Dark Night Demon fell in love with these three-dimensional figures at first sight. They were no longer patterns in a picture book, but tangible happiness.
Although the first figure he found was a defective product, missing one leg and unable to stand without a stand, he just made a wooden stand for her to stand up on.
There is nothing he can do about his legs. After all, his abilities are limited.
The defective products did not affect his enthusiasm. He was not satisfied with the paper classification, but secretly searched for missing figures in other categories.
Most of them have various problems when they can be abandoned. Therefore, for so long, the only ones that have reached the hands of the Night Demon intact are the two that Darkrai saw at the beginning.
The Night Demon doesn't like to play tricks on people. His biggest hobby is to be alone as an elf.
His companions during the Night Watch period were no longer willing to play with him after he evolved into the Night Demon, and over time he became accustomed to being alone.
In the past, there were many grass elves active in this area. The night demons could also watch the walking grass gathering, the trumpet buds dancing, and you could also see the dancing electric fireflies and the sweet couple dancing at night.
However, as more and more ghost-type elves became active in this area, the grass-type elves either sought shelter from the rotten wood demon or left the area.
Without daily entertainment, and with such a long lifespan, the night demons quickly became addicted to them as soon as they came into contact with them.
Because of this unique hobby, he has developed a greater sense of distance from other ghost elves. When talking about him, the only impression left is that the night demon always carries a black bag when going out.
In fact, the Night Demon doesn't need a big black bag. After all, every time he steals garbage, he sifts through it and finds that he doesn't need much.
He just found that if he used big bags to carry things, he would feel that the trip was fruitful when he returned, so he deliberately chose a big bag.
Even if he finds nothing, the big bag hanging on his body can give him a sense of comfort.
The joy of finding a large color illustration is the same as finding a favorite picture album and turning to a new figure.
They are like gems buried under the sand. The moment they are discovered inadvertently, the joy of harvest is indescribable.
The first colored illustration of "The Night Stalker" slipped out while flipping through the book after taking it home. After unfolding it, he discovered that it was a painting several times larger than the small book.
However, many colored inserts have been crumpled by people who throw away trash, making them unreadable. There are really not many that the Dark Night Demon can find.
He really doesn't know about the taste.
Lily, fencing?
He is not qualified to choose. If he can find one, he will be happy for a long time.
Darkrai fell silent, and decided to apologize for his actions just now.
During the conversation, the Dark Night Demon looked at the figure in his hand with a very soft expression, and an obvious smile could be seen in the red one eye.
He has regarded picking up garbage as a kind of fun, the only bright color in a boring and monotonous life.
He doesn't play tricks on people, doesn't hurt weak elves, and lives his own life of a dead house. He uses the cheapest way to get overwhelming happiness.
Luther wants to know? What is Acerola’s plan now?
Is the character of this dark night spirit in line with her wishes?
Acerola is still reading comics.
"I also read this book in the library in Alola, and read it to the children at that time? I quite like the ending."
The Night Demon glanced at the title page and suddenly moved closer to Acerola excitedly, nodding repeatedly.
Then he looked at Darkrai awkwardly.
He wanted to convey his meaning.
Darkrai readily helped him.
That's it? With the help of Darkrai, a poor translator, Arcelora and the Night Demon struggled to discuss the ending.
There were only a few words in total? But the two sides talked for almost two minutes.
"I said Dark Night Demon..." Arcelora closed the comic and put it back in its original position, "Would you like to go see the outside world with me?"
The Night Demon was stunned and seemed to be thinking carefully about the meaning of this sentence.
"You want to see the outside world, right?"
"This world is big? It's not just the Tianguan Mountains? It's not just the garbage disposal plant on the outskirts of EMI City. The stories in the comics are far less exciting than what's happening right now."
"Don't you want to know what interesting things are written in those books full of words that you threw away?"
Acerola smiled: "I will tell you later."
"You don't have to dig through garbage bags anymore, I'll buy them for you. There are many interesting comics in the world? There are so many beautiful illustrations that you haven't seen before."
"Can we make money to buy the figures you like? They will no longer be incomplete, but will appear in front of you in their best-looking appearance."
Acerola's smiling face suddenly matched an illustration in the Night Demon's mind.
Is that also an enlightenment story? It’s about a boy who led his elf back to his hometown after a series of travels.
It's not passionate, and the rescue is very dull? It's just a story about a slightly bumpy journey, but overall it's an unremarkable journey.
At the end of the story? The boy also said to the elf accompanying him with such a smile, "Fortunately, you are always by my side."
The difference is that the boy's smile represents the end of the story.
Acellola's invitation at this moment is about to begin.
It's like a story reflected in reality.
The night demon was reluctant to look at the tree hole, the home where he had lived for nearly ten years.
Acerola smiled slightly: "I will help you move the things here, don't worry."
The Night Demon was silent for a while, then thrust the two figures into Acerola's hands. He didn't want to convey his intention through Darkrai, but wanted to express it in person.
The most precious thing was handed over to Acerola, which meant that the Night Demon was convinced.
Acellola took out the elf ball, put it on the Night Demon's forehead, and knocked it lightly.
Without any shaking, the night demon just entered the elf ball.
When he appeared again, he was already helping Luther and Acerola move the collection in the tree hole.
After the Chinese Valentine's Day bluebird was hung with three big bags, the tree hole was empty, leaving only the wall with the word "paper" engraved on it, telling later generations that someone had been here.
When Luther and Acerola were asking if the Qixi Bluebird felt too heavy, the Night Demon was looking back at the tree hole, still missing something.
"It's time to go." Acerola reminded, holding the elf ball.
The night demon was stunned for a moment and quickly floated to Aselora's side.
At the moment when the elf ball was taken back, the night demon couldn't help but think.