Lord of Plenty

It is not uncommon to have slums in the Elf King City.

Kun would not feel strange.

No matter how developed the civilization on Yongxu Continent is, it is impossible to solve the existence of the poor.

In fact, the more brilliant and magnificent the miracle is, the higher the price must be paid behind it.

And the ones who pay the price are naturally not those high-ranking elves.

But there is a red-light district in the Elf King City.

It is so large and bright, and it is not even covered up. This is really strange.

Elves are recognized as the most face-saving race on this continent.

The degree to which they maintain their own face has risen to the level of moral cleanliness.

Kun, who was very curious, stretched out his hand and grabbed the empty space in front of him again.

Countless life dotted lines intertwined and formed a huge "ball of thread", shining above everyone's head, like a yellow-green star.

The pickpocket elf boy sitting in front of the tree house was almost shocked, and the scattered coins in his hand fell to the ground.

What level of magic is this?

Did the elf wizard think that this place was too annoying and wanted to blow up the entire Xiangshu Street?

That's great!

He dreamed of this.

The same "Life Trace" magic, but the effect level is completely different from the previous one.

This player's body does not contain much magic power, and it is far less than when he only had 30% of magic power left.

But in the past year, he has not only unlocked the two-cornered abundance mark and cultivated a fertile mother tree.

His own strength has also been greatly improved, and his understanding of the use of magic is also incomparable.

For magic that is close to his own system, such as the wood system and the life system, without using magic amplification props such as magic wands and magic rings.

Kun can now pry nearly 300 times the power of the law.

Simply put, the same magic, the effect he uses is equivalent to the effect produced by the superposition of 300 similar magics.

Even the quantitative change leads to qualitative change, and its effect is far beyond the description of "low-level".

However, the actual magic power consumed by this magic is only at the level of normal low-level magic.

This is the difference between a "great" wizard and an ordinary wizard.

It seems to be the same magic, but the effects of the two are very different.

Even between great wizards of the same level, the gap may be greater than the gap between a saint wizard and an apprentice wizard.

In an instant, all the life information of the entire block appeared in Kun's mind.

Age, gender, race, health, emotions, and even the blurred shadow of the face, all kinds of things.

'Ding~ You have triggered the four-star difficulty task-"The Dark Side of the Elf King's Capital", do you accept it? '

"No!"

Kun waved his hand to disperse the virtual traces of life in the sky, and said with some boredom:

"Let's go."

The spicy rabbit head, who was embarrassed, naturally wanted to leave this embarrassing place as soon as possible, and didn't care about establishing correct values.

"Go, go, go, go quickly."

The spicy rabbit head was really embarrassed.

If the thief was really caught, what would he say after knocking on the door?

Sorry to bother you, your child (brother) is a thief.

It was really embarrassing for the mother to open the door for the embarrassing one, it was embarrassing to the extreme.

"Wait a minute!"

Seeing that the two wanted to leave, the pickpocket boy stood up from the steps with a bang, and shouted excitedly:

"Sir, why don't you destroy this place?

You obviously have the power to do this!

Such a dirty place, why don't you destroy it, and let it exist?"

As if hearing the boy's shout, a chaotic sound and a weak female voice came from the tree house behind the boy.

"Bridger, is that you, who are you talking to?"

The spicy rabbit head was confused. Aren't they here to catch thieves? What kind of god is this?

Is there a hidden mission?

Kun asked back in an unusually cold tone:

"What does this have to do with me?

If you want to destroy this place, do it yourself.

Burn it when there are few people around, or just find some poisonous flowers and weeds from the depths of the forest and sprinkle them in the water source.

See, there are not too many ways to destroy this place.

And you have never lacked any power. This is just an excuse for you to escape from reality.

A cowardly guy, are you worthy of telling me what to do?"

The elf boy whose false self-esteem was exposed froze in place, his face red and blue.

The disheveled half-elf woman rushed out of the tree house, crawling and tumbling, grabbing the elf boy's clothes and not letting go.

With tears in her gray-blue eyes, she begged in a low voice.

"Bridger, don't leave your mother again, okay?

Mom doesn't want to, but Mom has no choice, woo woo woo~

Can you forgive Mom?"

Bridger just had a sullen face, neither nodding nor shaking his head.

Kun walked away without looking back.

The spicy rabbit head following behind kept looking back.

He was not gossiping about the relationship between the mother and son, but wondering why there was no task prompt after encountering such an emergency.

At least there should be a two-star task.

It shouldn't be.

