[Quick Transmigration] Anyway, the protagonist is quite cold

Knowing that only high elves and great wizards like Elrod can see his blood, Geralt spent a lot of time teaching the elves not to tell the truth about being a dragon, and persuaded him to let him go outside. Come and deal with humans.But after only going through two or three towns, Geralt decided that unless they needed food supplies, they needed to avoid places where crowds gathered—because even with a hood and restrained elf-specific gleam, Elrod's The temperament is too outstanding, and the ignorant disciples always appear, making Geralt really tired of dealing with it—maybe there is jealousy? ——I beg the noble elves to endure the curiosity of traveling for a while.

"When I build up my muscles and look more ferocious, they will have some eyes. It only takes a year or two—after all, years are not worth pity for your long life, how?"

But compared to these, Chu Songluo is more worried that the heroine will always come to Geralt's side inevitably.

The word "always" means that he can rewind more than once in this world.

The grand world of this epic pattern is rich in luck and delicious, and the rules are also very difficult.He originally planned to be the kind of boss who was moved by the enthusiastic protagonist and decided to help his friend - good partner - jump back - and was rescued by the protagonist's mouth, and then fell in love with him, but he didn't expect that he was still cultivating Brotherly love, the heroine always falls from the sky, and quickly fights with the unscrupulous son of the dragon, and is sweet and sweet. After finishing the love story, she can't avoid it no matter what.

The heroine who is passionate and daring to defy fate can do this, but the cold-hearted Chu Songluo can't, so he simply took advantage of this momentum and was sadly and innocently stabbed to death by the protagonist's team.

...Chu Songluo, who was not in a good mood, pulled the plot tape like fast-forwarding and rewound the whole process seven times. From this time on, he seriously changed the route——take the excellent acting skills and cultivate the protagonist to grow sweetly Honey fell in love and finally jumped to the big boss route of anti-blackening.

And he also gradually discovered that Geralt is not the kind of brave (wu) dare (nao) type of passionate brave, but like a resourceful ranger, cunning, ambitious, and happy to be kind.

So before, he had always waited for Geralt to beg him for help with a cold face, but this time he pretended to be kind to the end, and rescued him from the sky shining brightly.

In addition, he didn't intend to be the protagonist's support this time, so he didn't choose the longbow route of physical attack, and changed his job to become a magician with the same position as the protagonist, but he didn't expect that Geralt would treat him as a woman because of the cover of the robe .

Hehe, you will stab me back when you stabbed me back then.

"Elrod? Elrod?" Seeing him distracted, Geralt was a little helpless at the elf's laziness, "Did you listen to me?"

"I'm listening to the sound of the wind." The wind was called by the god's beloved, and gently brushed his long golden hair. "The wind tells me that a person is coming."

When the elf's blue eyes looked at him, Geralt couldn't help but miss a beat.

He said slowly, "It's up to you, Geralt. But I need to see this man—I feel the ties of fate."

The implication of true fate.

After all, she owed me in her previous life?You can't hide from her so many times, so it's better not to hide, just face to face.Between the words, he thought of a way to deal with it.

Geralt had a strange feeling in his heart, and he couldn't help but said, "Why haven't I heard that elves can also have the ability to prophesy? - But then again, don't elves all shoot arrows? What are you doing?" magical."

"Prophecy is a matter for wizards, just as fate is a matter for stars. And I am an elf blessed by the stars."

The sky has become dim, and the towns are still brightly lit, but the mountains have been surrounded by transparent silence.The elf in the breeze said, "As for archery, the Rilians are all natural marksmen, but I—"

"Vanyar."

It was the heroine with long silver-gray hair who interrupted Chu Songluo's words.She has an immature face, and she looks like a cute girl, but she is wearing a capable and strong outfit, which wraps the perfect curve of the front and back, and draws the bow in her hand, vigilantly making a posture of attacking at any time.

She stared at Chu Songluo closely with her violet eyes, and repeated, "You are a Vatican. The Vatican are favored by the gods. They were born elves who have seen the holy tree. They have not been to human beings for a long time. Continent - what are you doing here?"

Chu Songluo nodded, "That's right, I'm a Fanya, so what I'm good at is magic."

Geralt looked at the woman's not-so-obvious pointed ears, her weird Elven language at first, and her dangerous posture of vigilance, and then saw Elrod standing there defenseless, and even agreed. It was the first time she understood the meaning of "too angry to smoke" from the way she said it.Now his body was swelling with an energy that was about to burst, he felt his breathing was hot, and flames were about to be ejected from his mouth.

Check it out!You, the so-called person who is implicated by fate, is a woman!Still want to kill you!

