After Werther was mentally prepared, he took Wile and Ivan to the unattended bakery.
From the outside, it looks a bit dilapidated and weird. The windows are covered with wooden boards from the inside. There are some signs of being chopped with knives and burned by fire. There are ants crawling in the cracks. There are vines growing on the outside of the wooden door because it has been unoccupied for a long time.
After cleaning, the two steps in front often become a place where neighbors throw dirty water. They are wet and dirty, with rotten vegetable leaves and food residues scattered here and there.
Werther easily opened the door with the key given by the girl. Werther, Ivan and Wile walked in one after another, and Wile closed the door gently. Since there was no one visible inside, Werther had to fumble around with his hands.
"I knew I would have brought a torch." Wile said from behind.
"Do you think it's appropriate to bring a torch... It should be a lit candle." Ivan squinted in Wile's direction.
Werther suddenly remembered something, spread his hands, and sighed softly: "Oh, if you open the door, light will come in."
"Your Highness is thoughtful." Wile turned around and pushed open the door he had just closed.
Werther finally saw part of the scene inside the workshop. Two large ovens were placed near the door and by the side wall. There were empty flour bags and firewood scattered on the ground, as well as several tables.
There are many racks and wooden trays for bread.
This place looks like it has not been tidied up. Could it be that no one dared to come in and clean up after the two elves took over this place? Also, the window was covered with wooden boards from the inside. It was probably done by those two elves.
. Now I'd better not light the candle, lest the elf knocks it over and then shirks the responsibility on me.
They walked a few steps further, and Werther heard the sound of vibrating air coming from not far away, and it was getting closer and closer.
No, this sound sounded like something very sharp cutting through the air! Werther immediately turned around and threw Wile and Ivan behind him to the ground. At this moment, a kitchen knife hanging by a rope fell from just now.
The necks of the three of them were scratched, and finally they were slashed hard on the door frame.
Could this be done by elves? It’s too barbaric!
Werther stood up, panting nervously, while Wile and Ivan sat on the ground, as if frightened.
"The kitchen knife just now was probably a trap set by the elf. With such a terrifying elf, no wonder it scared so many people away." Witte took a deep breath and carefully observed the movement in the room.
After a while, nothing abnormal happened, so the three of them moved forward some distance. Suddenly, flames appeared on the corners of Werther's clothes, Wile's pants and Ivan's sleeves.
"Whoaaah!"
The three of them ran out of the workshop together and rolled on the ground outside before the flames were extinguished.
They sat on the ground in embarrassment, the three of them back to back, all looking shocked.
The tavern girl rushed over after hearing the sound, looked at the pierced door frame, and sighed: "The flames are exactly the same as before, but with the addition of a kitchen knife attack. No wonder there have been sharp stabbings in the bakery some time ago.
The sound coming through the wooden door turned out to be the elf studying the trap again."
Werther didn't even know what to say. It took him a long time to fumble out a few words: "It's really barbaric..."
"Haha, these two elves are indeed barbaric, otherwise they wouldn't have scared so many people out." The girl said helplessly, "I still remember that last time Mrs. Agnes brought many male servants to catch the elves. Some of them
When the servants came out, they were so frightened that they couldn't say anything, and in the end they were pushed away in a cart."
"It's been so long,
Can no one conquer these two elves?"
"It's too late for everyone to hide. Who dares to risk their lives to subdue them? However, Your Highness, seeing that the behavior of these elves is getting worse and worse, I am afraid that you will not be able to subdue them. I think you should not buy this workshop.
If you have a bad boy, I'm afraid the king will blame me." The girl looked embarrassed.
But Werther shook his head, his eyes very firm: "I will definitely tame the elf and buy the workshop. Don't worry, nothing will happen to me. Besides, even if something happens to me, my father won't care."
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"But, Your Highness the Lord..."
The girl came forward to persuade again, but Werther raised his hand to stop her.
"Wile and Ivan are in your care. I will go in again by myself, and I will make sure to subdue the two elves this time. But before I go in, can you get me a big bucket of water?"
"Okay, I'll bring it right away."
Soon, the girl panted and brought up a large bucket of water. She was so tired that she bent over and held her knees with her hands: "Huh~huh~ Your Highness, are these enough?"
Werther looked at the bucket and nodded with satisfaction: "That's enough."
He mustered up the courage to pour all the cold water on himself in the increasingly cool late autumn.
"Your Highness, you..." The girl wanted to stop her but it was too late.
At this moment, Werther was soaked all over, his hair stuck to his face, he was shivering all over, and his teeth were chattering up and down. He smiled: "It doesn't matter, it's safe this way. The elf's flames shouldn't be able to burn me."
This time, Werther walked into the bread workshop with full confidence.
After the last observation, he believed that the elf was not in the workshop, but hiding in a room connected to the workshop. In order to prevent himself from being caught off guard when he saw the elf, he planned to walk in slowly without using teleportation magic.
