Gooch probably knew he was joking a little too far, and he laughed wryly.

"Who is this little girl? What a lovely, I have lived so long, and I have never seen such a lovely child except Miss Nariman. The interjection was made by an old man with gray eyebrows and a slender figure, who, though he had only come to the tavern to drink, had his hair and clothes neatly groomed and meticulous, making one wonder if he was going to attend some dinner party afterwards.

"Uncle, it's none of your business. Gucci spoke in a bad tone.

"Oh, I'm sorry. The old man answered, with a complicated expression of nostalgia mixed with sadness on his face, and said to himself: "This child reminds me of Miss, she was also such a beautiful child who would make people stunned at that time, but unfortunately later"

The old man shook his head, and took a sip of the ale in the cup with a very elegant posture before continuing: "No matter what your relationship is with this child, but please protect her, such a beautiful child is a treasure given to us by God, and it was originally meant to be cherished, but unfortunately there are always some despicable and greedy people in this world, who covet all the good things, and try to take all the good things for themselves, and what is even more terrible is that it is often such people who have power and power that ordinary people cannot disobey at all." ”

"It is very good that you have taken this little girl into account by putting a cloak on her, but if you expose this young lady's face to the amazed eyes of the public for joking or for one reason or another, it is not a wise thing to do, as I said before, good things will always attract the covetousness of many people, you may think that you are magicians and have extraordinary powers, but what if the person who comes is a strong person whom you cannot deal with? What about even the Duke and Earl, who can directly overwhelm you with power?"

Speaking of the back, the old man's expression was already quite strict, and this attitude was no longer like some casual chatter, but completely solemn exhortation and conversation.

Larry: They had been piqued by the old man's words.

"What are you talking about Miss Nariman? Larry asked.

The old man's eyes showed a sparkle of nostalgia, he took a sip of the ale in the cup and said slowly, "This is a long story."

A few decades ago, there was a wealthy family in Greystone Town who gave birth to a little girl, which should have been a very ordinary beginning of the story, if it developed according to the general story in the town, then the little girl would grow up slowly, and then meet her beloved to marry and give birth to a child, then it should be a well-maintained and well-lived aunt by now.

But the story didn't go the right way at the beginning, because the girl was so beautiful.

It's hard to imagine that such a beautiful girl would be born in such a small town that is only slightly famous for producing gray stone, her beauty does not belong to this mortal world, just like the elf transformed by the gentle and quiet Lyle River, so the people in the town secretly call her Lyle Elf.

As the girl grows up, her beauty grows day by day, just like the river Lyle, as it flows to the sea, because of the relationship between the more streams and the small river, the river becomes wider and more tranquil, and more beautiful.

Along with the girl's beauty, her fame grew.

At first, it was only the people of Greystone Town who knew the girl's good name, but soon the young people from the next town came to woo the girl, so that later, even people from neighboring provinces came all the way just to make the girl beautiful.

At first, the people of Greystone Town hoped that someone in the town would pick these delicate flowers, after all, people have a plot that fat water does not flow into the fields of outsiders.

But later, seeing that the girl's reputation spread more and more widely, and the influence became more and more great, the people of Graystone Town no longer had such expectations, because there was no young man in the town who could be worthy of such a girl.

People began to expect a handsome prince like in a storybook, or a heroic hero who won the hearts of girls and eventually became married.

It's a pity that reality is not always as beautiful as the story.

At the age of sixteen, the girl's fame finally alarmed the lord of the province of Enredo, the Count of Refas.

The Grand Earl casually made an excuse to inspect and brought someone to see the girl in person.

Then, without surprise, the Grand Count was completely captivated by the girl's beauty.

Legend has it that the eldest earl is usually a little afraid of his wife, but his desire for a girl makes him forget about it, and his wife's warnings and cries are completely ignored by him, and he is bent on getting the girl.

The girl then committed suicide.

She didn't want to.

For love, she has her own beautiful imagination, for dignity, she has the courage to defend with her life, and she is not willing to become a forbidden and plaything of an old man who is about to go to the ground with half a leg, even if the latter can give her more wealth and power.

She had no choice but to die.

This is the story of that girl, and this old man is the former housekeeper of the girl's family.

"It's a sad story. ”

The magicians, including Al, looked at the man who made the voice with some surprise, and it was Dolph, the most silent of the three, and Al had barely heard him say more than three words in all the time they had been together.

Gucci nodded in agreement: "It is indeed a sad enough story to make Dolph so moved to speak." ”

"Is there really such a beautiful girl?" Larry was a little drunk, shaking his head slightly with a look of longing.

"Idiot!" Gucci scolded unceremoniously, "Isn't there one here?"

Everyone's eyes were instantly focused on Al.

"And what happened after that?" asked Gucci with concern.

"After that?" the old man's cheeks twitched, it was a dissatisfaction and helplessness that could not be vented, and he smiled bitterly at the powerlessness of life: "What can I do after that?" Grand Count Refate ordered that this matter should not be talked about anymore, although people miss Miss Nelle like an elf very much, but time will eventually fade it, and now there are not many people who can remember this matter, even I have changed from the young man in the prime of life to the old man who is in his old age now. ”

"It's just that Miss is lonely after all," the old man tilted his head and took a long sip of wine, then fell on the table, and something seemed to slide down from the corner of his eye.

The magicians watched in silence, feeling a little uncomfortable.