Geralt swallowed this sentence forcefully, and said angrily, "I don't know about the race of elves, but you'd better put down your bow. Obviously, our benevolent elves have never been hostile to weak humans. "

The blond-haired elf glanced at him indifferently: "She is a half-elf, a hybrid of human and Rilian. As you can see, she is good at bows and arrows. Besides——"

Saying so, he raised the wand in his hand, but he didn't use magic, just let the wand emit a faint gleam.

The light from the holy tree caused the girl with half-elf blood in her body to immediately fall into an overloaded faint.

Following the wind, the elf came to her behind and caught her body in an instant, and the wind sent the smell of blood: "—Besides, she was injured."

Geralt was so angry that he poked at the air above the ground, but something unexpected happened——

A ring of fire like a squib came out of his throat, and the scorching heat caused the air to roll into waves.

The flame didn't dissipate completely when it touched the elf robes elaborately made by the Noah tribe. Geralt was startled, and quickly rolled on the open space before getting up in embarrassment, but happened to meet Elrod who zoomed in The face in front of my eyes.

The elf squatted beside him, reaching out to touch his chest—God, what is "she" going to do?

Geralt's blood was still hot, but he still felt his face was hot. He stared at the sky uncomfortably, letting the always cold elf girl touch him intimately, Qiqiai asked: "Uh, what are you doing?" What?"

The elf spat out a series of incomprehensible syllables, and then explained in the common language of the mainland, "Your dragon's breath has been activated. After the dragon's blood passes through the heart, it will go to a dragon's unique organ 'dragon heart', and convert the energy into Dragon breath, stored in the lungs."

——So they were confirming his organs?

Geralt was a little disappointed, and turned back to look at "her", "Can I get up?"

The elf nodded, and Geralt jumped up, and quickly took the elf's hand to pull "her" up—even though "she" definitely didn't need it.Geralt defended himself, "It's a gentleman, it's human etiquette."

Geralt seemed to see "But you are not human" written in the elf's eyes.

But "she" didn't dwell on this topic, but said, "We should speed up the pace, you grow very fast—"

"I know, I know," Geralt himself has bought many books about dragons, "if I don't get the inheritance before the 'dragon heart' matures, I will become a half-human, half-dragon irrational monster. He turned around and looked at the half-elf girl who was placed aside on the soft grass that "she" had just spawned, and said angrily, "Didn't expect that? The person implicated by your fate is a woman."

The elf said calmly, "It's not about gender."

"She" pondered for a while, and then said: "Out of caution, I shouldn't recommend the rare ice dragon inheritance to you, so as not to affect your future."

Geralt was hit hard by that "nothing about gender", and asked without interest: "Is there anything else?"

"I hate the dragon's flame." Chu Songluo decided to gain his trust with moderate honesty, "You've heard the bard's song——"

"—only the fire of the dragon, the curse of the gods, and great sorrow can kill the elves."

Geralt murmured, then shocked, "It's true?! Then why would you help a scion of a dragon?"

The elf looked at him with pure and clear eyes.

Geralt was defeated without accident, and sighed: "Okay, I shouldn't ask that. Of course I want to choose the ice dragon. Let's go find the bones of the frost dragon, shall we?"

Elrod responded with a smile.

Geralt: "——!!!"

Geralt immediately crouched on the ground clutching his chest.

I can't hold back the prehistoric power in my body!

Geralt stopped the elf who wanted to return him with "gentlemen's etiquette" to pull him up, staggered and was about to run away to take a bath, but was stopped by the elf.

"She" pointed to the heroine who was still lying on the ground, "She needs a quiet place to rest."

Geralt was already able to understand the meaning of the elf who saves words, and he resignedly carried this hateful "person implicated by fate" on his back. Feeling the surge of breasts on his back, he couldn't help but feel a little stingy. Could the rival be a woman—or a woman with much bigger breasts than his sweetheart?

Imagining Elrod's smooth body and that smile, the flame in Geralt's heart ignited again.

He thought bitterly, it's better to have a flat chest!The goddess' breasts are different from those coquettish sluts outside!

***

Geralt refused to allow Elrod to come into contact with this alluring slut, so he was the only one who ushered in the half-elf's awakening.

Maybe it was because the sky was dark at that time, or maybe the young man next to an elf didn't have the slightest sense of existence. The coquettish bitch didn't seem to remember him at all, and asked weakly, "Who are you? Why am I here?"

Geralt thought to himself that I, a time-traveler, haven't asked these classic questions yet, why are you asking me instead?

