The Holy Right of a Comic

Then, Shatila saw a person in her room.

He was sitting on the edge of his own bed, wearing an extremely gorgeous robe that looked like a school uniform, with a noble and majestic demeanor, no matter who saw him, he would think that he was a great nobleman.

Like herself, the noble man in front of her also has silver hair, and his appearance is quite weird and contradictory. Shatila can be sure that he is a man, but his appearance exudes a weirdness that seems to be a man, a woman, a saint, and a prisoner. temperament.

There are still some leftover fruit cores in the hands of this nobleman, and his attitude seems very casual. The basket he put on the table has been lifted (good Zhao Hao), and the wild fruits inside have also been taken away by the nobleman. The man tasted it casually.

That's why I stayed carefully to fill my stomach, Guang!

Shatila suddenly felt aggrieved, she was so poor, and even had her food stolen, and seeing how this man was dressed so luxuriously, how could he be interested in the wild fruit that only a slum like her would eat.

Is this because rich people are used to delicacies from mountains and seas, and come to feel the sufferings of the people?

Messy thoughts floated in Shatila's mind.

"¨"Shatila, I'm sorry I ate your stuff. To make up for you, I'll treat you to some steamed corn bread. It's quite cheap for four coins per coin."

Roy was holding a bag in his hand, of course it wasn't some steamed corn bread, but something very similar to steamed corn bread. The food eaten by ordinary people in this world is as nutritious as whole grains, and it's cheap. Very popular with ordinary people.

The air became quiet, and Shatila blinked her beautiful big cyanotic eyes, feeling a little dazed for a while. .

Chapter Ten The Cutest Witch

Shatila's eyes were full of vigilance and distrust.

However, this is also a normal reaction of a person. Someone like Roy who comes uninvited and directly breaks into someone's house, and who is too familiar and inexplicable will always make people suspicious.

Even Roy's "Face of Seeing God" didn't have much effect. This passive power will indeed make people have a basic liking for Roy, but it will not directly distort the opponent's IQ and make the opponent directly become The point of brain powder.

Only by actively activating this power will it have such an effect, but Roy does not dare to actively use this power on Shatila. There is an extremely powerful sense of oppression faintly from Shatila, which is enough to overwhelm Although Roy is not afraid of the power that devours this world, he also knows that if he actively uses this power to distort consciousness, it is very likely to cause resistance from the power in Shatila's body.

'This is the power of the "Witch of Envy"... From temporary observations, the performance of this power is not too exaggerated, but the degree of mystery is very high. This is the particularity of this world. '

Roy narrowed his eyes slightly, feeling the power hidden in Shatila's body.

Similar to the Moon World, the power held by witches in this world is not very powerful in terms of expressiveness, but 373 is very high in effect, that is, in terms of mystery, but due to the limitations of the world, this power can only be It can have this level, but if it can break through the limitations of the world and use these effects in a higher dimension or multiverse, it will be a terrifying ability.

‘But Shatila seems unable to control her own power, the overflow of magic power is too obvious. '

Roy thought about it.

Being stared at by Roy like this made Shatila a little nervous. Her cyanotic pure and translucent eyes secretly looked around, and her slender legs took a step back without any trace, preparing to face this inexplicable nobleman in front of her. Able to run away quickly.

"Won't Shatila come in and sit down? Your intention to escape is too obvious."

Roy picked up the basket that Shatila had placed at home before. The basket should have been woven by Shatila herself. It was very beautiful. At the same time, he picked up a wild fruit and threw it into his mouth.

The taste of the wild fruit is very sour and not delicious, no wonder it can only be the food of the people in these slums, but there is some nutrition in the pulp, which can barely meet the survival of people.

At this time, Roy looked at Shatila carefully.

She has beautiful long silver-white hair that reaches her waist and is so smooth that she does not look like that of a poorly nourished girl in a slum. She has a small oval face that is not charming, with snow-white skin and willow eyebrows and almond eyes. Under the long eyelashes, there is a pair of beautiful eyes that are cyanotic like jewels, as clean as the sky.

Shatila was wearing a worn-out dress that was patched all over, but unlike other people in the slum, her clothes were very clean. It looked like she had been washed frequently, and Roy could even smell the radiance from her body. It's light and fruity, without any of the stench that people in the slums have.

Out of the mud but not stained, clean and clear but not demonic, these words suddenly appeared in Roy's mind,

There are no extra valuable ornaments on the girl's body, but this still cannot conceal her natural beauty, but girls always love beauty. Roy saw a small flower pinned on Satila's head, which should be her outside Picked.

