Brando knew that the interests of the elves could be wider than the stars in the sky, and that their topics could be longer than the elven river flowing in the territory of St. Osor, and that they could talk about it for three days and three nights, if their curiosity was aroused.

This is a big trouble not inferior to the fall of twilight.

Seeing that the leprechaun was about to speak, Brando quickly took out a ball of honey candy from her purse and stuffed it into her mouth with three fingers. The goblin's eyes widened and she whined in protest, but the honey candy melted in her mouth, and she quickly narrowed her eyes in comfort, like a cat being petted on the head.

"Hmm...... Anything else? She asked vaguely.

"It's enough to eat from morning to night, but if you don't eat it quickly, they're going to melt." Brando replied.

These sugars were originally Roman-sama's snacks, and most of them were plundered from the little fat dragon Star, in order to meet the little fat dragon's demands, Brando was opening a sugar factory in Tonigel, and the merchant lady unceremoniously divided half of the shares, which were not gold coins, but half of the production.

He still remembers the time when the chubby dragon cried so much that he came to him for justice, only to be kicked out by Hipamela.

Thus it is impossible to live by self-inflicted iniquity.

The little goblin believed Brando's words and quickly accelerated the speed of eating, but unfortunately her teeth were small and white, but she couldn't bite much in one bite, and could only lick it around on the huge sugar ball with her small tongue, but fortunately, this was the simple happiness of the goblins. She soon enjoyed herself and forgot about anything else.

It's just that he stretches out a small slap from time to time and sucks the honey on his five fingers one by one, which is really unsightly.

Marocha shook her mane, causing the leprechaun to slide from the top of her head to her back. It also looks like he's afraid that the little guy will get honey on his head.

"A crystal stag," White Mist tilted his head to look at Malocha, exclaiming, "They are elemental beings born in the shallow sea, I didn't expect you to have such a summon." ”

Andesa watched with some awe as Brando summoned Marocha, she didn't know much about the traveling mage, but the less she knew, the more she feared this powerful and mysterious power.

"Can Malocha take us to the Tirmoths?" Brando asked.

"Of course." "They are the best guides in the mist, and some of the Tirmothians have good relations with the Crystal Stag, believing that the Crystal Stag brings good luck. ”

"Can it take us directly to the Mountain of Storm Rest?"

Bai Wu shook his head: "I don't know about this. I've only been here two or three times with the Witch Queen. ”

Brando then turned back to Malocha and said, "We need to find the Tirmoths, Malocha, do you have a way to find them?" ”

The tall stag nodded, "My lord, I know where they will be around. The Tirmothians hunt sharp seals in the misty seas near the Mirrored Shores. They don't appear every day, though, but if you're lucky, they'll leave a path of light there, and through guò we'll find the route of the Tirmoths through the mist. ”

"Don't the Tirmoths have a fixed place to stay?"

"They're sea people, and they have large fleets that follow the path of light, stopping only occasionally on ice floes or islands." It paused, "Actually, my lord, I am not the best guide to find the Tirmoths, Miss Mias is." ”

"She?" Brando looked back at the leprechaun lying on Marocha's back. The latter is struggling with the sugar ball in his hand, and he has no time to care.

"The elves have a good relationship with the Tirmoths. The Tirmoths are full of reverence for the Elemental Lords, and the elves are the darlings of the Elemental Plane, and the Tirmoths consider them to be oracles, and sometimes there are many elves on the Tirmoths' ships. Malocha replied, "The elves can always find the Tirmoths, and the bare boats they weave can go directly through the path of light to the Tirmoths' foothold. ”

Brando reached out and nodded above the goblin's head, "Marocha, can you find your way to the Mountain of Storm Rest?" ”

"Cape White leads to the Mountain of Storm Silence, my lord, but through a sea of ice floees, where a group of orcas have stopped the sea, and only the Tirmothians can bypass them."

"Just a pod of orcas?"

"That's elemental whales, I advise you not to imagine their size," White Mist replied, "I've had the pleasure of seeing them once, and it's a young whale that came out of the fog right on the left side of our fleet. Its eyes were bigger than our entire group, but the little one showed little interest in us and soon followed his mother away. ”

"This lady is right." Marocha replied.

Brando was a little distracted when he heard it, is such a big whale still called an orca? Although the size of the body does not truly reflect the strength of the creature, it can at least show how strong its flesh is, and the creature that can be so large is not born with the level of a perfect body?

Is there such a thing in this world?

He looked at the leprechaun, "Can she weave a bare boat?" ”

Although it doesn't look like it anymore.

The little goblin Mias frowned and shook her head away from his fingers, and replied angrily with an urn, "Of course not, it takes a lot of sisters to weave a bare boat, and I can't do it alone." But I know how to call them, and if I ask, they will come to help. ”

She glanced at Brando: "We goblins are not like you humans, you have to ask for something in return, my sister told me that you humans are all evil-hearted, but I was still accidentally fooled and sealed into a card by you." ”

"Did your sister sue you that you rushed in by yourself?" Brando looked at her angrily.

"That's to save Lord Malocha."

"Is that what I requested?"

"Not really." The goblin shook his head like a rattle: "But the sugar you gave is delicious, much better than honey." ”

"My sugar doesn't taste good at all. That's the candy of the bad eye. ”

"My sister said that sugar is not good or bad, but those who give sugar are good and bad." Mias understands everything.

