The Holy Right of a Comic

Yi Roy's clothes and temperament are completely out of tune with this slum. He walked on the narrow path, and the people around him looked at him, some with fear in their eyes, some with vigilance, but more It's insensitive, just watching his every move with unfocused eyes, life has nothing to love.

Some people saw that Roy, who looked like a nobleman, came to the slums alone, and greed and malice flashed in their eyes.

However, after they met Roy's gaze, each of them seemed to be frightened. A strange pain emerged from the depths of their bodies, and then they rolled and wailed on the ground. The terrifying sound made the people around them cringe in the corner , They finally confirmed that this grand lord who looked like a nobleman turned out to be a mysterious magician!

Things like magic are not accessible to people like them in the slums.

The roads in the slums are very complicated, and there are actually no roads at all here. If you walk, you may be blocked by garbage dumps.

In this almost lifeless place, the only scene that makes people feel alive is the occasional laughing and laughing children wearing cloth strips and bare feet. These children are also skinny. They don't understand the hardships of life, and don't understand the "comparison" of human beings. Even in this dirty and smelly slum, they can still show a pure and pure smile.

Seeing this, Roy also smiled knowingly.

Although the future of most of the children has been determined long ago, they will become a member of the insensitive crowd, only a very small number of children may come out of the slums and break out their own careers.

Roy watched the children's play for a while, then glanced around, and saw a man in his twenties sitting on a broken chair.

This man's body was dirty, he was wearing colorless clothes, and his skin was even rougher. However, he was different from other people in the slums in that there was still hope and a little light in his eyes.

Roy walked over, and the man shrank back when he saw Roy, with both vigilance and fear in his eyes, and when he realized that Roy was really coming towards him, he showed a humble and flattering smile and said, "... My lord, do you have any orders?"

"I heard that there is a half-elf here... Well, it's silver-haired."

Roy asked, and then, as if to be sure, he gave a more accurate image.

What if there was more than one half-elf in this slum.

The man lowered his head and said timidly, "...my lord, although there are some mixed races here, but... there are really no half elves, nor the silver-haired half elves you mentioned."

Roy looked at the man with his head down quietly, and suddenly smiled, "...you're lying!"

Just when the man's body was trembling slightly, Roy raised his head and looked at the children who were laughing. He said in a very calm tone: "... Among those children, one of them should be your child?"

The man's body was trembling like chaff, he knelt down and cried bitterly: "...I, I lied! My lord, please don't hurt these children, I said, I said, there is a The silver-haired half-elf was..."

"Why are you lying to me?"

Roy looked down at the crying man with interest and asked.

"Because, because I'm afraid that you, my lord, will hurt her... That half-elf is really kind. She obviously has nothing to eat, but she still gives the food to the children... I, I can't bear her to be hurt."

The man cried and said.

After a moment of silence, Roy said slowly: "... Well, you are still a human being."

Immediately, he flicked his left hand, and a crystal clear and beautiful coin landed in front of the man.

It was a holy crystal coin, the most valuable currency in Lugnica of the Lionheart Kingdom, but when Roy saw this currency for the first time, he called it a holy crystal.

"Take me to that half-elf, and this coin is yours."

The man just looked hesitantly at the beautiful coin in the dirt in front of him, and didn't take it directly, his face was tangled.

"I understand that you feel that accepting my money is betraying that elf, but you must also know that this slum is so big, you are definitely not the only one who knows the location of that half-elf, there must be a lot of people willing to take me Go find her."

"...So, accept it, I see hope for life in your eyes, this coin is worth the total income of an ordinary family of three for several months, you take this coin to bring Take your child to the city to rent a house that belongs to you that you can live in, then wash and change clothes, eat something good to restore your body, and then go find a job.”

"I think your life can be changed. You don't have to linger in this slum, and your children can have a future."

Every word of Roy's words was deeply engraved in the heart of the man in front of him, making his breath thicker, his own house, a future with enough food, and a serious job. These words are all impacting his mind.

"dad……"

Not far away, a dirty and skinny little girl was looking at it worriedly, with tears in her big beautiful eyes.

The man grabbed the coin in front of him, gritted his teeth and said, "...my lord, I will take you there!"

"Choose wisely, then I also bless you, you will live a happy life!"

Roy's words were "the blessing of human reason", the man only felt his body lighten, as if happiness had come, and all the haze was gone. .

Chapter Eight Shatila

Following the man, Roy wandered around the slum again, and finally came to an extremely remote place.

"That's... that's it, my lord!"

The man in the slum shrank his neck and pointed to the cabin in front of him.

Compared with the mess where these poor people live in the slums, this small wooden house is much neater, but it cannot be described as clean and refreshing. Some of the wooden blocks that make up the wooden house have become moldy and damp However, it is only the ingenuity of the owner of this room that put together such a place like a 'home'.

"Well, is this here? But it should be very difficult for a half-elf to live in such a place, such as being harassed."

Roy nodded slightly, and asked a new question.

"Didn't you just come to harass her..."

