Dorian Ken hates it most when someone says his family has dwarven blood. But apart from their stature, he and his father had at least one thing in common with the dwarves: they didn't like elves.

Therefore, when it was discovered that the young master of the Singal family, whom he met for the first time, had an unusual fondness for elves, and strongly asked Dorian to take him to the "most elven places" in the city, it was difficult for the young man, who was not much taller than the dwarves but was just as strong, to hide his sullenness.

He deliberately took Ed to the only elven-owned inn in the city first—only elves, of course. Then the black-haired boy, who waited far outside the door and looked at him with satisfaction, was soon politely "invited" out.

Ed didn't look discouraged at all, his eyes sparkled with excitement: "There are so many elves! all of them are elves!" and Dorian looked left and right in embarrassment, pacing a little farther away, hoping that he didn't seem to know him at all.

It's so humiliating! Even the thickest-skinned girls in town don't have such obsessive expressions in broad daylight!

Ed rushed over and grabbed him by the shoulder: "Dorian, let's go to that elf's shop!

Dorian nodded in agreement, not intending to tell Ed that the shop wasn't actually owned by elves at all.

It is a small shop that claims to sell handicrafts "made by elves", and cunningly enlarges the word "elf" on the sign, which can attract customers without incurring the displeasure of the elves. In fact, it is true that elves occasionally visit here, because most of the goods in the store are actually made by dwarves, and even elves cannot resist the craftsmanship of dwarves.

Even this blatant scam didn't disappoint Ed Singer - he might have been slightly disappointed when he found out that the girl was actually human, but he quickly got into a lively conversation with the red-haired girl, who wasn't an elf but was pretty good-looking.

"There are a lot fewer elves in the city than there were when I was a kid," said Tess, the red-haired girl who wasn't much older than him, "and people say elves are leaving this world. ”

"Why? where are they going?" asked Ed anxiously.

"Who knows. Tess waved her hand indifferently. She was petite, with a nose slightly upturned on her pretty little face, lips that always seemed to be slightly pursed, and her eyes were bright amber.

"Even the dwarves are showing up less and less, and you don't know how hard it is to get your hands on these pretty little things. She pointed to a row of rings on the counter, "Why don't you buy one for your beloved girl?" ”

"There are many dwarves in Visa, and the northern mountains are their territory. Ed couldn't resist arguing for his hometown.

"That's not the same at all. In the north, the dwarves know that most of their knick-kdons are sold to humans, and here they have to deal with the most discerning elves, which will make them more energetic to bring out the best. Tess smiled, "Elves and dwarves, I gotta say, sometimes they're a perfect match. ”

Dorian let out a heavily nasal voice of disapproval, and even Ed shuddered at the strange image that appeared in his mind.

The brass bell rang crisply, and someone pushed the door in.

"Welcome. Tess straightened up.

Ed followed her gaze and glanced back. The woman who came in was slender, dressed in a long green dress, and her face was veiled to shield her face from the scorching summer sun.

"I guess you should be able to fix this?" said the woman, her voice a little lazy, and she didn't seem to care if it could really be fixed. She placed a small silver box on the counter.

Tess opened the box and let out a small exclamation. "It's beautiful!" she said, pulling out a small trinket from the box. It was a silver hairbrush, decorated with two simple, naturally stretched leaves, one of which had a lifelike dragonfly resting on it, several of its slender legs broken, one of its wings twisted, and only one dewdrop-like colorless gem on the leaf.

"I guess it's elven craft. Tess held her hair high to meet the light, half of the dragonfly's intact wings looked transparent, and Ed didn't know how metal could make such a texture.

"Can you tell the difference between elves and dwarves?" Ed couldn't help but ask.

"Dwarves like more regular shapes, and they will be more ornate, and they will add as many gems as possible, and elves prefer to use the original forms of plants and animals in nature. Tess explained a little smugly.

"It's really the elves who did it. The woman lifted her veil and revealed a face that was a little too pale against the backdrop of her thick black hair, "I won't be in Stonebugch for too long, if I can't fix it, forget it." ”

"Oh, of course we can fix it. "But it will take at least five days." ”

The woman nodded: "I'll pick it up in five days." ”

She grabbed the credentials that Tess had given her, and as she turned to leave, her eyes swept over Ed's chest, seemingly stunned.

She looked up at Ed's face.

Her eyes are dark green similar to those of a long dress, her red lips have a look that seems to be smiling, and her appearance is between dignified and gorgeous, which makes people a little unrecognizable of age.

"It's definitely elven craft. She tapped her finger to Ed's chest.

Ed lowered his head a little dazedly. He had a chain hanging from his chest, and the pendant was a silver coin from the ancient elven kingdom, which fell out of his collar at some point. It was given to him by Isis after their failed adventure, and it didn't seem to be of much value, and Ed accepted it unceremoniously.

"I guess you don't know what it's worth," the woman asked, tilting her head, which made her look like a curious little girl, "where did you get that?"

"A friend gave it to me. Ed said dumbfoundedly, "Is this worth a lot? I don't know!"

"It's not something money can buy, your friends must like you. The woman's eyes narrowed, "Where are you from? North? Your friend is an elf?"

"Visa...... Kriesburg. Ed replied, "Is...... No, although he looks like an elf, he is not. ”

"Oh......" the woman pondered, then patted Ed lightly on the chest, "If I were you, I wouldn't have hung this blatantly around my neck." She smiled, veiled, and turned away.

The shop was quiet for a while.

"Can I take a look at that?" asked Tess curiously.

Ed honestly took off the chain and handed it over, but was firmly grasped by Dorian's arm.

"We have to go back, Master Singel, it's getting dark, and Madame will be upset. Dorian was convinced that the less valuable the better.

"I'll come again!" Ed cried out, stumbling as Dorian dragged out.

Tates smiled and waved, narrowing her amber eyes slightly.

qidian.

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