Brando couldn't help but be conquered by her simple dialectical view, and was angry for a while. "Good. I'm not going to give you any more candy. ”

He didn't expect that before he finished his sentence, the little goblin actually hugged the sugar ball and cried, and the more he cried, the more sad he became, and gradually evolved into a sign of howling and crying.

Brando suddenly had a sense of guilt for snatching Lori's lollipop and making Lori cry, he knew that the goblins were simple and their brains were not very good, but he didn't expect to cry so heartbroken for such a trivial matter.

"Don't cry." He hurriedly said, "I'm just joking. ”

"Really?" The little goblin stopped sobbing and looked at him with teary eyes.

Brandow suddenly felt a headache and nodded hurriedly: "But you have to summon your sisters." Because I need a bareboat to find the Tillmoths, Miss Mias, and my fiancée has fallen into the wrong hands, and I'm in a hurry. So the sooner the better. Okay? ”

"Do I have any candy to eat?"

"Of course there is, not only you, but I will pay your sisters." Brando is not stingy with this kind of unpaid trade, not to mention that the sugar is originally a thing of Starr and Roman.

The little goblin's eyes rolled: "That's not necessary, in fact, they don't like to eat sugar, you give me their share." ”

As soon as she finished speaking, an angry voice rang out in the air.

"Mias, you're broken with anthropology!"

Brando looked up in amazement. I found that at some point, a little goblin in a shiny long dress was floating in the air. Four pairs of wings as thin as cicadas flew up and down, staring at Mias lying on Marocha's back.

Elves are born with a name, and they are born to know the name of each goblin, and their names are never repeated, and scholars have been puzzled by this for thousands of years, but they are still incomprehensible.

Then a succession of goblins appeared in mid-air, they were dressed in different costumes, they all looked like they were made of ice crystals, and their hair was also varied, some of which were even weirder than the latest hairstyles that Brando had seen in later generations, but the goblins were originally out-of-the-box, they pursued individuality, and each goblin wanted to be different.

Mias was startled, and quickly hugged her sugar ball, staring at her sisters of the same race in mid-air, and called out their names one by one: "...... Vita, thumbs up, why are you here? ”

Those who don't know may think that she was born and raised here, but in fact, Mias has never met these of her own people before this, but the elves are born to know each other, even if they have never met before.

This is a very unreasonable thing to do, but it is true in Vahnde.

"Hmph," the goblins flying up and down in the sky stared at Mias and replied, "There's a battle here, Your Majesty the Queen, let's take a look." ”

As she said this, her eyes kept glancing at the ball of honey candy in Mias's hand, which really made people wonder about the true purpose of these little goblins.

"It's mine." Mias hastened to assert her sovereignty.

"Elf ladies," Brando said, "as you heard just now, we need a bareboat, and if you're willing to help me, I wouldn't mind bartering you for honey candy." ”

"I'll weave a bare boat too," Mias jumped up hurriedly, "You don't have to ask them for help!" ”

"You can't make it up alone." The goblins chirped, "It takes many people to weave a bare boat, and every one of us has to participate." ”

"Can you pay each of us?" The head goblin asked.

"One candy for everyone." The other goblins sang in unison.

"Two for each person." Brando replied.

"Two for each person!" The goblins sang merrily.

"That's my sugar." Mias was very sad, but she immediately said in good spirits: "I also want to participate in the weaving of bareboats." ”

"Then I'll give you three, Miss Mias." Brando whispered to her in the psychic connection, and the latter immediately squinted with laughter, looking at Brando's gaze unknowing how kind.

At this moment, she felt that her lord was the best human in this world.

It seems that what my sister said may not be all right.

Andesa watched the deal in amazement.

The world of the elements is in turmoil, rocks rumble down from the white headlands, and then they are lifted up into the sky by invisible magic, and it seems that a drastic change is taking place in the direction of the mountain where the storm has stopped, and this upheaval will surely affect the entire world through the plane of the elements.

Maybe it will even completely change the original appearance of the world.

But the happy little goblins, who had been promised, turned a blind eye to this, and even sang as they worked:

'The ship of the elves,

Pretty and sophisticated.

It's like a floating light

Like the stars.

……

The ship of the elves,

Light and compact.

It passes through the clouds,

sailed through the strait again. ’

The elemental world is the home of the elves, and if the shallow sea is destroyed by the fall of dusk, then they will probably lose their home because of it.

However, the little goblins seem to have no heart and no lungs, and the optimism really makes Brando sigh.

He looked up as the little ones formed a circle in the air, and the elemental stars converged in their hands to form a glimmer of bright light, and then converged with each other, soon forming the outline of a boat. At first he was worried that the boat they had made would be a pocket-sized boat for them only, but he soon relented that it was not big, the size of a sampan, but at least it was big enough for him and Marocha.

At this time, he remembered the previous topic, and suddenly turned back to Bai Wu and said, "Why are they called orcas, aren't there varieties with the same name in the material world?" ”

The white mist paused for a moment before replying, "Because that's what the Tirmoths call them, and when it's hunting season, they even go hunting whales." ”

"Can they hunt those whales?" Brando was a little surprised, so how powerful do those Tirmoths be?

"That's their secret," White Mist explained, as if sensing what was in his mind, "they're not that strong, they're just born with the strength of the Elemental Realm." ”

"They're not that strong, they're just born with the strength of the Elemental Realm......" Brando muttered to himself, finally realizing that what he was seeing was just a tip of the world, "Is there a sage among the tribes of the Tirmoths?" ”

…… (To be continued......)