The three-tailed griffin flag, a symbol of the land of mountains, flutters in the wind on the high ground.

"Hello, friends from afar, may the winds of the mountains bless you." Standing under the fluttering banner was a tall man in military uniform, with blond hair and blue eyes, judging from the appearance alone, the square face and burly figure were quite decent, not like a scheming person, "Below is the commander of the Seventh Corps of the Third Legion of the Kingdom, Sbia, who is ordered to welcome you here—please enter." ”

"No need." The representative of the elves is Isdamel, as an elven swordsman who has wandered in the human world, he has long passed the age of looking at faces, and he will not be lax at all because of the other party's upright and resolute appearance, "I'm sorry, Captain Sbia, we haven't been notified accordingly - someone will be here to greet us, so we can't trust you, please forgive me." ”

"That's the way it should be." The man who claimed to be the commander of the Seventh Corps was not too surprised by the Elven Swordsman's straightforward conversation, but just nodded in a wooden manner, "We can understand your caution, so we will keep a relatively safe distance from you - at this distance, we can not only take care of your mood, but also support you in time when the enemy launches a surprise attack." ”

"With all due respect," the other party's style of conversation made Isdamel frown slightly, but it was obvious that he cared more than that, but also ...... "the safe distance you are talking about...... How far exactly? ”

"About five hundred yards." Spiya replied.

- The yard is a popular unit of distance in the southern part of the continent, and the distance of five hundred yards may be slightly farther than the five hundred steps taken by an adult of medium height.

But obviously, it's not a safe distance for elves.

"I'm sorry," Ista Mer refused, "it's not a safe distance for us. ”

"Really? We understand your caution...... But this is already the longest distance we can support in time. The other party was not satisfied with his answer, but it was not to the point of unacceptability, "So what is the safe distance that you can accept, I want to hear your opinions." ”

"We ......," Isdamel was about to speak, but was interrupted by the mage next to him, "I'm actually curious, why do you have to follow us?" ”

Monia used a questioning tone, from this conversation, she sensed that something was wrong, the other party seemed to have been prepared, from proposing a safe distance to asking what the acceptable safe distance was, completely grasped the initiative of the conversation, even if the average person wants to refuse, in this case, the consideration is often not whether to refuse the other party's following, but how many yards to keep a safe distance from the other party - and this may be the trap.

Although Esta Mel has been in human society, he obviously has no chance to contact such words, or to be sold and help people for money. However, mages are different, in the game of the previous life, players often have to consider the words and sentences of the task, and it is not one or two who are deceived by NPC's words, sometimes don't say that they are new, even the veterans in the old hands will also be deceived, as the peak player in the strongest forest at that time, the mage naturally has an understanding of the NPC's words. In this life, she grew up alone on the dark side of the Eagle City and occupied a world of her own as an elf, and she has a deep understanding of all kinds of fraud techniques.

- You're too early to fool me.

If Monia was a beast-eared girl, the tail behind her would have been raised proudly and then swinged around.

"For this is an edict from His Majesty the King." Sibia's expression changed slightly, "His Royal Highness the King has asked us to protect the mission from the Elven Forest and protect the safety of His Royal Highness the eldest son. ”

"But it doesn't need to be behind us." Istamamel didn't answer, he obviously realized his own negligence just now, and temporarily handed over the control of the conversation to the mage, "Please rest assured, even if the enemy is strong, we have the confidence to protect ourselves and His Royal Highness the Prince." ”

"I'm sorry, but I don't think you have the right to talk to me on an equal footing." The commander of the Seventh Corps said, "And the enemy is stronger than you think, and it is impossible for a single side to fight it." ”

"Take back your words, human." Isdamel spoke at the right time, and a hint of murder flashed in her blue eyes, "This is our princess. ”

"I'm sorry," Sbiah was slightly stunned, then half-knelt down, "I beg your pardon for my rudeness, noble lady. ”

"I'm sorry," the mage picked an eyelid, "I can't forgive. ”

The scene was suddenly extremely embarrassing, and the commander of the Seventh Corps was half-kneeling on the ground, not knowing whether to get up or not.

"Ahem," Esta Mer realized that the little mage in front of him must be making a childish scene, and couldn't help but laugh in her heart—when was it not good, but at this time, how could the conversation continue? After hesitating for a while, he still made a round: "Please don't care, Her Royal Highness the Princess just made a harmless little joke." ”

"Understandable," a helpless smile appeared on his face, and Spiya raised his head and glanced deeply at the mage on the side, "I don't know what your answer is?" ”

"What reply?" Monia asked.

