There were many beauties with outstanding looks among the elves passing by. Their clothes were brightly colored and thin, and their steps were light, like thin clouds passing by in the sky. The male elves also tended to have softer looks and slim bodies, and it was even difficult to distinguish them from women without looking closely.
Griffith's eyes followed them. He thought hard and felt that he could find a word to describe what they had in common.
"Okay--see--"
Galadia sat opposite him, looking at him with some dissatisfaction, and dipped her slender fingers into the water drops on the drink glass to write a number on the table.
"-5"
Ouch! Griffith hurriedly sat down: "I'm just curious, I've never seen so many elves."
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"Excuse, huh."
Griffith looked away: "Garadia, why do you stay in Homemonworth to study?"
"Of course it's to increase my knowledge!" The elf girl raised her eyebrows, "I went out to play by the way, it's so busy here."
"How to say?"
"Everyone was polite, there was nothing new," Galadia said, "Although there were no worries, it was not very interesting, and the day passed before I knew it.
"Everyone's jokes are related to their respective responsibilities, and they don't care about other fields at all. However, if we really want to have an in-depth discussion with them about ancient ruins and fragments of civilization, there will be nothing to say."
Griffith nodded in understanding.
Miss Elf spread her hands regretfully:
"For example, explorers like them don't have any new ideas. They just repeat the existing records or describe the texts and pictures on the unearthed antiquities without making any connections or speculations.
"Exploration should be accompanied by thinking and fantasy, right? But everyone says that unfounded thinking is imprecise, and fantasy is a human trick. According to this logic, unless they unearth all ancient civilizations, they will always be retelling
The symbols on the fragments.”
"It is indeed different from us." Griffith was no longer interested in other elves. He finished his second portion of chocolate and wiped his mouth, "Without further delay, let's start playing!"
"You have to go to the Psychic Research Center with me first. I will be an adult in a few days, and I have to do a lot of things according to the procedures recently. Then, I will take you to the place where you will stay for the night to settle down."
Galadia grabbed Griffith and came to a magic research center. There were elves of all sizes gathered there, doing different tests.
Some elves dressed as assistants gave her a quick test and then led her to the office of the head of the research center.
The door number says "Director Melrose". It's said to be an office, but it's actually more like a utility room. Utensils and books from other races are scattered on the floor. The walls are full of small holes, some of which have inserts inserted into them.
Holding a broken crossbow arrow.
A sluggish elf curled up inside the large chair. When he saw the two people coming in, he threw aside a short crossbow in his hand and looked at Griffith for a while.
"He is our chief psychic research and development director," Galadia introduced, "he is almost four hundred years old."
Director Melrose is tall and thin, with a long chin. Like other elves, he cannot tell his age. His psychic aura is very powerful, but he just scribbles on the paper at hand and shoots at the wall with a short crossbow arrow. There is also a
He reads dice and novels, and seems to just do some boring things. What is striking is that in appearance, he is different from most elves. Although his face is tired, there is an obvious trace of boredom and boredom in his eyes.
clever.
Not all elves are like beautiful pomegranate trees~ Griffith thought about it and felt that the director in front of Galadia and her brother were different and had their own characteristics.
Galadia made a brief report on her promotion, then looked at the director seriously, waiting for his feedback.
"Hmm, um, um~" Director Melrose hummed for a long time without comment or opinion. After holding it in for a long time, he suddenly pointed at Griffith and asked: "Your man?"
"No~"
"Is it easy to use? Is it long-lasting? How does it feel? Can you lend it to me to try?"
"Director, if you keep talking nonsense, I will tell dad to send you to peel potatoes." Galadia blushed and picked up a stack of reports and hit him.
"What about magic crystals?" Director Melrose changed the topic quickly.
"No," Galadia said, "Director, why are you still taking this thing? You are talking even more ludicrously than before!"
"It's not a drug, it's an injection. I've upgraded!" the director said as he took out a box of beautiful syringes, tightened his left arm, extracted the liquid magic crystal from a crystal bottle, and flicked the syringe.
In front of the young girl, he gave himself an injection in his arm.
"Griffith, you can't learn!" Galadia pushed Griffith, "He has been addicted for many years. At first it was just terazine, then he started taking magic crystals, and now it has evolved into intravenous injection.
Director, you are really asking for death!"
Griffith watched in horror as the elf, who was probably an extraordinary person, injected the magic crystal into his veins. Mixing the magic energy with flesh and blood, a human would have exploded or gone crazy.
"Because it's boring!" the director said regretfully. "Our magic has not had any major innovations for many years. New spells are emerging one after another, but so what? The basic theory has stagnated. Our future is dark."
