The People Walking in Dungeons are surely not Normal

"This is a letter of instruction. These densely packed elves are all commands and deployments that I want to convey."

The fairy patriarch smiled slightly: "You are lucky, and Remy is also very lucky. Most of the instructions in these deployments are related to the two of you."

"It has something to do with the two of us?" I was stunned: "Could it be that you want to force me to tell the location here or kidnap Remy, and lead you to show up?"

"You are only partly right." She pointed to the first paragraph and read: "Quickly find out the identity and ethnicity of the members of the foreign human race team, try to gain their trust, and figure out their real intention to settle in Moonlight City. ."

"If their intentions hinder the plan, figure out the fastest way to expel them from here, if they refuse to submit, send an assassination team to bury them all in the forest of the spirits, and turn them into the nutrients of the great forest like me; if their The intention is not contrary to our plan. Try to win if you can. If you can't win, don't make enemies. Although the humans, orcs, goblins, and half goblins are low and inferior things, they should not be underestimated. The strength and role of

"Things of inferiority..." I was a bit speechless for this word. How narcissistic is it to say such a thing?

The fairy patriarch chuckled: "Don't worry about this. The elves who expelled and killed us were called nobles. They even forgot that thousands of years ago, when their ancestors first landed in Moonlight City, they lived a life of slash and burn like wild people. ."

With a finger move, she switched to the next paragraph, and she continued to translate: "I have read what you reported to me before. The little girl named Remy should be the last royal descendant of the fairy clan. Don’t move her. She makes a good relationship, gets close to her, pleases her, pleases her, and lets her trust you to the greatest extent."

"I regret that I was too excited when slaughtering the fairy royal family. Except for the old immortal who escaped, there was no other alive. This humble but very interesting race has always been a plaything I want to acquire. If I can get more such pets when the plan is successful in the future, I will be very happy."

"Pet..." Fuck, what kind of character is this fairy! Why do I feel this guy is so perverted?

When the fairy patriarch was translating here, his fingers couldn't help but tremble. I could feel her aura exploded in an instant, and at the same time converged back.

The aura was quite terrifying, and it was no different from Emily.

After a while, she sighed, moved her finger to the next paragraph, and continued to translate: "As for my three silly sisters, I allow her to pressure Anasta again and force her to become my puppet, telling clearly She, all this is to reproduce the great and noble glory of the elves!"

"My second sister, Analita, if she had not been so aggressive against my plan at the beginning, she would definitely not fall into the same fate as she is now. Since she has been taken in by the human race, she will also be regarded as a companion of the human race. Just deal with it. Don't do things like assassinations for the time being. My poor grandma's old lover is not so easy to deal with."

"As for the third sister Analetta, she is still useful. Whether she can convince her stubborn master to come to us, she plays a very crucial role."

"The task will be arranged temporarily. You must do it well and be perfect, so as not to stain the glory of the great elves."

The letter ends here.

The amount of content in the back far exceeds everything before.

And what shocked me most was two things: First, the Elf Queen actually had an older brother; second, this older brother turned out to be the culprit who caused the head trauma of Princess Analita!

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The fairy patriarch turned over the letter paper and said, "After listening to this, what do you think?"

I held the table with my elbows, supported my chin, and frowned: "There are such narcissistic guys in the world who treat other races as humble existences or pets. This kind of man... .Is there a brain disease?"

"I don't deny what you said," she chuckled, "I think he was also a cute baby, but since he broke the neck of a bird when he was four years old, I think this boy, In the future, there will be cholera elves, but I didn’t expect that he would do it so early and so suddenly."

"Is he the brother of the Elf Queen? The one who wrote the letter?"

"Who else is there besides him" the fairy patriarch said lightly: "I thought he was dead, but I didn't expect to be alive, and in a dark place, controlling everything that the elves have."

"This awesome brother of the Elf Queen, what's his name?" I asked casually.

"Akahavi" said the goblin patriarch: "It means glory in the elves."

"It's really glorious," I sighed: "All glories have become severe narcissism."

"By the way, Grandma Patriarch, let me ask you something."

"Hehe" the fairy patriarch smiled slightly: "When did the name change? Are all the patriarch grandma?"

"Hey" I scratched my head: "Isn't this a respectful name for closeness, while expressing closeness to you, while respecting you, you say yes~~~"

"Let's talk if you have anything." She seems to be very useful to the title of'Patriarch Granny', and her attitude towards speaking is much older than before.

"Ah, the elf princess who came before, yes, it is Analita, do you remember?" I said: "Her injuries are basically healed, but she will have nightmares. She will do it every day and only do Once, Grandpa Taylor said that this may be cursed, and that the source of the curse must be found. This time, I happened to consult your opinion."

"That's it." She nodded, thought for a moment, and said: "It's right to ask me. Your grandpa Taylor knows only a little bit about curse magic, and you don't know much about curse magic as your patriarch grandmother. It's not a boastful thing. Looking at Hefeng Continent’s research, there are really few who know more than your patriarch’s grandmother."

"Yes, yes" I nodded and said in kindness: "What you said is that my grandfather Taylor is very handy for healing, but in terms of curses, it is nowhere near as good as the patriarch, grandma, your old man. So, let me just say it. That is to have eyes and no beads. Originally it was a match made in heaven with your old man, but he was disturbed by himself. Oh, no wonder his old man is still a single old virgin now. It is probably because of this matter that I regret it now."

"Furthermore, grandma the patriarch, think about it, how old is Grandpa Taylor, and he drinks constantly every day. This is not necessarily a habit. Maybe it’s regretting for the youth that has passed away. Most of it is about peace. It has nothing to do with your tie!"

"Do you think it is, grandma the patriarch."

"Eh? Patriarch grandma? Patriarch grandma! Why are you blushing, isn't it a fever?!"

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