Roy stared very unceremoniously at Satila's chest, showing a probing look. With Roy's eyesight, he could naturally see the ups and downs of Shatila, but with Shatila's lifestyle and nutritional intake In, it shouldn't grow so big.

Could this be the difference between elves and humans? For elves, just eating fruit can grow their body?

Roy thinks about this issue with a scholarly inquiry attitude.

But in Shatila's view, Roy's eyes were lewd, and she quickly covered her chest, and stepped back vigilantly again.

"It's already dark outside, and it's very dangerous at night, why don't you come in and sit around?"

Roy knew that the half-elf must have misunderstood him, but he didn't argue, but said the same thing again.

This time, Shatila couldn't help but said: "...This seems to be my home."

What an inexplicable person, he even regarded himself as the master, and asked the real master if he wanted to come in and sit.

Shatila slandered endlessly in her heart.

‘Excessive self-awareness? '

This word that she didn't quite understand suddenly popped up in her mind.

However, Shatila could tell that Roy had no malice towards her. If there was any malice, the strength in her body would be aroused, and she would not continue to entangle him with words here, and ran away long ago.

"Here, my lord...do you have anything to do with me?"

Shatila hesitated for a moment, and seeing that Roy didn't touch her, she just asked.

"I heard in the city that there is a half-elf here, so I came to see it. I didn't expect Shatila to be as beautiful as the rumors."

Roy's unscrupulous and direct praise was the only way Satila had seen her in her life. Her cheeks were slightly flushed, and she lowered her head slightly and said, "...Then you have seen it, can you leave?"

The identity of a half-elf is not a noble term. On the contrary, being a half-breed has been treated maliciously by people, which is extremely humble. Although Shatila does not hate her blood, she also feels inferior to this identity.

"I have no ill intentions towards you."

When Roy saw this girl, she looked like a wounded deer, always looking like she was about to run away at any time, so she said in a slow tone.

"I know, you...you seem like a nice guy."

Roy's mouth twitched at Shatila's words. He didn't expect to be issued a good person card so soon.

However, "The Face of Seeing God" really worked. I treated her with kindness, coupled with the passiveness of "The Face of Seeing God", this sensitive girl's initial sense of him should be pretty good.

"This is your home, come in and sit down generously. Also, although I am friendly to you, other nobles are not necessarily friendly to you. If you don't want any problems with yourself, if you don't want any problems in this slum , or become a homeless vagrant, I think it's better for you to come in and listen to me."

Shatila hesitated for a moment, her face was shaken, and she finally walked into the room with her small basket, and said inexplicably, "... I'm sorry to bother you."

After finishing speaking, Shatila was stunned, this is obviously her home, why with the arrival of the man in front of her, it seems that he has become the master of the home.

After thinking about it, she could only blame this noble man for being too domineering, always taking the initiative to lead the topic when speaking, and what she didn't realize was that she obeyed orders.

Roy thinks this "Witch of Envy" is much cuter than expected.

He looked at Shatila in front of him with interest. .

Chapter Eleven I Support You!

Shatila walked into her room, although at this time Shatila had already begun to doubt whether this room still belonged to her.

She sat on the edge of the bed farthest from Roy, her buttocks just sat empty, and she put the basket in her hand on the crooked table beside her.

Roy glanced at the basket, which was full of sour wild fruits that he had tasted before. It seemed that, just as he thought, Shatila had been picking these wild fruits outside every day for food, and she had lived until now.

"Snapped!"

Roy snapped his fingers with his left hand, and the sudden sound startled Satila, who almost got up and ran out.

A light appeared in the dark hut. Of course, Roy didn't use any oil lamp, it was just a simple magic trick.

Shatila looked at the firefly floating in the air with some curiosity. Her face showed the curiosity and joy of a girl. She stretched out her hands to catch the light, but after halfway up her arms , and let it go silently.

"Have you ever seen magic?"

Roy asked suspiciously.

Although the magic in this world should be closer to those in fantasy novels, rather than embodying concepts like the moon world, presumably this kind of magic that creates light should be the most basic magic power ~ application.

Shatila shook her head and said: "...it is impossible for a person like me to touch a magician."

Roy nodded knowingly. It seems that Shatila really doesn't know magic. As she said, how could such poor people living at the bottom have the opportunity to contact those high-ranking magicians.

"Goo—"

Shatila's stomach suddenly growled, and the half-elf girl lowered her head in embarrassment when she heard the shameful sound.

