Duke of Grief

Joanna sitting on Cervantes' shoulders is looking around curiously. From birth to the present, she has never left Winder City, but she can learn some information from other places on the Internet, so she has always expected herself Able to leave Wind City and go to other places.

Now that she has become a complete deity, there will be no problem even if she is out of the lock of Wind City. Naturally, she also asks the'father' to take a look at the Elven King's Court, which is very far from Wind City Nearly, as long as you walk through a portal, you can reach it.

After coming to this place, she couldn't bear her temper anymore, clutching her father's two dragon horns with excitement,'driving' him to every corner of the elven king's court, and even offered to go to those tree houses. Look at the requirements.

Fortunately, the elves have a friendly attitude towards them and can satisfy all Joanna's wishes.

The Fairy King's Court is built on a lake island, surrounded by a fairly wide lake. The pure lake water is clear and bottomy, and vibrant fish and shrimp swim in it.

Joanna, who was sitting on her father's shoulder and looking across the bank, was quickly attracted by the animals in the lake. She hurriedly slipped off from the black dragon and ran to the lake to squat down and watch quietly.

Joanna looked at the lake with her eyes bright. Cervantes heard a few footsteps from behind, looked sideways, but was surprised to see a few drow elves.

However, this does not seem to be very strange. The elves of the Assatom world almost have a kind of nearly twisted hatred towards humans. The tragedy made by the drow elves in the Moore Commercial Federation is not particularly worthy of attention for them Things to remember.

It is not surprising that the drow appears in the court of the elven king, but what puzzles him is why the drow appears here.

Joanna also looked back curiously, but soon she became bored and was attracted by the fish and shrimp in the water.

"His Grand Duke Cervantes." After walking behind the black dragon, Zoya and several other elves bowed respectfully and bowed to them. For their elves, the black dragon was a respectable dragon.

Cervantes leaned sideways and tilted his head, "Is there something wrong?"

Zoya nodded slightly, spread her hands in front of Arya, and guided the black dragon's sight, introducing: "This is Ms. Arya, a drow elf from Feren. She is a priest under the crown of the spider god. She came to Wang Ting to discuss a business with us, and then she hopes to let us contact you to resolve the misunderstanding between the Principality of the mourning wind and the drow elf."

"Oh?" Cervantes looked at the drow elf with a bit of arrogance, his mouth splayed, his eyes narrowed slightly, "Misunderstanding?"

Aria smiled for a while, looking at the dark yellow vertical pupils, and a fear sprang up from the bottom of her heart.

what happened? what happened? what happened? what happened? what happened……

The tall black dragon stands tall, like a towering mountain, exuding a very powerful breath.

After being watched by him, Arya felt as if she was strangled by something, almost suffocating.

But there was nothing... It was only that she held her breath, but she couldn't control herself to resume breathing, so her face quickly turned red, and she gradually became cruel.

"You said it was a misunderstanding!" Suddenly, Cervantes shrugged his shoulders and glanced at him. It didn't matter, "It doesn't matter much to me anyway."

Arya was relieved, and the tight muscles all over her body slackened in an instant, and her legs were so soft that she could hardly stand.

If it wasn't for her to take a step back and fall on the guards, she might be so paralyzed without their help!

At this time, she looked sideways again, but saw that the Assatom elves looked as usual, without even touching them.

Are they colluding well? Or are these elves used to it? Or something else...

Countless thoughts flashed through Aya's mind, supported by the guard, she stood up again, but at this time she found that her legs were swinging and her muscles were protesting, making her unable to stand alone.

Just because of a gaze? !

At this moment, Araia's heart trembles, and he smiled strongly, trembling and flatteringly said: "It is worthy of the legendary two iron kills [Dragon of Steel] Cervantes Doig · mourning wind Your Excellency is indeed very powerful..."

In order to get the favor of the queen, everything is for the favor of the queen...

Arya panicked and repeated this sentence in her heart, trying to cover up her fears and anxieties.

Except for the queen and the mother, she never bowed down to anyone, but when facing this black dragon, she could not resist the fear in her heart.

She really wanted to ask, is this black dragon really just a "legend"-not a "spirit"? !

Hearing this, Cervantes could not help but glance at her a few more times, looking at the reluctant smile on her face. He twitched the corner of his mouth, and then he laughed, "Fart patted well."

Aria's smile stiffened in his face, and Zoya and several Assatom elves also expressed consternation, while Araia's guards were suddenly furious and looked at them in anger.

Looking back at Joanna, she found that she was still observing aquatic animals. Cervantes smiled softly, and then said at random: "Say anything, I am still busy..."

He didn’t see Arya’s face change suddenly, and continued to say: “Because of the things you do in Belion, Morr Commercial Federation, Sera doesn’t like you very much, even with them, I don’t like you either— Because of the things you did, Sera’s appetite was not very good these days, so I don’t like you."

Arrogance, incomparable arrogance!

Just because of his wife’s poor appetite in those days, she has been full of aversion to them until now, and even after seeing them, she directly put pressure on them.

The black dragon treated them as if they were looking at a group of ants. There was no special likes or dislikes. It was just because they did something that made her wife feel uncomfortable, and she fell in love with them. Arrogance!

Arya’s face is very ugly, because this ‘Dark Dragon’ Grand Duke probably didn’t plan to negotiate with them from the beginning, so she only saw that indifferent look.

A ray of anger quietly burst into her heart.

Arya gritted her teeth and clenched her fists silently, but thinking of the task entrusted to her by the god, she still had to let her anger down. A good relationship. We can not pursue those drows who have defected, and we can also sell rare magical materials such as ‘Mithril’ to you. Ayara smiled stiffly and whispered, "I hope you can think about it." "

If you want to enter the era of magic energy industry, rare magic materials are also essential. After all, not all magic energy machinery needs mass production.

Arya knew these things long ago, so she was a little sure about her task.

"Oh, then?" Black Dragon's reaction was dull.

However, this did not meet her expectations. Before that, she had prepared a series of rhetoric.

Can't mention'slave', because the maidservant doesn't like it...can't'send the woman', because the maidservant doesn't like it...When you talk about business, you need to use the attitude of talking about business. The maid chief accepted.

"There are all kinds of magic weapons and talents..." Aria said cautiously, because she didn't know whether the edge-trimming ball would be rejected by the black dragon.

Those ‘talents’ are not drow elves, they’re from other places, as long as they don’t have a ‘slave’ name, there should be no problem.

The next moment, Black Dragon glanced at her again, her lips slightly curled, "Fun!"

With this glance, Arya was cold all over her body, like an ice cave, and her heart almost stopped.

However, there was another sentence that brought her body back to warmth and her heart began to beat faster: "Go talk to Sela yourself!"

Arya was overjoyed, and she felt that she was only one step away from completing the mission assigned by the god!

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