Kelly flipped to the next page, and it looked like Mr. Principal's handwriting was quite messy.

"It's not a wish elf, it's a devil!

When I reopened the book, the first thing it wrote on the paper was:

'I didn't expect you to come back so early. ’

It seemed to have guessed that I would be going back soon, which was certainly not something to be surprised about, it was a wish elf. I was so excited that I didn't know what it was going to say.

I began by thanking him very warmly for his help and wonderful wishes.

Tanvisji said very politely that it was just a gesture.

When I heard it, I looked forward to the answer to the question even more.

'Is there anything I need to give if I want to make a new wish come true?'

Tanvisji showed a slight embarrassment:

"Actually, I want to make your wish come true, but I can't pay you anything without getting anything in return, it's the rule of our elves, and I've crossed the line before......

I'll just say:

Of course, I'll pay. ’

Tanvisgi stirred the ink on the page, and the beautifully handwritten English words formed sentences, revealing its cruelty for the first time:

'The reward for the fulfillment of the wishes of our race is not up to me, but to providence. ’

It stirs the ink again and rearranges the letters:

The price will be your tongue, and the reward will be dozens of times greater than your original desire. ’

As if to see my shock, Tanvisji added another sentence at the bottom.

The second wish is not necessary, you can think about it. ’

My tongue, this thing wants my tongue.

Kind nature elves.

If I lose my tongue, I'll only be able to make a sound like hum and ah, and I will never be able to communicate with people again.

I knew I wasn't crazy, so I left there, but I vaguely felt that the stickman's eyes made of small black dots hid some kind of special expectation.

I said goodbye to Tanvisji and lived happily ever after.

Of course it couldn't be, or I should have told it to my children in my old age, but now I have to write it down.

I went back to school and enjoyed the convenience of being the principal, but I was too happy too soon.

I also have to bear the trouble it brings.

I don't have the abilities of the previous principal, that's an obvious fact.

Maybe I can teach, and even academically be no worse than some corrupt professors, but I'm definitely not a good leader.

Countless questions swirled over me, I couldn't make the choices that my previous principal would, I made mistakes, I lost a lot of money, but what really mattered was the weakening of my prestige.

But that's not the worst problem.

I was too indulged in the dean's boasting to notice that he had discovered my ignorance and incompetence.

He was a smart man, and although he was not good at teaching and did not understand chemistry, he was well versed in political maneuvers.

In the course of my dealings with Mr. Dickinson, a well-known businessman, I made a mistake.

I listened to the dean's advice.

Then things got worse and worse, and the mayor came to me, and many people came to question and remind me of who I was angry with.

The leader of a business empire, the mad businessman Dickinson, before this, I, as a small person, had no idea what the name meant.

It's possible that he's completely indifferent to the chirping of my offending bugs, or he'll find a way to stumble me and make me lose my current position, or more likely, he'll send two killers and take my fragile life.

I panicked, especially after learning what he had done, I couldn't sleep peacefully, and the shadow of death haunted me in my dreams.

I knew I had only one way to calm my fears.

But I didn't go to the Wish Elf in the first place.

Because I'm already a little suspicious of its identity at the moment, it seems to me that the demon is more likely to make this strange "deal".

No matter how beautiful words it uses, it can't change the dark facts, it won't give people a wish at all, how can there be a price for wishing?

I call it a transaction.

But it does have magical powers, and it can get me out of trouble, but I have a problem.

It had previously said I should have gone later.

Is it because it has long known that my wishes are beyond my control, that I will encounter many difficulties, and then I come back to it and ask for its help again, and then I will be like a flying insect that has fallen into a spider's web, and will never be able to break free from its grasp?

Forgive me for the malicious speculation about this benefactor, but I didn't think much about it at first, and I wrote it because I wanted you, the person reading this story, to know something.

Tanvis is not a wish elf, and it is not worthy of your trust.

I'm just hesitating, hesitating in my tongue and my status, and if I give up who I am, I'll still be able to live a very generous life.

I made a decision, and until the time I wrote this, I still didn't know if I was doing the right thing. ”

Kelly took two steps back, making sure that Rawthroton and Richard didn't see the diary.

Was the third transcendent creature she encountered actually in a diary description?

"I've tried, I've tried to give up everything, but I can't stand it, if a man was once a king, it's torture to make him a minister.

I couldn't stand the torture, so I gave my tongue to Tanvisgi.

Then I heard the first words it spoke, the voice that was as sharp as a naughty child:

'What do you want?'

I'm not going to tell you, you who read, because it's so good, I can't trust you to suppress your greed.

All in all, I regained my dreams and status.

And Tanvisgi, it also has a voice. ”

Again, the page came to an abrupt end.

And Kelly suddenly thought of something.

A man without a tongue.

A long-haired beast without a tongue.

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