"Reply on safe distancing." As soon as he heard the little girl's voice, Sibia knew that something bad was going to happen, and sure enough, the one in front of him, who was not half as tall as him, frowned, and said with an unhappy face: "Didn't I answer this question?" The stalker man is the most annoying! ”

Spia's already somewhat unnatural smile suddenly stiffened to the extreme, but at this time, he could only sneer and say: "Her Royal Highness the princess is laughing, I just want to know the exact answer, and I am definitely not a shameless person who stalks." ”

"Really?"

Monia asked as innocently as she could—she was making things difficult in large part because she was aware of the other person's hidden malice. From the point of view of malicious intent, it is worth pondering that the other party used the phrase "safe distance" in previous conversations and always grasped it.

"Of course," Spaya naturally would not admit that he was shameless, "I wonder what the princess's answer is?" ”

The mage's eyes rolled twice, and a sweet smile appeared on his face: "It's better to do this, if you don't follow us, I believe that you are not a stalker." ”

"......" The expression on the face of the commander of the Seventh Corps stiffened again, and it took him a while before he bowed and saluted, "I'm sorry, Your Highness Princess, this is my responsibility and obligation that I must fulfill. ”

"So you admit you're a brazen person?" The mage squinted slightly, but he couldn't help but rejoice in his heart

- Fish, hooked.

"In order to protect the safety of Her Royal Highness the Princess and Her Royal Highness the Prince," Sibia paused slightly, then raised his head, looked directly into Monia's crimson eyes, and said word by word, "What is personal fame?" ”

"But I don't think we can trust a brazen person." Monia pretended to be distressed.

"Your Highness," said Spia, helplessly, "I am not a brazen person. ”

"Then don't stalk behind a lady," the mage became happier and happier the more he acted—it had been a long time since she had this hearty sense of comfort, and when it came to the back, a series of concepts from her previous life were unconsciously quoted, "What's more, the tail lady is not just a brazen person, but ...... What about perverts. ”

"Perverted, perverted?" It's a word Monia put together using the lingua franca of humanity, and it may not be relegated at once, but if you think about it, it's not a good word.

"That's right, Mr. Pervert." Monia smiled and uttered cruel words, "The pervert of the tail lady." ”

Sibia was silent, and Sibia didn't know what to say.

It's a pity that he has no way to deal with a bear child with such a respected status, there is no way.

"Mr. Pervert," he didn't speak, it didn't mean that the mage would let him go, "for the sake of your pervert, please take back your perverted behavior, okay?" ”

It took a while for Spiya to realize what the so-called perverted act meant, and he replied to Monia's request as a matter of course: "I'm sorry, but this is an edict from His Majesty the King." ”

- The person who orders the perverted act is His Majesty the King, so His Majesty the King is a pervert.

This thought was just a spin in her mind and then she was driven out of her head, even depending on her age, Monia did not dare to say such a thing on the land of mankind.

She could only raise her eyelids slightly: "Then, the talk has collapsed." ”

Spiya did not answer. He didn't want to talk to this guy with a vicious mouth anymore.

"Let's go, then," the mage turned, leaving, "Isdamel. ”

"Yes." The elven swordsman glanced at her, saw that she wasn't joking, nodded, and followed.

- Compared to humans who don't know her, he believes, and is willing to believe her.

Even though she's very unreliable at times.

On the other side, the man who claimed to be the commander of the Seventh Corps, Spiya, did not speak, but silently watched the elves leave, and several adjutants beside him let go of their scruples after the outsiders left, and laughed unscrupulously, making his face white and red for a while.

"Enough of you," he said, raising his eyebrows, "and the slightest bit of a soldier!" ”

The laughter stopped.

"Good." He took off the white gloves that he had shaken hands with Ista Mel before, slammed them on the ground, and stepped on them with a kick that was still angry, twisting, "Get ready to fight, give them some color - don't kill that little guy, I want her to see what real perverted behavior is!" Make her vicious little mouth no longer make a sound! ”

PS: Monia's princess identity is disguised, and she has been disguised once before, so it is not mentioned in the main text.

PS2: Speech ...... How to say, I am personally not good at words, but people have an inherent mode of thinking, through the conversation can guide you to think about the angle of the problem, the more famous is a soul chicken soup when you are asked to add an egg or two eggs, quite a lot of people will subconsciously ignore the option of not having eggs.