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"How can there be such a lovely girl as Ate in the world..."
Looking at the unspoken words at the end of the letter, Latis couldn't help but recall the half-elf's expressive eyes. He sighed happily, raised the leaf again, and examined its stem.
"I heard that elves carry letters from friends and lovers inside their bodies... How do they do that?"
He scratched his head, pondered the several holes in his body, and couldn't help but shiver.
"No, that shouldn't be!" He gestured to his ear, then to his nostrils, and shook his head both times. Finally, he took a deep breath and pulled down his pants.
"Big brother, I've finished tidying up the vegetation the mage gave us, let's go to the association..."
As Ateliers pushed open the door and entered, she saw Latis gesturing with a leaf in front of Brother Niu, and her mind went blank for a moment.
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"In ancient times, dwarves forged divine ox swords; now, a certain Ya carries the Demon Tree Tomb on his shoulder."
Yashutia carried a large tree, more than ten meters long and half a meter wide, and paraded through the city from the outer city of Lundia toward her own mage.
After several days of intense and adventurous fighting, she fought bravely and returned unscathed.
As an alchemist, she was somewhat skeptical of such fantastical things as dimensional rifts, so she wandered around in the wild for a long time and found a suitable tree species to refine into the "Demon Tree Tomb".
This thing is used by necromancers or liches as a coffin to sleep in. It has a strong ability to isolate the necromantic magic inside. That's why Yashutia dared to confidently carry a bunch of necromancy materials into Lundia, which is full of magic nets.
Of course, the Lich's Box has been entrusted to Latis for safekeeping, and she is no longer afraid of death.
"However, my lich and necromancer levels have increased rapidly since this trip. I wonder if the elven leader will sense my death aura..."
Yashutia sighed softly. She had made up her mind that if she became too disliked in the mage territory in the future, she might as well become a sharp knife for Latis. After all, she had lived the life of a fugitive before.
Anyway, let's go show the materials and what we found along the way to our older brother first. Hey, I wonder what he's up to right now.
A carefree smile appeared on her face as she carried the huge log and started running.
Chapter 298 I can do anything
"...In short, it's better not to just insert this into your body."
Artemis held the leaf used as stationery, unconsciously rubbing the twig of the spinning leaf between her fingertips, and calmly said:
"If you like it, I can do it for you..."
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Latis's eyes widened, and for a moment he felt speechless. He looked at Atelier's slightly reddened ear tips, squinted and stared at her for a long time.
"What, what are you doing..."
The half-elf finally couldn't hold back any longer and lowered his head, whispering:
Is it strange to say that?
"That's strange! You can't become so cunning, little elf!" Latis slapped her face and sighed.
"I got it..."
Artemis coughed lightly. Although she found the eager feeling coming from her consciousness link with Latis strange, she was indeed a little guilty about her bold statement. So she patted her cheeks, shook her head, and said:
"Big brother, it's like this..."
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After a brief explanation, Latis finally understood that the elves did indeed carry important letters with them, but they had a fourth-circle racial spell called "Herold's Lifespace." This spell allowed them to carry plants in a warp, and the elves' own life force could be used to maintain the plants' vitality.
"Then I won't be able to carry your letter with me like you elves do?"
Latis stroked the leaf in disappointment and sighed.
“Hmm…we can give it a try!” Artemis pondered for a moment and said, “Big brother, you have my blessing in your soul, so you might be able to use our racial magic…I’ll help you try it when you reach the fourth ring! Until then, let’s keep it in my room and nurture it with magic!”
"Okay, then it shouldn't take long."
Latis nodded and said with a smile:
"Then I'll go with you to the Mage Association; we still need to discuss your quest rewards!"
“Okay~” Artemis nodded obediently, picked up Latis’s robe from the back of the chair, and gently put it on him.
"...Huh? What's this?"
Halfway through dressing, the half-elf was about to smooth out the wrinkles on Latis's clothes when he suddenly touched Latis's pocket with a puzzled look and pulled out a piece of black cloth.
"Hiss..." Latis gasped, and under the curious gaze of the half-elf, he shakily took back the black cloth, swallowed hard, and honestly said:
"It's... Serfa's hot pants..."
The half-elf raised an eyebrow, glanced at Latis's guilty expression, crossed her arms, snorted coldly, and said:
"You stinky big brother, you're bullying an idiot too!"
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"This feels so weird..."
Wearing the deep red dress that Frico had given her, Serfael flapped her dragon wings and flew barefoot along the path.
Her long dress was cinched at the waist with a very stylish leather belt, and the collar was slightly high-necked. The skirt was made with multiple overlapping layers, so even if Serfal flew straight up and down, she wouldn't be exposed. The various stitched pleats at the joints were also suitable for her to make wide and sweeping combat movements.
The long dress that Frico chose was indeed very suitable for Serfal; even a fool like the red dragon looked quite handsome in it.
However, Serfal, who was holding up his skirt and counting how many layers there were, clearly didn't understand what it meant to be cool.
