Elf Archer of Life in Another World

An hour after the Blue Whale took off, bursts of beautiful music came from a suite on the top floor.

The man's slender fingers landed on the white keys, and with a tap, the keys trembled out a high note, which swayed gently on the fingertips that fell one after another, and gradually became lower, blocked by the man's several heavy blows, and became stagnant into a staccato murmur.

Dion's fingers brushed over the keys like running water, and the music became high-pitched again. The strings struck by the hammer were tight and hot in the smooth shell, and emitted a mournful cry, which was as beautiful as the cry of the soul.

It is both the sound of a piano and a shout, and the magnetic voice of a man also joins this group of movements, mixed with the velvet-like whisper of a woman, listening to the ups and downs and strength of the fingers, playing the most unpretentious human song.

The duet, one high and one low, was like melted chocolate. The sweetness flowed over the skin, touched the corners of the lips softly, penetrated into the throat, burned away every drop of sweat, and wiped away the thoughts of the two, leaving only one

A small group of grotesque blanks.

Dion sat upright, letting the sweat drip from the tip of his nose, and continued to tap casually with his hands, finishing the music he had composed.

"i really like your fingers, and how them workme. (I like your hands and the skills they show.)" Callister stretched out her arched body lazily, like an elegant cat

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"They always makefeel great.(Your hands have a pleasant magic.)"

"The pleasure belongsme, your majesty. (Your praise is my honor, Your Highness.)" Dion was encouraged by Callister's praise, and his tired fingers still carefully tapped every accurate syllable.

"no. the pleasure belongsus.(This is our common honor.)"

Callister was once again intoxicated by this beautiful melody. She closed her eyes slightly, and words softer than feathers fell on Dion's marble-like skin.

Dion smiled, relaxed his body and leaned back, leaning on the soft velvet cushion, enjoying a moment of comfort.

"You are different, different from other guys. (You are different, different from other guys.)" Callister lowered her head and said softly.

"How different?" Dion asked lovingly, stroking her hair.

"Like you are born for this, and for me. (Just like you are born for this, and for me.)" Callister tilted her head, winked playfully, and exhaled sweetly.

"Today ionly for you. (Today, I was born only for you.)" Dion responded with a smile.

"Only today?" Callister tightened her fingers and asked expectantly.

"And the next two weeks. (And the next fifteen days.)" Dion looked directly into Callister's amber eyes and replied.

"You are a jerk. (You are a jerk.)" Callister revealed two tiger teeth in revenge and rubbed the honey-brown hair on her hands.

"ia player. (I am a player.)" Dion tapped Callister's forehead and said helplessly.

"Then tell me, player, what’s your game? (Then tell me, player, what’s your game?)" Callister sat up, leaned her upper body forward, and approached Dion.

"ijust a player, not the rule-maker. (I'm just a player, not a rule-maker.)" Dion was still half-reclining on the cushions comfortably, as if he didn't see Callister's eyes.

exploration.

"That guy is. (So, that man is the one who makes the game.)" Callister twisted and sat on the finely carved marble body.

"Yes, is, and also breaks rules. (Yes, but he will also break the rules of the game.)" Dion stretched out his hand to support Callister's waist to prevent her from shaking.

"Sounds like you. (Sounds like you.)" Callister took advantage of the situation and straightened her body.

"i don't break rules, i imprison them. (I never break rules, I abide by the rules.)" Dion shook his head slightly, and the stress at the end of the sentence told Callister that this was not a topic he liked.

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"You also imprisonheart. (You imprisoned my heart, Dion.)" Callister changed the subject obediently, her big eyes full of love.

"I will never that, your majesty. (I will never be so rude, Your Majesty.)" Dion bowed his head respectfully and looked at a blooming flower intently.

"See, that why you're different, like all your friends. (See, that's why I think you're different, like all your friends.)" Callister also looked at the flower, and gently

After pouring some water, the petals bloomed more vividly.

"Friends not the appropriate bel them. (Friends is not an appropriate word to describe them.)" Dion chuckled, slightly restraining his emotions.

"Then how you call them?" Callister asked curiously.

"Weirdos." Dion raised his eyebrows, looked at the giggling Callister, and pulled her hair mischievously.

“that’s exactly how i thought.(That’s what I said before.)”

A word escaped from Callister's laughter intermittently. She covered her mouth, her smart eyes already covered with a layer of mist.

"What about that girl? what her name? cybele? (What do you call that girl? Her name is cybele?)"

Dion suddenly stood still, looked at Callister with some seriousness, and gently pinched her stiff smile.

"she ithe jewelus. (She is not a freak, she is our jewel.)"

"Now i' who carries a jewel. (I'm jealous of her, a jewel with a treasure.)" The stiff smile turned into a mean lip line, and Callister seemed to be coquettish, puffing out her cheeks and staring.

To Dion.

"You are saying that lunaticus wood? you like it? (You are saying that lunaticus wood? You want it?)" Dion looked at her helplessly, his eyes full of connivance.

This indulgence satisfied Callister's curiosity. She stared at Dion intently and asked:

"do you know where she got that? (Do you know where she got the moon spirit tree?)"

Dion shook his head and comforted Callister, who was suddenly disappointed:

"if you want it, i canmy bestsatisf i really don't know wherego thather individual privacy.

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"evenyou are team members? (Even if you are teammates, you don't know?)"

“evenwe are family.(Even if we are family.)”