"Stop saying that, director," Galadia waved her hand hurriedly, "The disciplinary committee is going to punish you again. It says you are a pessimist."
"Well, the control of public opinion has made great progress. Then let's close our eyes and sway our bodies and pretend to be riding a horse. In fact, let's slide all the way towards the cliff. We can still cheer before flying out. Look, I'm flying. I'm flying.
I’ve never felt so good!”
"..."
This elf was quite interesting. Griffith took a glass of apple juice and drank it while watching them chat.
"Miss Villanoy is really mature, she is about to reach adulthood!" After injecting the magic crystal, the director lay down on the sofa and said desperately, "Iluvash's prophecy will soon come true.
Show you a mate."
"puff!"
Griffith squirted out the juice in his mouth. Galadia's expression turned bad on the spot.
"Don't look like that. The partner given by God is to continue the rituals necessary for our perfect race. You have a range to choose from, and you can still designate your lover outside of this, right?" Director Yun Danfengqing said.
He said, glancing at Griffith by the way.
Griffith felt as if he had eaten a fly.
The director didn't care at all, and didn't think there was anything wrong with what he just said. He casually chatted for a few words and then left. Griffith and Miss Elf were left with awkward looks on their faces, unable to look directly at each other.
The two of them were silent and walked out quickly, as if they were trying to escape from here.
Griffith held on for a while and couldn't help but asked: "Why do you even have to specify such a thing?"
"What do you mean by designation!" Miss Elf growled, as if someone stepped on her tail, "Is this an oracle? The goddess's oracle! And the prophecy indicates a range, not necessarily a certain elf."
This reaction shocked Griffith. He didn't expect her to defend herself so actively: "No one has any objection?"
"Hmph! If we let everyone find it themselves, wouldn't there be betrayal and debauchery just like humans?" Galadia crossed her arms and lost her temper inexplicably, "Isn't it great that the goddess has chosen for us? This system can make
We are more harmonious and happy, and it is completely different from breeding cattle, sheep, dogs and horses!"
"I didn't say breeding..."
"How can you associate the gaze and guidance of gods with such disgusting things?" She became more and more excited as she spoke.
Hey! Didn't you say the word "breeding" yourself? Griffith said hurriedly: "I didn't think so."
"You are!" the consul's daughter stamped her feet angrily, "our pointed ears are beautiful and noble, and cannot be associated with the ears of donkeys and horses!"
Where does this all go? I did think so, but I never said it... The conversation moved too fast, and Griffith was at a loss for a moment and blurted out: "I never said you were a stupid roe deer.
"
"What! Silly roe deer...you are annoying!" Galadia punched him, "What are you thinking about?"
"Okay," Griffiths, who had nothing to say, snorted and spoke uncontrollably, bringing the topic back, "Then, what is the difference between the oracle of Iluvash and the breeding of cattle and sheep?
?”
"you!!!"
Galadia was stunned for a moment, and she opened her mouth to explain. However, wouldn't the more you explain this kind of thing, the more disgusting it becomes?
The clouds on her face changed, and she felt like she was going to cry out of anger, and she was about to hit someone at any time.
The two of them stood on the steps of the Psychic Research Center, and the atmosphere was as solemn as a cumulonimbus cloud. Just when Griffith felt that he would be slapped at any time, a very cute little elf girl suddenly pounced on Galardi.
Ya's legs, hugging her happily.
"Long time no see, sister Galadia, I miss you so much!"
The beautiful lady with the girl on the side also greeted Galadia with a smile:
"Long time no see, Miss Villanoy, the fertility rate has dropped again this year."
"The birth rate has dropped again this year. Ms. Thrandis, isn't your husband here with you today?"
"He has been at the border recently, busy regrouping troops~"
Haha, it’s really such a greeting, just like saying that the weather is really nice today. Listening to the two elves greeting each other, Griffith was speechless, and then he smiled and said in his heart:
"Let me imitate it. Well, like this...
“Good afternoon, dear Archon, the fertility rate has dropped again this year;
"Good afternoon, distinguished elders, the fertility rate has dropped again this year. Our first topic today is that the fertility rate has dropped again this year.
"Ah ha ha ha ha! How embarrassing is this conversation!"
Griffith himself simulated the Senate of Canaan in his mind and smiled crookedly.
"Who is this?" The beautiful elf lady with the child noticed his smile and asked politely and doubtfully.
"My friend and classmate, Griffith Quasi-Knight," Galadia glared at the grinning Griffith, "This is Ms. Thrandis, the wise seer."
"Hello, Ms. Thrandis," Griffith tried to hold back his smile, "The fertility rate has dropped again this year."