"Hey, Serfal! You look so handsome today!"
The familiar call brought Serfal back to her senses. She spun around twice in the air, then looked at a ten-meter-long tree moving in the distance, scratched her head, and asked:
"Kurosawa?"
"Just call her Yashutia!"
Yashutia poked her head out from under the tree, gave a loud shout, and lifted the tree to prop it up on a nearby hill. Then she clapped her hands, gave a big smile, and said:
"Selfal, it's been a week. How have you been?"
Serfar flapped his dragon wings and landed in front of Yashutia. A hint of hesitation flashed across his face. He paused for a moment and asked uncertainly:
"Has it been a week since we last met?..."
"Hey, you're so cold-hearted!" Yashutia shook Serfar's shoulder angrily and complained loudly.
"Isn't there even the slightest bit of friendship between us?!"
Serfael opened her mouth, about to say no, but seeing the threatening look in Yashutia's expression, she politely withdrew the words that were about to come out and instead breathed a dragon's breath onto the ground.
"Don't breathe fire everywhere!" Yashutia released Serfar's shoulder, quickly ran to the side to extinguish the dragon's breath, then sighed helplessly and said:
"Alright, I'll make you something next time, consider it as officially establishing our friendship. You can come to my workshop to play when you have time, and you can even go to sleep when you're tired."
She knew in her heart that although she and the red dragon got along well in terms of personality, she usually worked in the workshop doing alchemy while Serfal slept on the roof, so they didn't actually communicate much and weren't very familiar with each other yet, which was normal.
“Oh!” Serfar nodded. Common sense told her she should reciprocate Yashutia’s hospitality, so she thought for a moment and said:
"You can also come to the dragon's den that Serfal just opened up, but Serfal hasn't found anything suitable to use as a bed yet, so you'll have to wait until later."
"A dragon's lair? A bed?" Yashutia's spirits lifted. While it wouldn't be appropriate for her to directly ask Serfar for materials from the dragon, collecting scales from its lair was still an option. So she quickly asked:
"What do dragons use as beds? I'll help you find out!"
"There doesn't seem to be any particular rule about it..."
Serfar scratched his head, recalling the treasure left behind after killing numerous inexplicable dragon slayers, and said:
"Generally speaking, dragons traditionally receive gold or silver coins, or magical equipment and items... although Serfal prefers to sleep on a more comfortable soft bed."
Upon hearing the mention of gold and silver coins, Yashutia's face immediately fell. She needed to use the money she earned to fill her own savings to support Latis in the future. However, upon hearing the second half of the sentence, her eyes lit up again, and she forcefully slapped Serfa's shoulder, exclaiming:
"That's great! I have tons of alchemical waste... uh, magical equipment! You can have it all!"
"Huh?" Serfar's eyes widened, and he instinctively flashed a grin, saying, "Thank you, Yashutia!"
"It's alright, it's alright." Yashutia patted her chest generously. Looking at Serfael's smile, she suddenly remembered that she still needed to find Latis, so she quickly asked:
"By the way, Serfar, have you seen your older brother? Is he home right now?"
“I don’t know.” Serfar shook his head and said, “After Little Ra bit me yesterday, Serfar took a long nap.”
“…Bite?” Yashutia’s smile froze instantly. She took a step back, a look of seriousness appearing on her face. She couldn’t help but widen her eyes and turn to look at the mage tower, muttering softly:
"No way, could it be that I, Ya, have completely fallen behind in the progress?!"
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"Your Excellency Herod, Your Excellency Latis, this way please."
Miss Aibo, the receptionist from the Mage Association, with a secretly amused smile, teleported the two of them into a reception room.
Looking at the interior of the almost spherical room, Latis looked around with slight curiosity, guessing that this was one of the ears of the "Mage's Wonderland".
“Arte, you see, the Mage Association, as a place where magical abilities are gathered, doesn’t actually look that magical.”
Latis and Ateliers sat side by side at a square table covered with a table runner, whispering to each other:
"In other mage towers in Lundia, you can see many exposed magic arrays to form the various magical functions of the mage tower, but the interior of the Mage Association looks like an ordinary house."
“A very luxurious house,” Ateliers corrected, whispering in Latis’s ear as well.
"Based on my appraisal skills, the interior decorations here are actually all sorts of magical artifacts, their functions interconnected, reflecting a huge linked system... Such a powerful level of craftsmanship, I wonder if it's the work of the Bogu Academy or alchemy..."
"Damn... is there any furniture worth noting? You've made me want to pick up a couple of pieces."
"If you want it, I can secretly bring it for you..."
“I’m just kidding. Lady Oriana has a bit of a temper. I’m afraid she’ll find out and turn me into shredded beef.”
"Huh? Why is it beef?"
"...Oh right, why beef? That's not important. Arte, see if there's anything we can learn from this recipe so our family can make it like this in the future."
"Okay, let me see..."