The Devil Does Not Need to Be Defeated

"Thank you?"

Sheehan couldn't help but stop.

no way.

"... Shouldn't it be a promise?"

Such a murmur sounded slightly, and it seemed particularly clear on this silent path.

"Ah?" Melika was stunned for a moment, and then said in a panic, "No... it's not!"

It seems that this elf girl is still very clear about what it means to make a promise.

"Then what are you going to do?"

Sheehan turned around again, showing a very interested expression.

"That..." Melika was stared at by Sheehan, and seemed to feel very uncomfortable. She hesitated for a while, then pointed to the wood next to her, and whispered: "Can you please come with me first? past?"

Hearing this, Sheehan overreacted.

"Grove?"

At this moment, Sheehan only felt that hundreds of G pictures passed through his mind at the speed of light.

I don't know that at this time, Sheen was already thinking about running wild, while Melika was about to go in the direction of the woods, her eyes couldn't help but float in the direction of Magrey.

"Can you really just leave him here?"

Melika seemed a little worried.

"It's alright." Sheehan rolled his eyes and said, "Don't worry about him anymore. He was and is someone who was thinking of hurting you. Why worry about the safety of such a person?"

Rather, if it was in a book with Long Aotian as the protagonist, the appearance of such a person would usually be directly used by the protagonist to smash his bones, pretend to be crazy, and use it to gain the favorability of a beautiful girl. The standard supporting roles used generally don't survive ten chapters. Sheehan just taught each other a lesson. Compared with the protagonists of the past dynasties, it was simply compassion.

Of course, this is also because the relationship between Sean and Melika is not very good. They can't even be called friends. They are just teammates at best, and they are teammates with a limited time. The other party is not like Vivian and Reilly. She took good care of Sheehan, so Sheehan could have a simple and unpleasant attitude, and only taught Magrey a little lesson.

If Margaret's target is Sheehan's lover or even his wife...

In an instant, Hundreds of G pictures flashed past in Sheehan's mind again at the speed of light, but this time, these pictures were not pink, but red like blood.

"babble...!"

Magrey, who was hanging from the tree, didn't know if he was tortured in a nightmare, or if he sensed some coolness, he trembled involuntarily and let out an indistinct scream.

Although Melika was a little concerned about Margaret's situation, she didn't know if she remembered what happened to Margaret this time and the last time, but she finally bowed her head and left without saying a word, and got into the grass.

Sheehan followed quickly.

Suddenly, only Magrey was left hanging on the scene, swaying, looking a bit magical.

......

On the other side, Sheen followed Melika into the woods.

However, not long after entering the woods, Melika stopped and squatted on the ground.

No, that posture, rather than squatting, is more like kneeling on both knees, like a small animal, with both hands on the ground.

"..."

Sheehan, who was walking behind, froze in his footsteps, looking at Melika who suddenly fell on all fours and turned the cute and seductive peach in his direction, his face twitched one after another.

what is this?

Is it an invitation?

Is it an invitation?

It's an invitation!

Sure enough, that's what happened! ? Promise yourself! ?

No, no, no, this is no longer the point of a promise, and it's really okay to use such a posture as soon as you come up?

Just when Sean couldn't help shaking,

There was a strange movement on Melika's side.

“———— Fairy, answer me——”

In a dreamy chant, Melika's small hand on the ground began to release magic power.

It was a very soft, warm and refreshing magic wave, so that around the position of Melika's palm, flowers began to grow at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"This is?"

Sean was stunned.

Immediately afterwards, Sheehan remembered something.

"I seem to have seen records of this in books."

That is the record about the race of elves.

It is said that among the many races of the human race, elves are not only extremely famous and noble magical races, but also have outstanding appearance and a high affinity for magic, and are highly sought after and respected by other races.

Because of their very high magical ability, elves are almost all born magicians, able to use all kinds of magic, and their magic power is much higher than that of other races, even comparable to the demons, so the elves are also prepared Most of the races that are favored by the gods can get the blessings of the gods at the higher level. In the royal family of the elves, there have been a few who have been blessed by the gods at the level of the three goddesses. Fighting together side by side, a variety of stories and legends have been born.

Such elves are born from nature and have a very high affinity for nature, and their magic power has a characteristic that other races do not have.

That is, the magic power is full of extremely rich vitality, and it can even affect the surrounding environment, allowing flowers, plants and trees to grow rapidly.

Now, Melika seems to be doing such a thing.

"Please wait for me."

After a while, Melika stopped, turned her head, and smiled at Sheehan.

I have to say, that smile is not good, really bad.

The scene of the pure and beautiful elf girl sitting among the flowers and looking back and smiling, other than describing it as very bad, what else can be used to describe it?

Unaware of this, Melika began to pluck the flowers one by one, and even the rhizomes together, and then quickly began to weave the flower vines with skillful techniques.

Seeing this, Sheen probably understood what Melika was going to do.

"Are you planning to weave a wreath for me?"

Sheehan asked aloud.

"Yes...Yes." Melika nodded and said in a low voice, "Although it's the first time I've done it, I know very well what to do."

Because this is what any elf would do.

Since elves are a race that is close to nature, kind-hearted, and conservative, when people from other races gain their approval, they will use their own magic to produce flowers with magical power, which are woven into garlands and sent out to show gratitude or close.

The magic power carried by this garland will continue to circulate inside, so even if ten or twenty years pass, it will not wither or deteriorate.

Having this kind of garland means getting the trust or gratitude of a certain elf, which is something worth showing off in the human world.

In the human kingdom, there are even nobles who want to collect the wreath of elves at all costs, which shows how meaningful the wreath is.

Now, Melika intends to thank Shinn with the wreath she wove as a thank you gift.