Chapter 87 86. "Appointment"
"This painting was created by the court painter Willow Brynet in the Kingdom of Rikaner in the year 3663 of the Fourteenth Elven Calendar, which is also the year 663 of the Saint Laurent Calendar. Painting on the Bauhinia Mountain.”
When Annan came to the second floor of the hall from the bedroom, Yi Ruilanze was admiring the huge oil painting on the wall.
This elf is no longer as sloppy as yesterday. She was wearing a moon-white robe, and her long dark cyan hair was fluffy and entangled with a green branch.
The craze of yesterday also disappeared. Although her hair is not braided into thin braids and hung with sparkling objects like other elves. But this kind of casualness makes her like an intellectual elf scholar.
And this elf mentor expanded Annan's knowledge: elves also have dark circles under their eyes.
Irilanze and Della are not the same. Although the dark circles under her eyes ruined part of her temperament, her beauty made people appreciate her, and Dela's beauty made people want to touch her.
Annan, without any artistic germs, walked up the steps to the living room and asked, "Have you been to the Royal Capital?"
"Ken and I were painting this painting when Willow Brainett painted it. Princess Ni is right next to her.”
Okay, this is the Immortal Seed. Just as the warlock wrote in his handbook: To them, the magnificent, tortuous life of human beings is like a naughty child who runs out in the morning and comes back as a hobbling old man on crutches in the evening.
The pain of being unable to resist the passage of time is indeed depressing. Annan is okay, he is still young, even young. Moreover, the warlock's handbook says that as long as most warlocks don't look for excitement, such as riding a resistant female dragon, and live peacefully until death, their lifespan can be considered half of an immortal species.
"Boy, are you ready?"
"If we are just going to the theater."
"Of course not. After we come out of the theater, we can go to the Elf Garden first , it is said that the mother tree of the Flower Garden was once a leaf of the World Tree. We can hold the wedding under the witness of the branches of the World Tree. It doesn't matter if it is not. I can also take you back to the Moon Elf's residence. The Elf Elders can witness our wedding on behalf of the World Tree. Love. I will ask my alchemist friend to prepare some potions, and then continue to be intimate for three months, which should allow you to obtain part of the blood of the elves..."
Annan's smile followed Irilanze's The chatter grew stiff.
What preparation is she talking about...?
"Dela..."
Annan whispered for help, but Dela had no intention of contacting her own race and did not appear.
"We are not familiar enough..." Annan blinked.
That cute look made Yi Ruilanze unable to restrain his desire to hold Annan in his arms and rub him. His expression and tone gradually became urgent: "It doesn't matter. We have enough time to get acquainted with each other for three months. Time will make you——"
"I can't accompany you to those places..." Annan could only tell Yi Ruilanze directly, "It's not safe around me, and those attackers may appear at any time."
"Assailants?"
"It seems that our elf mentor doesn't know my identity yet..."
"You said 'we', right?..." Irilanze's eyes almost melted: "You Do you like boys or girls?”
Annan wanted to say that he didn’t mean it, but his thirst for knowledge prevailed: “Can humans and elves have children?”
"As long as you get the blessing of the Elf Tree... don't worry, dear, I will let the Moon Elf tribe accept you."
No more worrying about money, no need to worry about lifespan, a mage tower instructor and an Elf tribe Being a back-up sounds pretty good...
"Thank you...No, I mean, the lifespan of elves is still very long, right? You don't have to rush, we still have a long time." Annan just wanted to say First deal with the enthusiasm of the past elf mentor.
"Are you willing to get engaged to me? I..." Yi Ruilanze covered her lips speechlessly, tears welling up in her eyes, "I love you too..."
Annan looked at him in confusion. To the head maid and Abby standing nearby: "Did I say I love you?"
"Said." Abby replied.
"When."
"Now."
Confirming that nothing was said to cause misunderstanding, Annan said euphemistically: "I have more love than marriage now..." More important things-"
"Nothing is more important than love!" Annan was interrupted again, and he had to say deliberately and seriously: "Sorry, I can only go to the theater with you if you do. If you don’t agree, I won’t go out.”
“Oh, he’s so cute even when he’s angry, okay, I’ll just go to the theater today.”
“Really?”
“If you don’t want to go anywhere else.”
Annan finally breathed a sigh of relief.
While being courted by a beautiful and noble elf brings both vanity and satisfaction, Irilanze's passion nearly melts him. Moreover, Annan could only reach her chest due to the tallness inherited from the elf.
Thinking this way, it would be better for Della...
Then after thinking this way and getting on the carriage, Yi Ruilanze stared at Annan with twinkling eyes: "What kind of girl do you like? "
"About the same as me..."
Annan was just perfunctory, but then Yililanze began to become shorter, the fitted moonlight robe became floor-length, and the dark circles under his eyes disappeared. Her cheeks gained baby fat and she turned into a girl about the same age as Annan.
"How about this?" Yi Ruilanze blinked her long eyelashes.
"It's very beautiful, that's good."
Annan fell into those eyes filled with stars, almost unable to climb out, and stopped Irilanze from continuing, lest the female elf in front of him After a certain transformation, Annan's desire to explore this beautiful world was really overshadowed.
When I arrived at the theater, the theater owner did not appear, and the stage was no longer boring dance, but a stage play.
Annan looked at the actors thoughtfully.
"You like it very much?"
"I'm okay..." Annan asked Yi Ruilanze in a low voice: "What do you think of the story?"
""The Poetry of Lazy Dale" "? Whatever you listen to every few years will become boring after hundreds of years..." Yi Rulanze is quite knowledgeable.
Annan, who knew the name of the stage play, remembered that Michael seemed to have mentioned that he liked "The Poems of Lazy Dale" very much.
"That boss called you the King of the North? Which family are you from? The Morim family? The Alfaro family? The Lawrencet family..."
"Reeves."
"That fire dragon family?" Yi Ruilanze looked at Annan's messy black hair infatuatedly, wanting to eat it one by one: "The black hair... is indeed very... Like that little Peter.”
“Little Peter?”
“Petria, your second head of the family, was only this tall when I saw him—” Irilanze looked at his chest, and the outline of the mage's robe made Annan look away.
The stage play ended, Annan and Yi Ruilanze came to the square outside the theater.
Irilanze secretly ignored Annan and quietly reached for the hand in the mage's robe——
Two patrolling female elves wearing leather armor stopped Annan and interrupted Irilanze.
"We received a report that you were plotting against minors." The female elf said coldly.
Annan explained in confusion: "She is an adult."
"I know."
The female elf wrapped a vine around Irilanze's wrist and gently reminded Annan:
"Boys must protect themselves."
(End of this chapter)