The Abyss Of The Worlds Devil

night.

From the house to the tableware, and even the light source on the head, in a restaurant made up of plants.

Different from modern industrial manufacturing, the elves of this world use magic, so there is no trace of artificial carving in the things in this place, as if it has grown into this way, and it has a comfortable beauty.

And benefited from the natural pursuit of the beauty of things by the elves.

Their dishes also have a beautiful appearance in appearance, so they even use a lot of magic when cooking.

It can be said that luminous cooking is a basic operation for them.

'magic! They added magic! ’

If this thing is a gourmet fan, it should be accompanied by such a commentary.

But this is obviously not the case, so after taking a look at it, Orleja accepted this fancy setting very calmly.

Randomly put in a piece of fruit that he didn't know what it was called. After a few bites of chewing, Olga's taste was really good, and even his taste buds as Devil could accept it.

Although he can actually eat stones and soil.

But it tastes better anyway.

In his opinion, eating soil is actually a Little Brother behavior.

There is such a gang of monsters in the Bottomless Abyss, which is more excessive than the starving ghosts. Every place they go to is not only the living creatures to eat, but also the soil and water are eaten by others, and even the scum is not left for others.

It can be said that only places like the Bottomless Abyss can afford those big stomach kings.

But even so, they are ranked in the bottomless abyss most unpopular list all year round!

Usually they are in Otherworld, and everyone teamed up to kick them out first. After all, guys you can eat are mixed in, so what else does daddy eat?

The female elf sitting opposite, looked at him slightly moved, and smiled and said, "Is it delicious?"

"It's really good."

Olga did not deny, nodded and replied.

Shaking the blue juice in her hand, she looked at Olga's face and asked, "Are you planning to live in this city for a long time in the future?"

She didn't know why she would ask such questions.

The most likely, perhaps because of getting along for a period of time, I am a little bit tempted for Orrjuga, and I am a little bit reluctant.

After all, Olga is indeed in line with her view of choosing a spouse.

If it weren't for occasionally making her feel a little dangerous inexplicably, she might be very emotional.

After all, he is strong, handsome, and good-tempered. He is indeed a rare golden turtle son-in-law.

After thinking about it for a while, Olga replied with no certainty: "It's probably going to be a month or so."

In order to develop a variety of new diseases for the races in this world, he still needs to squat for a while to collect information, so during this time, he should not change his base.

After listening to his words, I didn’t know how he was wondering how to harm the female elves of the whole world, nodded calmly, and asked her a very curious question; "Have you been so heartless? I always It feels like you don't care about anything?"

Faced with this question, Olga hesitated for a while before repliing: "My personality should have always been like this?

As for not caring about anything, it's a bit exaggerated. It's just that there are fewer things to care about. In other words, it can be called too selfish. "

After listening, after a little thought, she covered her mouth and smiled softly:

"Too selfish?

I really rarely hear anyone evaluate myself like this.

However, because you are too selfish, you only care about the important things and don't care about the things you don't care about?

I feel that describing you like this is indeed very appropriate. "

In response, Olga could only shrug his shoulders helplessly, and did not deny anything.

After all, as an honest and reliable Devil, he usually disdains to deny facts.

Even if someone comes over and asks him if he is an intruder, as long as he is prepared to answer, there is a considerable probability that he will tell the truth.

It's just that no one has come to question him from beginning to end.

Next, in a harmonious atmosphere, the other party and Oljuga talked a lot, and laughed from time to time, obviously very happy.

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The next day, the venue of the Chamber of Commerce dinner.

With the idea of ​​giving the host a little face somehow, Olga put on a formal suit, and one of his arms was being held by a female elf wearing a long skirt.

Although both of them are dressed luxuriously and look impeccable, when they stand together, Orrjuga's eye-catching temperament still allows everyone to instantly understand who is the chief among them.

Immediately after getting off the carriage, an attendant approached respectfully and said: "My lord, please give me your invitation, and I will take you to your seat."

Orchga didn't care about it either.

With a wave of his hand, an exquisite invitation card inlaid with tiny gems was handed to the other party.

Looking at the style of the invitation in his hand and the seat number marked on it, the attendant's pupils shrank slightly, and he was very respectful, and immediately became more respectful.

Although he can't afford the guests of this dinner party, he also knows that these guests scored three or six or nine, and the best way to judge the identity of the other party is to look at the style of the invitation and the seat number.

The one in his hand belonged to the most advanced one. Among the hundreds of guests at the dinner, at most only about ten had it.

It can be said that a distinguished guest of this level can decide in one sentence whether to live and work in peace or to rush to the front line tomorrow.

He couldn't help treating it carelessly.

It's like an ant facing a giant, even if you know that the other party may be too lazy to care about yourself, but you still feel a little worried about being stepped on by the other party unintentionally.

Regarding his reaction, not to mention Olga, even the female elf was clear, but neither cared much.

As a ‘demi-god’ and a legend.

They have long been accustomed to this kind of thing, and have no idea of ​​paying attention.

Directly in the curious eyes of other visitors around, he calmly walked into the hall of the hall.

After entering, before both of Olga’s eyes looked around, a sturdy old man surrounded him with enthusiasm and said hello: "Mr. Olga, Miss Goran, the old man and you both I haven't seen each other for many days."

In this regard, Olga and the two also responded politely.

The identity of this old man is the vice president of the largest chamber of commerce in the rice industry.

As a legend, Golaner has lived here for many years, and it’s normal to get to know him.

Olga would know him because he had bought and sold a lot of things with him, and he was regarded as one of the few big customers of the other party.

Don't talk about things at all, never talk nonsense when doing transactions, it's just a price.

And the strength is conservatively estimated to be demigods, all the things bought and sold are all kinds of precious materials, and the profit margin is huge.

This kind of customer can be called the type that one person feeds a shop, but the old man doesn't like it.

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