In the next few days, Rikka and Astrid stayed in the tree house, laughing and playing, which gave Boom a headache, and he was not even in the mood to read.
Christine pursed her lips and smiled when she saw this, and then invited Boom to walk in the Whispering Forest. It was not a worthwhile trip to the dark elf hinterland.
Boom nodded after hearing this, and after warning Rikka never to leave the tree house, he left with Christine. Although he had lived in the Whispering Forest for more than half a month, today was the first time that Boom had walked out of the tree.
house.
A moment later, the two came to the central area again. The noise was still endless, and human and alien merchants were still selling their goods hard.
"How's it going? Doesn't this look like the market area of the Principality of Humanity?" Christine handed Boom a glass of pomegranate juice and asked with a smile.
"I think it's more like the Horned Insect Bay in the Principality of Xisai, because there are so many foreign races here."
"Don't dark elves always resist having too much contact with others? Why are there so many other alien and human traders here?"
"Besides, aren't all dark elves vegetarians, but what do those charcoal-grilled beef and smoked fish mean? Don't say that the dark elves have changed their gender."
Boom stood by the road and asked very puzzledly. Because in his eyes, the dark elf should be like Christine. She usually behaves indifferently and eats very lightly, giving people an elegant air of wandering clouds and wild cranes.
Sense.
But now what Boom sees are all dark elves eating meat and drinking wine. And most of them are shouting at each other, just like the ordinary people in the ancient continent.
"That was the Whispering Forest thousands of years ago. Nowadays, the younger generation is not so rigid. Not to mention drinking and eating meat, many of them have become loyal fans of offal."
"As for these humans and other alien traders, it is Queen Donna's tacit approval. The Whispering Forest needs to change and proactively cater to today's world. I personally strongly agree with this."
Christine took a bite of the salt-baked okra and replied with a smile. However, it is very difficult for her to like meat, let alone try an offal meal.
The two chatted like this while wandering around the central area of the Whispering Forest. Whenever Boom saw snacks that he had never seen before, he would definitely buy some. Christine, on the other hand, rarely had a big appetite and ate them.
A lot of stuff.
"This is the largest tea shop in the Whispering Forest. I dare not say anything else, but when it comes to tea, you have come to the right place today."
Christine led Boom in, and was immediately greeted by an old dark elf man with a smile. However, when he saw that the person coming was Christine, there was a hint of disgust in his eyebrows.
"What kind of tea do you want to buy? Is it the most common type, the top-quality tea, or the type you drink most?" the dark elf old man asked with a smile.
"Ten pounds of the best tea, do you have it here?" Boom asked calmly and somewhat coldly.
"Haha, that will cost 300 gold coins, or we should change it." The dark elf old man raised his eyebrows and replied.
A moment later, Boom and Christine walked out of the tea shop. The former grinned with a painful look on his face, while the latter was smiling softly. As for the old dark elf behind them, he still maintained his expression.
Incredible look.
"I'm curious, as a magician, why do you want to make a dagger?" Christine sat under the shade of a tree next to the blacksmith shop and looked at Boom with some confusion.
"This is a gift I intend to give to Rikka. Although it is not worth a few dollars, it is a piece of my heart."
"Besides, why can't magicians use daggers? Killing the opponent is the only reason. As for the method, it is not that important in my opinion."
Because the steel sword that Rikka cherished so much was destroyed, Boom was worried that she would have a knot in her heart because of it, so she planned to find someone to forge a similar one.
Dark elves are good at using daggers, so Boom made this decision. He originally planned to find a dwarf craftsman, but he never had the chance.
As the sun set, the two of them sat under the old tree, drinking ale and silently watching the petals fall to the stream and then slowly float into the distance.
"If you can stay, stay here. After all, the Whispering Forest is your hometown." Boom said calmly, without any regret or reluctance in his tone.
"This should be the last time I return to the Whispering Forest. I have no plans to come back for a while at least."
"Boom, there's no need to think too much. At least I can guarantee that I won't murder Rikka. Are you talking about a good brother who dotes on his sister?"
Christine smiled and looked at Boom, who rarely blushed. It was true that Boom doted on Rikka, but it still felt a little awkward for him to say such things from other people's mouths.
"I want to become a great mage one day and become a peak powerhouse like you. What about you? What is your wish?" Boom thought for a while and asked again.
"Me? I just want to live freely, I just want to know more about the unknown, and I just want to witness the growth of you and Rikka."
"Of course, if you can't accept me, then I will leave naturally."
Christine looked up at the huge tree crown, and then whispered. She had also considered this question, but she didn't expect Boom to ask it directly.
"What about Shimmer Forest? Will the attitude towards mixed elves be better there?" Boom handed the other party a wine bag and asked again.
"Twilight Forest? That is a very scary place. If nothing else, at least you will never see mixed-blood elves in the Twilight Forest, not even half of them!"
"Although the Dark Elf Queen's attitude towards mixed elves is extremely bad, if she is still valuable, there is no need to worry about dying in her sleep one day."
"But the attitude of pure-blood elves is absolute. They will never tolerate the existence of dark elves or mixed-blood elves. Once discovered, they will be chopped into pieces."
Christine shook her head with a wry smile, and then took a sip of ale. The expression on her face was a little lonely. She couldn't go to the Shimmering Forest where the pure-blood elves lived, and she couldn't go to the Whispering Forest where she had lived for more than four hundred years.
No matter how long you stay, even Boom seems to be driving her away. Christine suddenly feels a little confused, which is something she has never felt in her more than four hundred years of life.
"Then just follow me and Rikka, as long as you don't dislike me, an insignificant mid-level magician."
"There's one more thing you have to promise me. Don't tell Rikka about the three hundred gold coins you bought for tea today. She will nag you non-stop."
Boom raised his head and drank the ale in one gulp, then stood up and climbed towards the tree house. Christine looked at Boom a little absentmindedly, and after a moment she smiled, and then she heard Rikka's energetic shout.
Sound.
"It's a very interesting day. Thank you, Boom, for accepting my soul, which has nowhere to go." Christine's murmur disappeared with the wind, and just at this time, the setting sun also fell into the horizon.