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This time some small flames still appeared on his body, but because the flames were too small and his body was covered with cold water, the flames could not hurt him.
There is a door at the very end of the workshop. When opened, it should be the place where the owner of the workshop used to live. The elf must be inside. Werther opened the door without any hesitation.
He saw a dark red elf standing in front of him.
The elf is about twenty centimeters tall. It has two black horns on its round head. The head is connected to a dragon-like body. Its belly is pink. Its long crimson tail is tilted upwards. Its two hind paws are on the ground.
On the armrest of the sofa, his front paws were gesturing towards Viter like little hands, the two pink masses on his cheeks were flashing, and his small mouth seemed to be muttering magic spells.
Werther followed the elf's eyes and looked at his body, and found that some small flames appeared on his body, but due to the cold water on his body, these weak flames were extinguished after touching him.
It seemed that this elf was the fire elf. Werther took two tentative steps forward. At this time, the fire elf suddenly began to close his mouth tightly, clenched his front paws tightly, trembled and held his breath, and there were two pink masses on his cheeks.
It is getting brighter and brighter, and it seems to be the charging stage before launching the ultimate move.
"This charge looks really uncomfortable." Witte couldn't help but say.
"Ah!" The elf suddenly screamed and released a ball of flame from his front paws.
Oops, this flame is much stronger than the previous small flame. It may be the kind of magic fire that can last for a long time as mentioned in the "Elf Illustrated Book". If this kind of flame comes into contact with me, the cold water on my body may be instantly evaporated and the flames will turn into flames.
Will set my clothes on fire!
Just when the flames were about to touch Werther's body, Werther used teleportation
Use magic to move yourself behind the elf.
The flame ignited the door of the room. The elf was startled, used magic to retract the flame, and then looked around for Werther.
"Ah?" The elf turned around and saw Werther, and then began to clenched his front paws tightly to accumulate strength, preparing to send out another wave of flames.
The corners of Witte's lips slightly raised. He remembered that it was written in the "Elf Illustrated Book" that a fire elf can create up to two such large flames in a day. After it has exhausted its energy for a day, it will no longer have the energy to become a demon.
"Ah!" The fire elf finally conjured another ball of magic fire.
Werther used teleportation magic to easily avoid the attack of the flames, but this time the magic fire crossed the open rear window and burned the lawn and tree trunks outside.
"Oh no, the lawn is connected to other people's houses. This will cause a fire in Daybreak Town." Witte looked outside nervously, then looked back at the fire elf, "Hey, can't you take back the flames you created?
Take back the magic fire quickly, otherwise the fire outside will get bigger and bigger."
"Ah!" The fire elf held his two front paws in front of his chest, turned his little head to the side, closed his eyes and stopped looking at Werther.
Werther shook his head helplessly, thinking that although the magic fire had magical power, it could be extinguished by water.
It seemed that he was going to use teleportation magic to get water from far away. He was facing the window, gently closed his eyes, and used his superpower eyes to check the water source outside. Suddenly he found a line not far from the lawn.
There happened to be no one nearby, so he used magic to get some water from the river to extinguish the fire on the lawn and tree trunks.
"Finally destroyed."
Vitre sat down on the sofa to rest, while the fire elf looked at Vitt in a daze.
"Well, why do you look at me like this?"
"ah!"
What caught Werther off guard was that the fire elf threw himself into Werther's arms and rubbed his face against Werther's clothes.
"What's going on? Why did you suddenly change your attitude?" Witte was a little surprised. Maybe his magic was so powerful that the fire elf obeyed him willingly.
But, where is the food elf? Werther looked around, and at this moment, a fifteen centimeter-tall mushroom-like elf appeared on the window sill.
Its head and body are connected together to form the lower part of the mushroom. From the lower part of the mushroom, its arms and legs as thin as chopsticks extend, and the orange-red hat it wears on its head seems to be the umbrella of the mushroom.
shape part.
It took off the umbrella-shaped hat, jumped on the table, poured out a piece of bark and two small mushrooms, then looked at the fire elf with a pair of cute eyes, and made a "yeah" sound from its little mouth.
It seems that this is the food elf. Perhaps the reason why it was not there just now is that it went out to look for food.
The fire elf also jumped on the table and started chatting with the food elf. Werther could see from the fire elf's eyes that the fire elf seemed to be praising him. After a while, the food elf looked at Werther, his eyes full of joy.
Wary and distrustful.
Well, it seems that this food elf also needs my magic to fix it.
Werther stretched out his hand and moved the tables below them a few meters away. The food elf looked at the tables below him in surprise, dumbfounded.
At this time, Witte used his super power eyes again and saw some non-toxic small mushrooms and branches falling on the ground outside. He also used teleportation to take a few mushrooms and branches and placed them firmly on both sides.
In front of an elf.
The two elves were surprised and ecstatic, completely impressed by Werther's magic, and they threw themselves into Werther's arms.