The two returned to the bustling streets of the Elf King City again. The crowds were surging and the prosperity was unusual, as if the previous experience was just an illusion.

This royal city is still beautiful, rich, magnificent and mysterious.

Clean and sacred, it cannot tolerate a trace of dirt or filth.

After holding back his curiosity for a long time, the spicy rabbit head couldn't help but whispered:

"Master, what happened just now?"

"Nothing, just a rebellious child who couldn't stand his mother's, um, profession?

And couldn't stand his own identity, so he got a little stubborn."

Kun's tone was relaxed, but he also clearly understood that the problem between the mother and son was just a superficial problem.

Even the boy's extreme attempt to destroy the entire tree street, even if it succeeded, was just a temporary gratification and could not solve the fundamental problem.

The tree house block with a pink atmosphere was mixed with people.

The elf mother who was selling her body was a half-elf with a bloodline that was very elf-like, and even her son's appearance was no different from that of an ordinary elf.

And the information he detected using the traces of life showed that the block, that is, those tree houses, had the breath of life of many races.

Humans, dwarves, elves, half-elves, orcs...

Some are newly left behind, and some are left half a year ago, or even longer. Some traces have long been blurred.

Kun estimated that the red-light district was actually a semi-public place.

It was specially used to receive "distinguished guests" from all races in the capital of the elven king.

The glory of the ancient elven dynasty was based on the enslavement of more than a dozen "sub-elven" races, including elves and humans.

But today's elves don't have any sub-elves to enslave.

The objects of exploitation can only be some members of the elves.

Or those half-elves who can only rely on the elves to live.

Spicy Rabbit Head nodded and said:

"It's not the boy's fault. It's the period when his self-esteem is the strongest.

If it were me, I would also be rebellious.

But I just wonder, after such a long plot, why is there no task?

This is unscientific."

Ah this.

Kun said without any guilt:

"What tasks are you doing during the festival?

Don't you want to go to the Moon Restaurant on the main street of the capital for dinner? I'll treat you."

"Yeah~, Master, you are so generous."

Mala Rabbit Head turned around and forgot about the tasks, and pulled Kun towards the center of the capital.

There are too many tasks, if there is not this, there is that, and they can't be completed at all.

If you want to do it, do it, if you don't want to do it, don't do it.

How can it be more important than eating.

Kun also thinks so.

Instead of pitying the fragile self-esteem of an alien elf boy, it is better to think more about the income of the residents of Fengzao Territory this year.

Can everyone live in a big house under the premise of being well fed and clothed?

This is what he, the lord, should do.

And his current identity is a 'player'.

Just enjoy the game, the elves' affairs are not his business.

Unless there is something good to get.

However, thousands of experience points alone, plus hundreds of coins, can't afford the price he offered.

The two of them played in the Elf King's City until late before returning to the Elf Village.

The temptation of the colorful world is too great.

If it weren't for the wallet, Spicy Rabbit Head would have wanted to just stay in the hotel in the city and go to the Royal City tomorrow morning.

"Yawn, so sleepy.

Eh? Why are there so many people in front of our house?"

Spicy Rabbit Head was wrong. It was not their house, but many people standing in front of the neighbor's house.

There were half-elf residents watching the excitement, and elf guards who were searching for traces in the wreckage of the broken house.

These elf guards were not guards in the village, but from the Royal City, which could be seen from their clothes and weapons.

They were not ordinary guards, and there were golden flowers on their weapons.

Because of the royal guards, the residents around did not dare to talk loudly, but they also talked about it.

"What happened here?

Where is Little Elvy? Where is Karima?"

Spicy Rabbit Head looked anxious.

The NPCs in this game are not refreshed, and even the monsters will not be refreshed twice.

Once you die, you will really disappear and never be seen again.

The surrounding half-elf residents all shook their heads.

"It had already become like this when we heard the noise and rushed over.

There was only the body of Grandma Shatila in the house, and Little Elvy and Kalima had all disappeared.

I don't know what happened exactly."

Kun felt a little uncomfortable after hearing this.

Grandma Shatila was the one who asked Little Elvy to send them fruit pies when they first moved in.

She was a very kind-looking half-elf who was very good at cooking and had a lot in common with Kun.

"Look, there is a great wizard performing light and shadow retracing magic!"

As the hazy magic light bloomed, the broken house returned to its undamaged appearance.

Of course, this was just an illusion of the past.

Taking advantage of the night, a group of well-trained bandits rushed into the next house with a clear goal, and the battle started instantly.