The man muttered something in a low voice, thinking that Roy didn't hear what he said, but Roy just laughed off his slander, so he wouldn't get angry and kill someone just because of such a word.

The man didn't dare not answer Roy's words. His voice was a little hoarse, and he tried his best to use a terrifying tone: "... Back to the adults, Shatila 27 is very beautiful, and some people in the slums are malicious to her. But those people wanted to sneak into Shatila's house, and finally... finally disappeared."

The man swallowed his saliva when he said this. He was not lying. This is a real thing. The women of the elves are beautiful, and so are the half-elves. Such a beautiful girl lives in this slum, if she does not If any method or ability is used to protect oneself, it should have been captured by those depraved cripples long ago as a tool to vent.

But this half-elf named Shatila has been living here without incident, which is itself a problem.

'Shatila...'

After Roy heard the name, he knew that he had found the right person in the right place. Although there are not many silver-haired half-elves in this world, they are definitely not unique, but the silver-haired half-elf named Shatila should be Only that one left.

This man from the slums speaks in such a terrifying tone, but he actually wants to threaten Roy, hoping that he will not have any bad thoughts about Satila. Roy's threats and warnings to him can naturally be seen, but it looks like This person had no malicious intentions, but Roy graciously forgave him for the sake of Satila.

"Okay, now that you've found the place, you can go."

Roy waved his hand, indicating that the man could leave.

The man dawdled, he turned around hesitantly, and couldn't help but said: "...My lord, Shatila is really kind, I hope you can treat her well, if... If you can take her away from here Even better, this slum is really not a place for a girl like her to live."

For a person who has lived at the bottom of this slum for more than 20 years, the man certainly knows what a nobleman like Roy is going to do when he comes to this stinking place to find a beautiful woman. He knows that he is powerless to resist, but Humble, he only hoped that the kind half-elf would be treated well.

"Also... I hope you don't say that I brought you here."

The man said with shame on his face, he felt that he had betrayed Shatila.

"You're talking too much nonsense, take your children and get out of this slum."

Roy was a little impatient. He glared at the man, and the aura he raised slightly made the man in the slum feel alert, and a kind of fear overflowed from the deepest part of his heart. Only then did he realize that Roy's identity is not what he can say. Yes, trembling body hastily said goodbye.

After the man walked away, Roy took a closer look at the situation in the corner of the slum.

Compared to the filthy slums, this corner is much cleaner, and the smell of the air is relatively light. There are some dried fruit peels all over the ground around this corner, and the smell should be caused by these peels. reconciled.

The moldy log cabin is between some firewood and fruit peels. The wooden cabin looks like a tree house. This should be the habit of elves. It is said that elves live in tree houses.

There are some working tools on a small square table next to the wooden house. The tools look a bit worn out, but they are neatly placed, which shows the carefulness of the owner.

Roy walked to the wooden house, and he felt it. There are no magic traps here. Although Roy doesn't know the magic of this world yet, the fluctuation of magic power will not deceive people. There is no magic power here. Fluctuation, that is to say, this wooden house is very ordinary, Shatila should not rely on magic to prevent herself from becoming the plaything of those malicious people in the slums.

There are no locks in the huts, and no need for locks in the slums, they cannot lock up those who really want to steal.

Push the door open and walk in. Unlike what I imagined, the wooden house is not very damp. The area of ​​the house is not large, only about a dozen square meters. There is a small window on the back wall of the wooden house, and the sunlight shines in through the small window. , so that the interior of the wooden house is very refreshing. A bed is leaning against the edge of the wall. The furniture is only a set of simple and monotonous tables and chairs. I don’t know where the tables and chairs are picked up from other people’s trash. The legs of the chairs are crooked.

There are creeper-like green vegetation on the walls of the house, which makes this dilapidated hut look very warm. There are no oil lamps, no other decorations, and the only decoration is the vegetation. It is absolutely not an exaggeration to describe it as a house with bare walls. From here on You can see the poverty of the owner of this wooden house.

"As expected of an elf, it looks quite natural."

Roy sat directly on the bed, and there was a "creaking" sound from the not-so-solid wooden bed. When he saw that the wooden house was also full of fruit peels, he lifted the magic at 370. Sure enough, there was no smell in this small space. , only sweet and fruity.

Roy rummaged left and right, but he couldn't find anything valuable, let alone a girl's underwear. There were some wild fruits in the basket on the table. These wild fruits were not sold in the city. It was probably like It's a worthless thing like wild vegetables, and that half-elf girl should be relying on this thing to eat.

"It's really a miserable life..."

Roy sighed.

It is now afternoon, and before Satila came back, Roy sat by Satila's bed and took out the fruits he had bought before. After being washed very clean by the owner of the shop, he picked out one of the fruits he hadn't eaten before and began to taste it.

Some are sour, some are sweet, and some taste strange, but overall they are all delicious, and they also give Roy a novel feeling.

Whether it was in the Godslayer World or the Moon World before, it was the Earth as a whole, and this is the first time Roy has come to a different world with an exotic style, and he is also very novel.

