[Western Fantasy] The black-skinned elf also wants to hug the rich woman’s lap today

In a sense, "Porcelain Princess" Anne Roger treats everyone around her equally.

This is easy to understand. Just like humans don't care about the life and death of ants, the queen ant and the worker ant are just different in name. Annerogie didn't care whether the maid serving her was from a noble or a commoner, nor did she care whether her future fiancé was an elf, a sandman, or the son of a down-and-out noble like him.

What arrogance.

She doesn't speak easily and doesn't move around much. To her, the world was only the size of Rainbow Palace, but that was enough. He will be her eyes, her ears, her mouth and tongue, just like her organs in the world.

But just because I knew her so well, I felt that from a certain moment, she became strange. Whether it was the tone of voice that was half a degree higher, the heavier breathing, or the silver-white eyes that suppressed the unpredictable emotions. This may be just an intuition. It was as if the indescribable soul imprisoned in the porcelain skin was boiling and about to slowly overflow from the cracks in the porcelain. It is difficult to change people who remain unchanged, and there must be an opportunity. He shouldn't know anything. This is really too strange, whether it is this trip or now...

Zeelan took off his gloves and wiped his fingers carefully with the silk scarf on the table to avoid residual blood. Then he wiped the lens clamped on his left eye. After nightfall, the temperature drops sharply, fog condenses on the lenses, and dots of water droplets condense into a misty patch. They had changed carriages since their whereabouts were discovered. The current carriage is completely aristocratic in specifications, made of hickory wood abundant in the Snow Ji Forest. It is strong, durable, thermally insulated and worth a fortune. But even so, the cold air will still sneak into the car through invisible gaps, not to mention the door is now wide open.

The weather is a little better today, and the light snowfall for three days and three nights has finally stopped. Snowflakes are falling one after another, and countless whites are stacked on the black land. The fragile bodies are glued together, hard and indestructible, sealing the land.

Just as Anne Roger had predicted, winter came extra early this year. This is not exactly good news.

The unexpected harsh winter left the beasts on the ground unprepared. There was no food stored, and there was no way to dig out edible wild vegetables from under the snowdrifts, so his fangs had to be pointed at... the people he shouldn't mess with.

Miss Bai stood in the snow with her hands behind her back. She had white skin, white hair, and a white dress. From a distance, she looked like an overly delicate snowman. This should have been a rather artistic sight, but unfortunately, the three rough bandits in front of her had their hands and feet tied with thick hemp ropes. Their eyes were rolling around, struggling secretly without giving up, regardless of the fact that their wrists were bruised and bleeding due to friction. They should have been white. The snow now looked as if it had been ridden by rude boars.

In the thorn pile not far away, the bodies of their accomplices were piled up like garbage. There were no indecent tearing bloody wounds. They were killed with a single knife, leaving only a bright red scratch on the neck, proving the cause of their death.

The extremely fast sword, the excellent sword, belongs only to Zelandurt, the mentor, knight, and fiancé candidate of Princess Porcelain.

Annerogie gently kicked the snowdrift in front of her, as if she suddenly found it interesting, "...so he is very 'pious'"

The leader had a red beard that almost covered his eyes, and his bare hands, feet and chest were covered with thick hair. His body was balled up by the hemp rope, almost like a ball of flesh.

"Yes, Miss. There are many rumors about this in the Snow Forest." He nodded with a smile, but his thick fingers restlessly tied the rope behind his back, "Prince Narcissus, the younger brother of the current Elf King. , devoutly believes in the 'Light', and is more friendly to the Holy See. So much so that certain measures made the Elf King intolerable and made him furious. Even those of us who do small business with the elves have heard about it."

"For example" the girl became a little interested.

"The prince once stole the 'Draining Fang' treasured by the elves." Red Beard was frightened. "I heard that he planned to dedicate it to the church, but of course he was stopped in the end. Because of this, the prince was banned by the Elf King for two hundred years."

The girl said nothing and kicked the snowdrift again. I can't tell what I'm thinking. His small red-bearded eyes were hidden behind his beard, and he looked up and down at the little girl.

It is no exaggeration to say that this is the most beautiful little girl he has ever seen, even far better than the elves in the Snow Ji Forest who are famous for their beauty. Judging by her dress, she doesn't know who is the daughter of a noble family. If it were sold on the black market, someone would definitely be willing to buy her the eight gold mines and two crystal mines in the Weeping Stone Forest. These priceless treasures would become nothing in front of her.

The girl gave him an inscrutable look, and the red beard hurriedly covered up the slightly presumptuous look.

"It seems that you are very well-informed, as a 'wandering merchant'." Anne Luojie spoke loudly, mocking the poor disguise of this group of bandits in a smooth tone.

"Yes, yes." Redbeard smiled and reluctantly broke the joint of his left thumb. The unconscious fingers are more like unconscious flesh and blood connected to flesh and bone, ready for separation and abandonment. He narrowed his eyes and pretended to be polite, "We know a lot, from south to north, from west to east. Miss, is there anything else you are interested in?"

The girl pondered for a moment, then her toes touched the snow piles she had piled on the ground. "Then have you ever heard of the 'Blind Saint'?"