The beautiful body of the half-elf seemed more and more distasteful to him, he slung his legs and dangled a grass in his mouth, and dealt with her casually, "I am a brave man looking for dragons, a penniless vagabond, as for you, Who knows who you are?"

"Brave?" The girl smiled in surprise, "That's great, I am the princess of this country!"

Geralt was dumbfounded, the grass root fell from his mouth, and he quickly picked it up again.The half-elf who claimed to be a princess gave a lengthy list of names, and then said what Geralt expected, "You can call me Ludovina!"

"... Ludovina." He asked with difficulty: "Okay, I'll treat you as a princess, but how could a princess of a country appear here?"

Princess Ludovina pursed her rose-like pink lips, sullen. "My father is a big villain. He wants to marry me to a nobleman whom I have never met! I hate him, so I sneaked out without telling the guards." She looked at Geralt expectantly, " You are a brave man, do you want to be my knight? That's what bards sing!"

Ludovina puffed out her chest.

Ludovina in the original book was intentionally raised by the king to be scheming and arrogant and rebellious—the king claimed to be the pursuer of the god of beauty, but in his eyes, beauties with gold and gems were naturally useless, but What is more beautiful is the melting of gold, the crushing of gemstones, and the self-esteem of the beauty being tortured to the point of collapse.He raised his daughter to be a beauty, and after suffering for many years, he was about to enjoy the beauty in his eyes, so Ludovina naturally wanted to run away.

She is very good at using her charm as a woman, in exchange for the protection of countless people.Although the young man in front of him claimed to be a homeless man, his robes were clearly made with exquisite workmanship and enchanted with high-level magic.If he didn't have any power behind him, how could he afford such clothes?

...But why am I here?

By the way, that Vatican elf!

The Vatican are the most noble elves, and they haven't appeared on the mainland for many years.Although I don't know why he is there, he must be powerful.She originally wanted to win his protection with the posture of a stubborn and independent half-elf, but she didn't know what kind of magic he used to make herself unconscious! !

She still felt pain in her brain when she recalled it, and it was only then that she remembered that there was another person beside the elf from the drowsiness.

"--It's you!"

After recalling it, her attitude changed drastically, "Where is Fan Ya?"

She stopped pretending to be cute and pitiful, and Geralt naturally didn't deserve to play with her.In terms of force, he can't compare to this half-elf for the time being - he secretly prepared a gesture to escape, and said with a sneer, "You want to kill her, why should I tell you where she is?"

Wait, "she"?

However, Ludovina is relieved when she thinks that the Fanya tribe in the literature is indeed mostly female, and that the young elves are all named by their mothers and grow up with their mothers.It turned out to be a female elf, no wonder there was no mercy in the attack.

Ludovina also disdainfully said: "The kind of light elves who are born under the holy tree naturally look down on me, a bastard with human blood who is easily tempted by darkness. I heard that most of the Vatican people have pure blood and cleanliness, and they will take the initiative Get rid of the half-elves."

"Nothing like that."

The door was pushed open, and the elf took off his hood.His appearance is like amber, making people feel only in a trance and bewildered, but at the same time feel that he is beautiful and pitiful, and at the same time feel mysterious and far away, like a man on the cloud.

"She" gently put her wand into Ludovina's hand.

"The holy tree will keep you safe. Go to the southern jungle to find the gray elves' residence. With this branch, they will provide you with protection in your escape."

The magic wand is meaningless to Chu Songluo, because magic is just a line of rules, and he is the master of the rules.

It was not a pity for him to give the wand, on the contrary, no matter how kind Elrod was on the surface, Geralt's favor would lean more towards him.

This was the method Chu Songluo came up with, and seeing Geralt's ashen complexion, he knew that this method was still very effective.

Chu Songluo then calmly threw meat and bones to the big dragon-born dog to show comfort.

"I'm going on a journey with my friends, I can't go with you, so let's go."

The elf, adhering to Geralt's nonsense "gentlemen's etiquette", held out his hand to him——

Geralt forced down the corners of his upturned mouth.

***

Elrod, the Vatican Elf, and Geralt, the descendant of the dragon, spent their journey northwards in Geralt's day-to-day general knowledge classes.

Geralt said earnestly: "...I know you are kind! But you have to keep important things and life-saving things for yourself! I'm not talking about selfishness—whatever I say is selfishness. What's wrong with selfishness? Moderate selfishness It's necessary! That demon—the woman wanted to kill you before! Why did you treat her so well! Blablablabla... Wait, are you listening to me???"

Elrod: "I'm listening to the wind."

The author has something to say: Geralt: "I can be deaf to my words! Listen to my voice!!"