Slowly, time began to flow, and when the sun set from the west, leaving only a faint red light, Roy heard light footsteps coming from outside the house.

Satila is back.

That "jealous witch"! .

Chapter Nine "The Envious Witch"

(Don't put the picture of Shatila, Emilia will look whatever she looks like.)

Shatila is a half-elf.

Even among the complex types of hybrids, half-elves belong to the type with the least number of people.

Although the elves do not only have one village like the ghost race, the number of elves is not large, and compared to other sub-human races, the elves are more xenophobic, so the love between humans and elves is very rare. Not to mention giving birth to a hybrid like a half-elf.

Shatila didn't know who her parents were, whether her father was an elf or her mother was an elf. After Shatila had memories, she was already an orphan living near the capital of Lugnica.

As a half-elf, as a mixed race, and due to factors such as being young, she naturally entered the slums and lived with the lowest and saddest people in Lugnica.

Satila, who is only sixteen years old, is still a complete child in the eyes of the elves, but because Satila still has human blood, she is mature enough to support herself at this age, and she is also living in this slum lived in China for more than ten years.

The slums are very chaotic, and the young Shatila didn't know how she survived, but she did survive.

If you want to find a decent job in the capital of Lugnica, you need at least a clean body and a relatively decent dress, and you need to have proof of residence in the capital.

To get these things, you need money. People in slums don’t have money, they can’t find decent jobs, and then they become poorer and poorer. In this vicious circle, it’s hard for people in slums to get out of this dead cycle. You can only be the bottom people in the slums from birth to death.

For a person like Shatila, even if she does not have the stench of the slums, even if she wears beautiful clothes, even if she has a residence certificate, it is difficult for her to find a job in the capital that can support herself, because she A half-elf, a half-breed.

Hybrids have always been treated unfairly in this world, and Lugnica, the Lionheart Kingdom, is one of the most serious countries.

"Sister Shatila!"

In the evening, Shatila returned to the slums and was walking towards her home. On the way, some children called her sweetly, and everyone's eyes showed eagerness.

Shatila nodded gently to each child, then she opened her basket and distributed most of the wild fruits inside to these children.

While thanking her, the children gulped down their dates.

These wild fruits are the key to Shatila's survival to the present. They are like wild vegetables that have attracted the attention of these low-level people, but there are too many poor people. The wild fruits near the capital of Lugnica have long been harvested. Shatila Every time, they walked more than ten kilometers to the dangerous jungle outside the capital to search for these wild fruits.

Perhaps because of her elven blood, Shatila has a natural perception of fruits and other crops, and can find many wild fruits every time.

Because of her kindness, she always distributes most of the wild fruits she picks to children who are hungry, which is why the man from the slums that Roy met was unwilling to 'sell' Shatila, because his children Also received the favor of Shatila.

"Sister Shatila, today a handsome and scary noble brother came here to look for you¨‖."

A child finished eating the wild fruit, and said to Shatila in a childlike voice.

"Well, thank you, I see... You should go home quickly after eating, it's too dangerous at night."

"Yes, Sister Shatila!"

The children waved their hands vigorously, laughed and left.

After sending away the children, Shatila carried the basket and walked to her home. Thinking of the children's words, she felt a little hazy in her heart.

As a half-elf, Shatila has an extraordinary beauty. Even if she wears worn-out clothes every day, even without any jewelry on her body, even without any makeup on her face, her extreme beauty and temperament can be seen in this slum It is still so special, like standing out from the crowd.

But such beauty always brings danger. There are many criminals in the slums. Faced with a beautiful elf like Shatila, they will naturally covet her, whether they grab her for their own enjoyment or sell it to slave traders or nobles. My lord, they can get them out of poverty.

So Shatila faced the malice of many people.

But none of those people survived, they were all swallowed up.

That's right, it was swallowed by Shatila's shadow.

This is the power Shatila has had since she was very young. She can't completely control this power, but when she encounters danger, her shadow will turn into a nightmare that devours everything, swallowing anyone who is malicious to her kill.

Shatila was not sad about the death of those people. Although she was kind-hearted, living in this slum, she had seen too many vicissitudes and vicissitudes, so she was not stupid.

Shatila knew that those people deserved to die, and many people were persecuted by these rubbish. If she didn't have this strange power, she might have been poisoned by them long ago.

But Shatila is still afraid. What she is afraid of is her uncontrollable power. She is afraid that one day this power will suddenly go berserk and swallow people who are kind to her.

Perhaps it was for this reason that she did not leave the slums, did not leave Lugnica, but lived here all the time.

"A nobleman from the capital of Lugnica..."

Thinking of this, Shatila was worried. It was the first time she was sought by nobles, which made Shatila instinctively feel the danger.

Just as she was thinking wildly, Shatila returned to her den. She stood in front of the house and looked around. She didn't find any danger, but she just opened the door.

At this time, the sun had already set, and the house was pitch black, and she couldn't afford an oil lamp, but the elf's sight was very good. Even at night, as long as there was a faint moonlight, the elf could see far away.