At night.

In a restaurant made up of plants, from the house to the utensils and even the light source on the head.

Unlike modern industrial manufacturing, the elves of this world use magic, so there is no trace of artificially carved things in this place, as if it has grown like this, and it has a comforting beauty.

And thanks to the elves' innate pursuit of the beauty of things.

Their dishes also have a beautiful look to them, and for this reason, they even use a lot of magic when cooking.

It can be said that glowing cooking is a basic operation for them.

'Magic! They added magic!'

If this thing is a delicacy, it should be accompanied by such a commentary.

But this is obviously not the case, so Olga just glanced at it, and accepted the bells and whistles very calmly.

Picking up a piece of fruit that he didn't know what to call it, Olga chewed it a few times and found that it tasted so good that even his demonic taste buds could accept it.

Although he can actually eat even stones and dirt.

But this stuff tastes better.

In his opinion, eating soil is really a younger brother's behavior.

There is such a group of monsters in the bottomless abyss, which are more than starving ghosts, and every place they go to is not only alive creatures to eat, but also earth and water have to be eaten by others, and even the scum is not left for others.

It can be said that only the kind of place that the bottomless abyss can afford to raise those big stomachs.

But even so, they are perennially ranked among the least popular in the bottomless abyss!

Usually in the other world where they are, everyone teams up to kick them out first, after all, a guy like you who can eat has been mixed in, so what else does Lao Tzu eat?

The female elf sitting opposite looked at him with a slightly moved look, and said with a smile, "Is it delicious?"

"It's really good. ”

Orga didn't deny it, nodded and replied.

Shaking the dark blue juice in her hand, she looked at Olga's face and asked, "Do you plan to live in this city for a long time in the future?"

She didn't know why she was asking such a question.

The biggest possibility may be that because of a period of getting along, I am a little tempted by Olga and a little reluctant.

After all, Olga is indeed very much in line with her view of mate selection.

If it weren't for the occasional inexplicable feeling of danger, she might have been very excited.

After all, he is strong, handsome and golden, and has a very good temper, and he is indeed a rare golden beetle son-in-law.

After thinking about it for a moment, Olga replied uncertainly, "It will probably be a month to stay." ”

In order to develop various new diseases for the races of this world, he still needs to squat for a while to collect information, so during this time, he should not change his base.

After listening to his words, I don't know how he was thinking about how to harm the female elf of the whole world, nodded calmly, and asked another question that she was very curious about; "Anyway, have you always been so heartless?

Faced with this question, Olga hesitated for a moment before replying, "My character should have always been like this?"

As for not caring about anything, it's a bit exaggerated, but there are fewer things you care about, in other words, it's too selfish. ”

After listening to it and thinking about it slightly, she covered her mouth and laughed softly:

"Too selfish?

I've really rarely heard anyone say that about themselves.

However, because you are too selfish, do you only care about the important things and don't care about the things you don't care about?

It feels like that's a good way to describe you. ”

In this regard, Olga could only shrug his shoulders helplessly, and did not deny anything.

After all, as an honest and reliable demon, he usually doesn't bother to deny the facts.

Even if someone comes up to him and asks him if he is an intruder, as long as he is ready to answer, then there is a considerable probability that he will tell the truth.

It's just that no one has come to question him from beginning to end.

Then, in a harmonious atmosphere, the other party and Olga talked a lot more about things, and from time to time they would let out some laughter, obviously very happy.

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The next day, the venue of the Chamber of Commerce dinner.

In order to save some face for his master, Orga put on a formal suit, while one of his arms was being held by a female elf in a long dress.

Although both were richly dressed and had impeccable appearances, when standing together, Organa's eye-catching temperament made everyone instantly understand who was the one in charge of them.

As soon as he got out of the carriage, an attendant respectfully surrounded him and said, "My lord, please give me your invitation, and I will take you to your seat." ”

Orga didn't care about it either.

With a wave of his hand, a beautiful invitation card inlaid with small gems was handed to the other party.

Looking at the style of the invitation in his hand and the seat number marked on it, the waiter's pupils shrank slightly, and his already very respectful attitude immediately became more respectful.

Although he can't afford to mess with any of the guests at this dinner, he also knows that these guests are scored in a variety of ways, and the best way to judge the identity of the other party is to look at the style of the invitation and the seat number.

The one in his hand belonged to the most advanced kind, and among the hundreds of guests at the entire dinner, there were only about ten at most.

It can be said that a distinguished guest of this level can decide in one sentence whether he will live and work in peace and contentment, or rush to the front line tomorrow.

He can't afford not to be careful.

It's like an ant facing a giant, even if you know that the other party is probably too lazy to pay attention to yourself, you will still be a little worried about being stepped on by the other party inadvertently.

For his reaction, not to mention Olga, even the female elf was clear, but neither cared about anything.

As a 'demigod' and a legend.

They have long been accustomed to this kind of thing, and they have no idea of paying attention to it at all.

Directly under the curious eyes of the other visitors around him, he walked into the hall with a calm face.

After entering, before the two of them could look around, a sturdy old man surrounded him and greeted him with a warm face: "Mr. Olga, Miss Goraner, the old man and you have not seen each other for many days. ”

To this, the two of them also responded politely.

The identity of this old man is the vice president of the largest chamber of commerce in Mi characteristics.

As a legend, Golan has lived here for many years, and it is normal for him to know him.

Olga would know him because he had bought and sold a lot of things with him, and he was one of the few big customers on the other side.

Don't talk about it, never talk nonsense when you make a deal, it's all a fixed price.

And the strength is conservatively estimated to be demigods, and the things bought and sold are all kinds of precious materials, and the profit margin is huge.

This kind of customer can be called the type of one person who feeds a store, and the old man can't help it.