The stars are shining, the voices are buzzing, and the banquet hall of the castle is decorated with dazzling lights.

Two hours before the banquet began, Dylan and Osborne left the room and walked down the hall. They walked all the way from the room, and there were monsters dressed up everywhere. It's a bit rude to say that, and I should say that the guests look weird.

Although they have all taken on a roughly human form, you have to admit that humans have no horns on their heads, no wings and no tails behind them.

"I finally understand why these races can't dissolve into human society. Dylan leaned over and whispered, "Look, there's a one-eyed cyclops inside." He doesn't know how to put that eye to the left, or to the right, and it looks pleasing to the eye. ”

Osborne replied, "People are not here to celebrate the birthday of humans, you can't ask them to be exactly like humans, in fact, in their own eyes, they are not much different from humans now." ”

"Well... Well, you're right. Hearing Osborne's words, Dylan shrugged his shoulders.

"Master Osborne·····" At this time, a delicate voice came.

Seeing Cassandra running in his direction, Dylan smeared oil on the soles of his feet and replied, "I'll go trade with someone, see you later." ”

After avoiding Cassandra, Dylan walked all the way through the crowd, and one of them didn't pay attention when he was hit by a force coming from the right.

"I'm sorry. Dylan didn't see who it was, apologized and wanted to walk away.

Brush!

Just as he was about to walk away, Dylan's front was suddenly blocked by a figure. Dylan looked at him, and in his way was a small, child-like man with a wrinkled face.

I don't know why, seeing this man, Dylan always felt a little uncomfortable, as if ····· It's like being targeted by something inexplicable.

Hee-hee-hee-hee····· The skinny man's eyes narrowed into slits, and he smiled at Dylan with a hippie smile, and he stretched out his thin right hand and said to Dylan, "Hello! My name is Aesop." Let's make friends. ”

Dylan looked at Aesop's outstretched right hand, a little embarrassed. My instincts told Dylan that he shouldn't shake his hand, but there was a voice in his heart that kept telling him.

Shake hands with him! Hurry, hurry·····

"It's not good, I've fallen for a spell like the Shepherd's Soul, which is a spell that can only be used by being a god. What is this little guy and why did he do it to me. Damn, this is the Elven King's castle, and no one cares about it?"

Dylan tried to turn his head and call for help, but there was no sign of his body being able to move. The brain and the mind cannot be united, and this is not something that ordinary spells can do. Standing in front of Aesop, it was only two seconds, but in Dylan's mental world, it seemed like hours had passed. Just as Dylan felt himself getting closer to that hand, a white, delicate hand slapped Dylan's shoulder from behind.

The force was not great, but it seemed to go directly into the soul, and this slap directly woke up Dylan. After coming to his senses, Dylan heard a familiar voice: "Dylan, are you making friends with Aesop?"

When he turned his head, he saw a man with a delicate face like a woman standing behind him. It turned out that Ren, who saved himself, was Baimeng, who had a relationship with him yesterday.

Baimon smiled softly and said, "Aesop, how did you find Dylan?" He's a very important pure-blood in the Bloodline, and if you move him, the old monsters of the Bloodline won't spare you. ”

"Ahh Hah!" Aesop withdrew her hand and scratched her head and said, "I'm just kidding him, it's nothing." Please, don't make a fuss. After speaking, he didn't forget to be tempted: "By the way, Dylan, don't you really want to be friends with me? Be friends with me, and we can play together." ”

Dylan didn't know what was going on with him, and he didn't dare to offend him too much, so he could only laugh dryly and say, "Ahhh If you're Cassandra's friend, we're all friends. Do you recognize Cassandra? He's the child of the Black Giant. ”

Giants are not easy to provoke, and Dylan was heard mentioning Cassandra. Aesop couldn't help it, he waved his hands and said with a smile: "Then I'll be looking for you to play next time, goodbye Dylan, goodbye Bymun." With that, he disappeared on the spot.

Seeing the way Aesop disappeared, Dylan's face became even more ugly: "Thank you" Baimon", this time thanks to you. ”

"You're welcome. Baimon still had a calm and breezy expression.

Dylan continued, "What the hell is Aesop? He can cast spells in this castle without any scruples, and the elves won't be angry when he does this?"

"Angry?" Beamon laughed a little weirdly, "Do you know the prankster elves? ”

"You mean, Aesop is a mischievous elf. Dylan frowned, the prank elves weren't elves in the usual sense. Although they are all called elves, they are fundamentally not the same race as the other elves and other elves.

To be precise, elves are not a race in the first place.

In people's perception, elves are beautiful creatures, and there are usually only two kinds of elves in people's mouths. One of them has long ears, lives in the woods, and uses bows and arrows to get close to the Druids. There is another one, which is a natural spirit generated by elements and has no actual body.

In fact, their perception of elves is completely wrong.

There are more than 36 types of elves, except for the elemental elves such as light, darkness, water, and fire, as well as the most well-known forest elves, and drow elves. There are also many elves whose appearance and beauty are completely out of line with Icebeard, Leprechaun, and Red Hat. They don't have any blood relationship with each other, most of them are very different in appearance, and even their names are different. But people call them elves.

"The mischievous elves are the most mischievous and difficult of all the elves. Prank spirits are said to have the power of demigods, but they generally do not harm people. Is that what happened? Dylan asked.

Baimon pinched his chin with his hand and hesitated for a moment before saying, "Of course, the prankster elf usually has no ill intentions, he is just playful. However, just because you don't have malice doesn't mean you won't kill people. You know, his mana is almost equal to that of a demigod. When playing with him, one of them may accidentally throw someone into the River Styx, but it wasn't intentional anyway, and he might drag the person back afterwards. ”

With that, Bymon looked at him with a look that Dylan couldn't understand.