Obviously He is the King of Raiders But He is Too Straight

The first time Su Yu returned to Frankie Town, the Wind Spirit informed Luo Ren of the news.

Hearing the trembling of the back eyelashes, the blond elf suppressed the throbbing in his heart, trying his best to behave as usual in normal times.

He wanted to go to Su Yu immediately, but his father sat opposite.

The Elf King had just come to the King City from another forest. He would stay here for a while until Luo Ren chose his envoy before leaving.

"What's wrong? What did the Wind Spirit whisper to you just now?"

Although Luo Ren's emotions were well hidden, the slight magic fluctuation just now was still noticed by the Elf King.

He lifted his eyelids without a trace, and when he asked, he heard the wind lightly.

The sight that fell on the young man seemed to see through everything.

"It's nothing, just told me how many monsters the human race hunted recently when I was in the academy."

This forest is under the control of Loren, and the number of birds, beasts, insects, and fish in it needs to maintain a certain balance.

It is generally difficult to control greed and desire when the Terran hunts, so the wind elves often help Loren to monitor the forest when he is away.

If the human race asks for more money, they will be punished by the elves, and they will not be allowed to enter the forest to hunt the beasts again for the rest of their lives.

The Elf King didn't doubt that he had him, and gestured to the Elf next to him with his eyes.

The elf hurriedly stepped forward to add the flower dew from his cup, and then retired graciously.

"I heard Lott talk about the entrance test of Noah College. It seems that you haven't passed the magic weapon test?"

"...I am inferior to humans."

Luo Ren's thin lips were slightly pursed, his eyebrows drooped, and he did not dare to look directly at the other party.

"Look at you, I just asked casually, what are you doing so nervously?"

The Elf King put down the cup in his hand, raised his hand and patted Luo Ren on the shoulder.

"The Saint-Lo Continent is so big, and there were so many races who came to take the entrance test at that time, among them there were a lot of talented people. It's not a big deal if you missed it, at least you passed the magic test later."

Luo Ren let out a sigh of relief, just when he wanted to say something. The Elf King leaned closer, staring straight at him.

"Wait a minute, the skills are not as good as humans..."

"You lose to the individual race?"

At that time, Luo Ren said this only modestly admitting that he was careless, and did not specifically refer to the human race.

However, the Elf King suddenly noticed that it was wrong, and he got it right when he hit the ground.

Luo Ren's distinct hands clenched his sleeves unconsciously, and slightly nodded under the oppressive gaze of the Elf King.

"...Of the royal family?"

"no."

The Elf King was silent for a while, apparently he didn't expect Luo Ren to lose to a human race, and the other party was not yet a royal family.

Although most of the talented people are of civilian origin, most of the royal family's talents are extremely high because of blood relationship.

"Not a royal family, then a noble family?"

"Not a nobleman either."

Luo Ren didn't feel embarrassed about losing to Su Yu, but the eyes of the Elf King were too sharp.

His Adam's apple rolled, and added a muffled voice.

"It's a human girl."

"Still a girl?!"

It's not that the elf king is boasting.

In all races, as long as the opponent is riding and shooting, even the Protoss may not be able to get any benefits in their hands.

The elven royal family is even more talented in riding and shooting, at least Luo Ren, in addition to Lot and him, the royal family next to him can't beat him.

There was a rare anger on his handsome face, not against Su Yu who had won Luo Ren, but against Luo Ren.

"It seems that you have really slackened a lot after leaving home recently. I can still comfort myself for losing to the royal family, saying that there are some outsiders and there are outsiders, but you actually lost to a little girl of the human race?"

"According to the age of Human Race adult enrollment, people are only sixteen or seventeen years old. If you live two hundred or so years old, you can't beat a Human Race cub?! Still a little girl, she may even have a bow with her little strength. Dissatisfied! You are really, you are really mad at me!"

If it were to say that Luo Ren was okay, but the Elf King mentioned Su Yu when he blamed him.

The young green eyes flashed, raised his head to look at each other, and rarely rebutted his father.

"She stretched well, and she was also very accurate."

The Elf King, who was so angry that he raised his neck and took a sip of flower dew, heard this, and his neck was dyed scarlet with anger.

Seeing Luo Ren who is usually docile, there is some discomfort in his eyebrows at this time.

The Elf King was not angry at Luo Ren's rebuttal, he stared at his son for a long time.

"...Do you like that girl?"

The blonde and blue-eyed elf's pupils shrank, and he took a step back subconsciously and almost fell to the ground.

"No, no father, I just..."

"I just think what you just said is biased."

