the current situation to the other party while asking them questions.

The fact that the Elf Girl's faction resorted to underhanded tactics implies that, in terms of overt strength, the Elf Girl's faction should have the upper hand.

Therefore, as long as this period is weathered, Loren believes that this investment will definitely yield positive returns.

The prerequisite is that you can find the other party, find the guy behind it all.

If the enemy is in the dark and we are in the light, then things will be much more difficult.

However, to Loren's disappointment, the wood elf slowly shook her head.

"It's still not very clear; there are several suspects."

She hesitated for a moment, looked around, and glanced again at the baby-faced, red-haired young man in front of her, a variety of complex thoughts flashing through her mind.

Denise suspected that the current chaos in the lower city was due to her family's excessive indulgence over the years.

So much so that people like Mr. Spike can only live in such a cramped place, taking revenge on those gang scum by killing them all, and in doing so, he happens to save his own life.

Mr. Spike may not be the best, but he's definitely not a bad person.

He must have suffered a lot of injustice before.

Denise had previously observed that when she mentioned that Spike's mother must have loved him very much, Spike's expression clearly changed.

This change is actually quite intriguing.

"It's okay if you don't know."

The elf suddenly spoke up to comfort her, her eyes hardening.

Perhaps this experience rekindled a long-dormant anger within her, or perhaps Loren's current predicament evoked pity in her; in any case, she smiled and spoke to Loren...

"Since they're all suspects anyway, I'm going to eliminate them all."

No, sister?

You're a druid, right?

The smile on Loren's face suddenly froze.

As a shrewd red dragon, Loren is always in the habit of seizing benefits. Flipping the table is a card he will always hold in his hand, but rarely plays.

But the next moment, Loren understood why the druids were green terrorists.

"For the peace of the woodland and for the bright future of Greenleaf City, the roots of corruption must be eradicated. Only good soil can allow life to grow healthily."

As the other party began reciting the doctrines of the Druids, their eyes grew increasingly resolute, preparing to apply the methods used to treat nature to governing the city.

Loren pondered that a storm might soon sweep through the entire city of Emerald Leaf.

And he was right in the eye of the typhoon.

"I thought at most I'd picked up a hot potato, since I'm tough as nails, but it turns out it's a landmine, the kind that'll explode!"

(End of this chapter)