The People Walking in Dungeons are surely not Normal

"You said I know Elf language?" The fairy patriarch snorted, showing a disdainful sneer: "It's not just me, everyone here understands Elf language."

"Oh?" I pretended not to notice her sarcasm: "So, the elves in the past are still very generous, and even the words between the royal families are only willing to spare no effort to teach all the elves."

"Young people must be honest, don't try to follow the old man's words" The fairy patriarch saw my intention at a glance: "I want to tell you, even if you don't, I will tell you, I don't want to say, Even if you do it, you won’t reveal a few words to you, understand?"

The intention was exposed on the spot, and I had to nod honestly.

The fairy patriarch took a sip of tea and said, "Do you really want to know why I am so disdainful when it comes to elves."

I nodded: "Yes."

"Elf text, it is not originally a text belonging to elves."

"Huh?" I was confused by the fairy patriarch's words: "Elf text is not an elf text, so why should it be called Elf text?"

"Because they are a group of thieves who like to take good things as their own, and after a little modification, they are said to be their own original plagiarism."

"Uh, although I know that the elves have caused harm to your old man, I still have to say that what your old man said just now was a bit extreme..."

"Extreme?" The fairy patriarch interrupted me, sneered, and said: "If you can understand this history, you won't feel extreme."

"Listen well."

"Moonlight City is the kingdom that originally belonged to our fairy clan. We are here to build a home, understand nature, create art, and create words." The patriarch of the fairy gaze crossed me and looked behind me. There, there was a mouth full of fruit juice. Little Lolita, Remy.

"Hundreds of years later, a group of humans who looked quite similar to ours, but flightless, landed in Moonlight City in dilapidated boats. They were the ancestors of the elves."

"When our ancestors first saw the elves, they felt like a group of undeveloped savages, wearing clothes made of coarse cloth, carrying weapons made of bronze, wearing ornaments with very simple polished methods, and speaking the common language of the mainland. At that time, the common language of the Japanese style mainland was still very simple. It was not as complicated as it is now, and it did not express as many meanings as it is now. Our ancestors took them in and taught them the fairy characters we created. I have to say that they are more drifting than many. The other humans who came here were much smarter. After a few years, they mastered our writing and made some changes appropriately. This is the later elven writing."

"It turns out that the elves came from this way" I nodded thoughtfully, "It's really no different from plagiarism."

"So, when you talk about their generous teaching of our fairy literature, the reason I would ridicule." The fairy patriarch spread out the letter paper, spread it on the table, and sneered: "I didn't expect that the writing of our fairy clan would become The special script of the Elf Royal Family."

"No way." I spread my hands and followed her and said, "No matter which race there will be some shameless guys."

"Our fairies don’t have such a person." She raised her head and stared into my eyes: "We are generous, generous, and selfless, and unreservedly teach the acquired knowledge to the elves who desire to learn..."

"That's why you have fallen into such a field" sighed, and I said, "You are too kind and selfless. These two points are originally noble virtues, but they are not suitable for survival in the environment of the Hefeng Continent. Whether it's humans, orcs, goblins, dwarves, or elves, they have survived because of hypocrisy and shamelessness, but you, the noble ones, can only live in this place."

The fairy patriarch frowned. She stared at me earnestly, for a long time, and sighed: "You are right, you are right. If Remy is by your side, she will not be as simple, innocent, and innocent as by my side... .."

"Uh, let's not get involved with Remy, OK..."

"Listen to me." She raised her volume abruptly and frightened me. Then, she said again: "But I believe that Remy by your side will live better than Remy by my side. Long."

"why?"

"Because you are shameless" she smiled: "Very shameless."

"Can we still have a good chat?" I looked upset: "Will it be possible without personal attacks?"

"No, this is not mocking you, nor insulting you, I am complimenting you" she nodded slightly, and said: "As you said, our fairies are too simple and kind, which led to the land like this. If When a shameless person like you assisted the former king, perhaps we have already stood at the top of the many races in the Hefeng Continent and become their leader."

"You praised it, hehe" I smiled wryly: "However, this is the first time I have heard of someone like you."

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The fairy patriarch spread out the letter paper and read every word on it carefully. The more she read it, her expression became more solemn and her brows wrinkled more tightly. Finally, it became a twisted knot.

I guess that the content of the letter is mostly related to the goblin tribe, and it is likely to be a genocidal conspiracy, just like the terrorist act that forced the goblin to disappear many years ago.

Although I really wanted to ask her what was written in the letter, seeing her still looking carefully, and her expression became more solemn and gloomy, she dispelled this idea.

Turning her head, in the distance, Remy was eating with a small belly and was floating in the air playing with fairies her age.

The parents of those fairy clan children are gathering together, looking at the children playing with bliss. They don't know that at this moment, their patriarch's hands are trembling slightly, with an expression of anger about to break out.

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After a long while.

The fairy patriarch pushed the letter paper to my side and let out a heavy snort.

"Have you finished reading?" Taking the letter, I glanced at the incomprehensible content and said, "You seem to be very angry."

"It's very angry." The fairy patriarch's voice was somewhat suppressed, as if a huge rock was pressed on it, and there was not much noise.

"What's wrong?" I asked her, "What's written in the letter?"

"I wrote a lot, it is very useful information." The fairy patriarch floated over and stood beside me, pointing his finger at every word on the letter paper, explaining its pronunciation and content bit by bit.

She explained very slowly, carefully, and clearly.

Through her explanation, hidden conspiracies were unfolding before my eyes.

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