The elf king glanced lightly at Luo Ren's red ears and nodded clearly.

"It looks like I like it."

"Otherwise, I wouldn't even be able to pull a bow and arrow when I see a girl in the test match."

"No such thing!"

Luo Ren thought that the Elf King was mocking him for not being serious in the game, and let the water go. He looked serious and said in a deep voice.

"I used my full strength when I faced her at the time. It was just that I had some accidents. But she was able to win by her strength, and I absolutely did not let it go."

"That's it."

The Elf King grinned, and he looked down at Luo Ren, his long golden hair like shining sunlight.

"I believe your child, after all, you never lie."

"Then Loren, can you tell me which girl she is now?"

Luo Ren didn't respond immediately, but looked down at the grass blades on the ground, and there were a few crystal clear dewdrops on the veins.

After a long while, when the Elf King thought he would not answer, Luo Ren spoke softly.

"Alliard's."

"... But I hope she can belong to this forest one day."

...

At night, the palace of the king's city was still peaceful and quiet.

It's just that the night palace next to it fluctuates more than the magic power that was out of control before.

Last night, the Skeleton Butler led Ulysses to the underground cage, thinking that he might not like the other blood, but he would be satisfied with the fragrance of the angel's blood.

The fallen angels have fallen into the godhead, but their blood is still sweet and will not be affected in the slightest.

The cage that bound him was enchanted by magic, and in it he had no room for resistance at all.

As long as Ulysses wanted to, he could quote his blood at any time.

However, contrary to the Skeleton Butler's expectation, Ulysses just got close to the direction of the fallen angel and sniffed, frowning in disgust before he could enjoy it.

"He has an unpleasant smell on him, which I don't like."

"Unpleasant smell?"

The Skeleton Butler tilted his head suspiciously.

"No matter how filthy the protoss is in a place, even if they exhaust the last trace of their supernatural power, they will keep themselves clean. How can there be any unpleasant smell?"

"I don't care! I will never drink his blood anyway, never!"

Not only the human race, the elves, but even the blood of the gods, Ulysses, are extremely repulsive.

After refusing to drink the blood of the fallen angel, Ulysses was hungry and fainted.

He lay groggy in the coffin, pale and thin. The Skeleton Butler really couldn't stand it anymore, holding a glass of blood, half begging and half forcibly pressing his lips, wanting to let him drink it.

"Master, if you go on like this, you will fall into a long sleep. If you can't wake up, the blood race will have a big problem."

"Not for yourself, even for the blood clan, you have to take a sip."

The young boy's long eyelashes trembled, and his voice was low and soft.

"What does it have to do with me whether the blood is dead or alive? I don't even have any food to eat, so I really have a big problem."

Ulysses murmured so weakly, then closed his eyes in awe, and pressed his thin lips tightly.

"Take it away, I don't drink this kind of thing."

"But this is obviously your favorite on weekdays. If you can't drink this, the subordinates really don't know where to find the blood that you can eat..."

The Skeleton Butler hadn't given up yet, so he moved the cup to his lips.

"Master, take another sip. It may be that you just woke up and your sense of taste has not recovered. Now if you try again, you may find it sweet and delicious."

He glanced at the Skeleton Butler coldly, his lips were stained a little red, looking bewitching.

"I told you to take it away, can't you hear it?"

The Skeleton Butler was frightened by his cold tone, and the liquid in the cup spilled on Ulysses.

When he saw it, he quickly tried to wipe the young boy with the silk paw, but after the wipe was halfway through, he seemed to have touched something.

"Master, you seem to put something here..."

Ulysses rolled his eyes and touched the place where the Skeleton Butler was pointing.

Then he took out a white feather, which was not stained with blood yet, pure white and holy.

The little boy took the root of the feather and turned it gently, and the residual breath on it fell into his nose with the breeze.

He swallowed, and the fangs that had just been retracted uncontrollably showed, rubbing his lips and tongue depressively.

He cautiously, as if treating something cherished, slowly put the white feather on his nose.

I don't know what he smelled, as if the marrow knew the smell, the blood in his whole body was hot and hot.

Ulysses' black eyes turned into magnificent red, from the form of the human race to the appearance of the blood race.

He squinted his eyes, with an expression of infatuation and restraint that the Skeleton Butler had never seen before.

The corners of the young boy's lips curled up, his face pale and haggard from hunger and thirst, but he did not know when he was stained with a thin layer of red.

Sniffing the rose lightly, Ulysses rubbed the tip of his nose.

"It smells good."

He opened his thin lips slightly, and opened his mouth dumbly.

Ambiguous and lustful.