How Master Dewey shoved the submarine hull two thousand meters underwater, I don't know, and I have little interest in it.

After visiting his old man's home, he took Princess Aurora and Milulu back to Moonlight City.

Since the end of the final of the Zephyr Tournament, the Dwarf King has always been a little depressed.

He always thought that the Dwarven Guild could crush the Rose Legion in all aspects, but who expected that this time the Japanese Championship was only a narrow victory, and what worried him the most was the existence of the elves in the team.

Their appearance greatly threatens the future status of the Dwarf Guild, maybe in two more sessions, no, maybe the next team competition of the Japanese Wind Championship will become a scene where the Rose Legion crushes the Dwarven Guild.

He didn't want to see such a scene, at least not during his administration.

The more the dwarf king thought about it, the more he became distraught, and later he became depressed and sick.

So in the days after the game, until I came to Vicky Castle to pick up the princess, Princess Aurora was always with her father and comforted him.

Fortunately, with her comfort, the dwarf king finally stepped out of the hurdle in his heart, and then with Raphael's careful treatment, during my visit to Master Dewey, the dwarf king had recovered eighty or ninety percent, and even wielded that heavy and outrageous war hammer in the yard every day.

Before leaving, the Dwarf King patted me on the shoulder and said, "Hone your skills, and you will come with you the next time you explore the secret realm." ”

I smiled and nodded, "I will definitely come." ”

Of course, these are all things that have not been very important in the past month.

The most important thing for me is that Yura is level 10.

Level 10 is a fork in the road, a watershed between ordinary adventurers and strong adventurers.

When an adventurer rises to level ten, he will enter a hall under the guidance of the adventurer's guild, and in the center of the hall, a statue with a blurred face is placed, the staff said, it is the statue of the god of creation, as for why the face is blurred, the staff explained: "The god of creation is the only god of the Zephyr Continent, he has only come a few times in the past ten thousand years, and the ancestors who have had the privilege of seeing his true face have not had time to describe his appearance, they all hung up, therefore, as an adventurer base for worshipping the god of creation, In order to ensure that the majesty of the God of Creation is not desecrated, and that his image is erected in the hall to receive miracles, we resort to obscuring appearances. ”

After listening to the explanation of the staff, I was full of respect for the person who carved the statue of the god of creation, and I have to say that human beings always come up with the safest countermeasures when they are in a difficult situation.

I watched the whole process of Yura's kneeling in front of the statue of the god of creation and leading down the miracle, the same process as Harold did when he completed the task of transformation.

The white light sprinkled over her body, and she wanted to cover her with a veil, and her beautiful face became more and more dazzling under the veil, like a pious angel praying sincerely.

The light gradually became stronger, but not dazzling, and it only felt warm and comfortable.

This feeling lasted for more than twenty seconds before it faded, and when the white light converged and everything was calm again, he placed it on the paper in front of him, and the handwriting composed of holy light issued the first task of fading—fairy tears.

I glanced at the task and was happy.

If this task were to be replaced by someone else, it might not be able to be completed from exhaustion.

The goblin clan is inherently scarce, and besides, even if you find them, how can you ask them for tears?

Sad stories may bring goblins to tears, but are you willing to tell them, and will they listen to them?

Violence may be a way to go, but you have to make sure that you won't be hacked to death by a raging elf, and don't forget, in addition to being excellent magicians, the elves are also the top agile warriors, and even a child of four or five years old can still make a first- or second-level adventurer cry.

This task may be difficult in the hands of others, but in my hands, it is as easy as digging into the bag.

Not to mention other goblins, just Remy, who sheds tears several times a day.

It's not tears that come out of crying, but tears that flow out when you breathe.

She also used to rub these tears on my clothes, and the tears were so inconsequential that sometimes there would be snot flowing out after the fight.

I took the paper, went home, showed it to Remy, and told her not to rub her tears on me after the next breath, and to try to put the tears in a small bottle.

Remy was very happy to agree, but what distressed me was that Remy, who usually had several breaths in the morning, didn't even beat a single one that day!

Looking at Remy, who was sitting on the side, constantly swaying from side to side, I was in a hurry, I said Grandma, you can do it, cheer up, if you continue like this, when will it be a head!

However, I was in a hurry, and Remy just didn't cheer.

Yura had a casual attitude, lying on the sofa and snorting several times.

Are you good for cheering?

Your teary eyes can't complete the task, really, I'm in a hurry for your business, you're good over there, and you're so idle that you're sleepy.

Also, who said that heqi is contagious, stand up, I promise not to kill you!

In this way, the day lasted until late at night, and Remy's breath did not come out, and in the end, I had to carry out a plan that I least wanted to carry out in order to get Remy's tears.

The reason why I didn't want to carry it out was because the plan was too cruel, too terrible, and too easy to leave a bad psychological shadow on people.

Although this plan is not torture, torture may not be more effective than it can make the other party sad and cry.

The plan is to chop the onion.

I locked myself and Remy in a hut with two dozen onions on the table.

"Come on Remy, let's compete to cut onions, whoever cuts more, who cuts fast, who wins!"

As I spoke, I pointed to the door: "Outside, there are four large cakes I bought, and those are the prizes of the winners." ”

Before hearing the word "cake", Remy looked at me indifferently, but after hearing the word "cake", she was like a clockwork person with a clockwork, and she instantly became excited, and before I could say the beginning, she waved the kitchen knife and cut the onion with explosive momentum.

The onion was cut into juice in an instant, the green onion meat collapsed, and in just a dozen seconds, the whole room was filled with the spicy onion.

Because Remy is a fairy royal family, when she is stimulated by the outside world, some unknown talents are activated in an instant, minimizing the stimulation she has to receive.

But even so, she still couldn't resist the spicy erosion of the onion, and before she knew it, her big eyes were filled with a thin layer of mist.

As he struggled to cut off the fifteenth onion, the mist finally converged into one place and turned into a few teardrops.

(End of chapter)