"What?" Redbeard was stunned for a moment. At the same time, half of his palm was successfully released from the noose. This is really good news. The young lady in front of me looks completely weak. The powerful man wearing glasses is sitting in a carriage five steps away from here. If he hijacks this young lady who seems to have a higher status now, then even if Even the swordsman had no choice but to capture him.

He still needs some time, but he can't talk to death.

"Haha." He smiled awkwardly, "The church has not produced a saint for hundreds of years. I heard that this is a title dedicated to the most pure, kind and pious believers. A blind man... That is not the Holy See's recognition of itself. Are you blind?"

He admitted that he said this with a bit of ridicule, but his smile froze at the corner of his mouth. That extremely good-looking young lady's expression didn't seem to change, but somehow, he could feel a chill coming from within. Her eyes were faint, and they were obviously light silver but had incredible depth.

A corner of his heart was tightly squeezed. Bandits are naturally more indifferent to death, but this indescribable fear is even more indescribable than death. It is like a cold and sticky soft-bodied creature licking the fragile eyelids, and inserting Nobuko into the bottom of the eyeball, and he Unable to resist.

A smile broke out on the girl's face.

"I decided to let you live." She sounded very happy, and even took off a string of pigeon blood red diamonds from her wrist, threw it into his arms like a reward, gave him a look and walked back, " Be thankful.”

No more ideas. My brain was frozen. The extremely fine bracelet stuck coldly to his flesh and blood, sliding across his chest like a malicious red snake, scurrying down.

He didn't dare to think about anything, his expression was dull, he grabbed the bracelet and staggered back.

"We had so much fun chatting." Zeelan on the carriage handed her the freshly boiled eggs. The porcelain princess is born with fragility, including a stomach that is hard to fill. She had not eaten all day simply because the food around her was unpalatable.

Anne Luojie's face has returned to calmness. This is extremely simple for her, as if those emotions have never appeared before. "Am I not observing the sentiments of the people?"

She tilted her head, "Although it seemed to scare him."

In contrast, Zelan's expression was a little more serious. With a stiff face, he began to rummage through the drawers in the carriage again. He believed that there must be tea that the princess loved in it. "To be aware of public sentiment, it is better to inquire about your 'that' fiancé."

Princess Porcelain seemed to be peeling off the egg shells carelessly, "Actually, his situation is similar to what I know, but there are still some differences."

"For example," Zeelan finally found a tea box in the corner of the third drawer. He pulled out a set of porcelain tea sets from the bottom, "I thought your prophet was known as 'all-knowing and all-powerful'"

"The so-called rumors reversed the cause and effect. It was not that Narcissus was flattering the Holy See of Light, but that the Holy See was trying to use the Elf Prince to obtain the 'Draining Fang'." She answered the first question casually, but remained silent about the second one. talk.

Just when Zeelan thought that this topic had been lightly discussed, Anne Luojie suddenly said to herself, "'Omniscient and omnipotent' is limited to the scope of my 'vision'. I thought that was enough to know the big, big enough to know All of this world.”

"But I was wrong."

"We are always looking at this side of the moon, but does the back side of the moon not exist because of this? Doesn't it have an impact on this land?"

"The tide is rolling in. This is my 'Dark Under the Light'."

A corner of the curtain was blown open by the wind at some point. Silent darkness naturally broke into this small area of ​​candlelight.

The egg had been completely shelled, and she held it in her palms. The egg was so crystal clear that it looked far beyond its value.

"Eggs broken from the outside are food, but eggs broken from the inside are life." She raised it between Zeelan's eyes, "Please be careful, we are being watched."

Snowflakes struggled to fall from the dark sky, and the dots of fluorescence looked like tiny broken stars. She ignored Zeelan's symbolic obstruction and stepped onto the snow with bare feet. The coldness transmitted upward from the nerves in the soles of the feet triggers the brain to meditate.

She stood in this dark night and white snow and pondered her mistake.

Of course it's a mistake. This sinful mistake was so subtle and fatal. Under her eyes, it grew, multiplied, and gradually tightened in this world that was closely related to "her".

So she didn't deserve to die, she died.

So there is no end to the world, death.

The shameful parasite lurks on the other side of her eyeballs, emptying the world of its nourishment and future.

"Sure enough." Anne Luojie looked into the distance. The remaining warm mist left her pale lips, like a white ghost dancing in the dark night, and her soul disappeared with it. "I hate the word 'eyes without eyes'."

"I regret."

Her fingers climbed up a lespedeza tree beside her that had been covered by white snow, and broke off a slender black branch. Snow fell from the branches one after another. Her fingers were twisted with tiny red marks.

It was like being bitten by an invisible thread.

But soon she coughed, and even if she covered her mouth in time, a sticky line of blood slipped from her fingers unable to withstand the gravity.

Silver-white eyes stared unfocused at the scarlet dots on the snow in front of him, which were covered by snowflakes. "This body is useful... but it is still too fragile. It is barely alive."

"Can't stand any more 'rules'."

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Not far away, under a huge bare oak tree, a raven on a snowdrift rolled its black eyes and flapped its wings as it flew up to the treetop.

A corner of the snowdrift collapsed due to the sound of the wings, revealing a gray and frozen left hand. The joints were congested and swollen, and the blood vessels were blue and purple.

A bright red gemstone bracelet that is incompatible with the snow is worn on it. Shining with a coquettish and ominous light.