I am a stubborn person and work for the evil god to fight against female prostitution.

I snorted disdainfully.

"It's the same with us.

Listen to this first sentence: Every rich bachelor wants to get a wife.

"What's wrong with that? That's my favorite one." "

Shameless plagiarist!"

Jane Austen would have been mad when she heard it!"

I said angrily.

"Forget it, don't talk about it. What is the title of the book?"

said Asarina, who changed the subject with great interest.

"Well, it's 'The Adventures of Asbell the Brave," written by—"

"Daron Airo?"

"Yes he's right! You've read the book?"

"No, I just saw it." I

casually reached out and pulled out a beautifully wrapped hardboard book from the bookshelf next to Aisarina.

The cover is painted with bright symbols that are round and bulging, and the flowers are green.

On the back, a chubby Ouroboros is depicted.

The title of the book is "The Adventures of Asbel the Brave".

Sandwiched between "The Story I Had to Tell with Cerberus" and "Seven Days of Love with Scarecrow".

It's hard not to doubt its ingredients.

"Ahh

"Lord Xia Ming, you are really a lucky star!"

"Thank you for the compliment.

I scratched my head and asked,

"But what is this book about?"

and taking the book from my hand, Aisarina had carefully flipped it to the table of contents.

"Ah, as the name suggests, this is about the adventures of the brave Asbel in the context of the great war between man and demon 500 years ago.

The plot is mostly a legendary story, not a historical monograph.

The writing is relatively light-hearted, and many plots are embellished.

If I have to say it, it should be classified as children's books. "

Well, you should have guessed by looking at this colorful cover.

"It turned out to be a storybook.

But who is this brave Asbel?"

Turning the page she wanted, Aisarina explained as she read it carefully

, "That's the hero who saved the Terrans, the warrior of the imperial rank.

The legends about him are simply innumerable. "

For example?"

"For example... It's here!

Lord Xia Ming, look at it!"

Isharina exclaimed excitedly and placed the spread book in front of me.

I looked down.

"Read it to me. The words are so small that they make people dizzy. "

I can't help you!"

she said with a cute look in her eyes.

Then, moving a small bench and sitting beside me, the blonde girl picked up the book and read aloud:

"Asbel and his party came to the wilderness, and suddenly they heard the woman singing.

The dwarf who was with him, Gremo

, stroked his red beard and said, 'Ah, the voice is pleasant!' Asbel nodded and said

, 'Is it the Nymph of the forest?' said Antinoa, the wise of the elves, 'There is no Nymph in this black forest.'

So they moved on with questions in mind.

It didn't take long for Asbel to smell a pungent aroma.

The fragrance lingered around him for a long time.

Like a girl's gentle soothing, even the heroic Asbel lost his mind for a short time.

He turned back and asked, 'Is this the scent of cedar and water lilies?

' and the elf replied, 'There have never been cedars and water lilies in this black forest.' They

discussed it for a while, but to no avail, they had to set off again.

After a few more moments, Asbel saw a bright silver band of light wrap around the trunk of the tree in front of him.

The granular snow crystals resemble the wake of a comet.

The dwarf said, 'I am afraid this is a miracle of the gods!' but the elf said, 'I don't

think so.'

Asbel stepped forward and stroked the wisps of stardust.

The rough palm movements are gentle and full of kindness.

The one in the stardust felt the warmth, and his body popped out.

It has bright red hair, pointed ears, and a delicate face, resembling a human maiden.

Asbel took a soft breath.

Not just because of its butterfly-like wings and light gauzy clothes, but also because...

Its body is about the length of a thumb.

'Hello, little one, do you speak our language, and what shall I call you?

' the dwarf couldn't help but ask.

'What kind of life are you?, how have I never seen one?'

said the elf.

Spread your wings and fly in the air.

The one who looked at Asbel, and then at his companion, finally spoke:

'I am the little leprechaun of the woods, and mischievous is my name.

The valleys are green in the morning light, the trees are shady in the middle of summer

, and we are the fairies of the world, day and night.

Hello, great species, Hello, dear partner

, We rarely appear in the world, and we are glad for the good thoughts of others.

We are happy goblins, day and night...'"

At this moment, the bright voice suddenly stopped.

After reading aloud, Aisarina turned the page backwards.

"And then there was no more," she said,

"and the next page was another story." Lying

on my desk, I muttered

, "That is, the one who harassed the viscount was a little goblin?"

The individual characteristics are quite compatible.

It's not surprising that goblins with stealth abilities can evade the detection of adventurers.

But, according to the book, the elves are all good creatures.

There is no reason why it would harm humanity.

Also, what did he mean by the smell of blood and the screams?"

Aisalina's voice was a little confused.

"However, this is a fairy tale, and it cannot be trusted. I

waved my hand and said,

"There's good and there's bad." Maybe there's a badass goblin living here. The

blonde knight groaned for a moment.

"No, maybe there could be some other reason.

However, if that happens.

Lord Xia Ming, please pay attention to the goblins' innate magic that creates 'dreams' and 'illusions'..."

Her voice gradually became softer, like a mosquito buzzing in her ears.

I suddenly fell asleep.

When!When!When!

The melodious chimes resounded in my mind!The

clock struck twelve o'clock in the middle of the night.

The cold wind is blowing, and the dark clouds cover the moon.

It's as if some kind of trap has been triggered.

A rare silence filled the entire library.

I stood motionless as if I had been immobilized.

The space in front of me is transformed, and everything becomes unfamiliar.

It's like falling into an infinite illusion.

I saw the black edge tear open the cracks of the real world.

Then, a white mist filled the body.

The thick mist forms granular white slag that clogs the trachea and penetrates into the skin.

It makes it difficult to breathe and can't open your eyes.

Where is this

? Ai Salina, Ai Salina? Where are you?

Silly girl! Talk back!

There is no voice around.

When I came back to my senses, I was in a dark room.

Of course, just alone.

Wasn't

I still in the Viscount's library?

I forced myself to calm down and look at everything around me coldly.