She went out in the morning and ran to the jungle ten kilometers away. She picked wild fruits all day long. She only ate some wild fruits at noon to fill her stomach. I'm so hungry.

She opened the clean cloth on the basket and wanted to eat some wild fruits.

"Eat this, this is more nutritious."

Roy snatched the basket from Shatila's hand, and handed over the leftover fruit he had eaten, as well as the grains and miscellaneous grains of the common people in this world, which were like 'wowotou'.

Satila sat on the edge of the bed with her legs together. She curled up nervously and rubbed her hands. Seeing what Roy handed over, she subconsciously refused.

"eat!"

Without hesitation, Roy stuffed the food directly into Shatila's hands, using a bit of strength, which made the thin girl's body shake.

Under Roy's strength, Shatila clenched and loosened her fists, and whispered: "...Thank you."

The half-elf girl eats very delicately. Although she has not received any etiquette training, her elf blood has given her a natural and timeless temperament and grace. Stuttering fruit and 'wowotou', they all look very cute.

Well, as long as a girl is pretty, she can make people feel cute in everything she does.

Perhaps it was a little nervous to be stared at by Roy, Shatila ate so fast that Roy even wondered if she would choke.

"Are you not afraid that I will poison you here?"

Roy said jokingly.

"My lord, you are a good man."

Satira said seriously.

The corner of Roy's mouth twitched, and he said this again. It seems that the passive effect of "Seeing the Face of God" is sometimes not good, and it is easy to be called a good person card by girls.

After eating Roy's food, the relationship between the two seemed to be a little closer.

"My lord, I don't hate you, it's just..."

Shatila considered her words carefully, and said carefully: "...I hope you stay away from me, I... I am very dangerous, just a shadow... this... that..."

Just after eating the food Roy gave her, Satila also felt a little grateful to Roy. The half-elf girl wanted to tell her danger in a tactful way that would not hurt Roy's feelings, and she didn't want him to be killed, but Satila didn't Not very good at words, the more she wants to be tactful, the more difficult it is to explain. She danced and gestured, and her movements were a little funny.

And the more gestures, the more anxious and nervous Shatila became.

"I know what you want to say, it's a force you can't control."

Roy raised his hand to stop Shatila's blind gestures. He watched Shatila's shadow under the swaying lights. The shadow seemed to be a living thing, exuding a strange and ominous atmosphere.

"You know?"

Shatila said in surprise, this is something Shatila has been holding back in her heart, and it is difficult to tell others.

She is afraid that others will call herself a 'monster'.

Her status as a half-elf has made her difficult in life, but anyway, there are still some children in this slum who will call her 'Sister Shatila' and long for the wild fruit snacks she brings back every day.

But if her weird ability is exposed, if people know that she has "killed" those who have no good intentions for her, then her "monster" name will spread like wildfire, and even those children will Avoid her in fear.

This is a scene that Shatila absolutely does not want to see.

Life was already so difficult, she didn't want to let the last burning flame of hope in her heart go out, it would make her lose her desire for life.

But now, a stranger saw her embarrassment at a glance, which made Shatila inexplicably grateful and slightly dependent.

"Can you tell me how you got this power?"

Roy is very interested in the power of the witch, which is completely different from the power of the godslayer and the god of disobedience. The power of the godslayer and the god of disobedience comes from myths and legends, but the power of the witch is It involves the fundamentals of the world, similar to "protection". The witch's power is like a certain rule of the world, but it is much stronger than ordinary protection.

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"I don't know, I already had this power when I was a child..."

Perhaps it was because Roy was not familiar with her, and she was not someone she would meet in daily life. After she had someone to confide in, Shatila opened up the chatterbox and said endlessly: "...I can't control this power , it will always appear when I am in danger, when I am emotional, although I am grateful that it has saved me many times, but I am still very scared."

"...every time this power appears, I feel that I am not myself, another me is controlling my body, and there is a feeling that I don't know how to describe, and I will...resent others , I want to take everything for myself!"

.........

Shatila showed horror on her face. For a girl with a pure nature like her, this kind of emotion must make her fearful.

"That's 'jealousy'..."

Roy summed up Shatila's indescribable emotions in one word.

"Yes, yes, it's 'jealousy'... so it was 'jealousy'."

Shatila opened her mouth slightly, sitting on the edge of the bed and muttering.

Roy pondered for a while, and said: "...I said before, there are nobles who are eyeing you, whether it is for your own safety or the safety of other undeserving people in this slum, you should leave here. "

"...And you can't control your own power, this is also a time bomb, no matter how you look at it, leaving here is your must choice."