"Twelve, I worked as a dog once for food. Sophie cried to S12 in her head while drinking nectar with tears in her eyes.

S12 sighed silently, and the double ponytail Lori shook her head and asked: [Dear host, are you still a dog less often?]

Sophie shrugged her nose and didn't know why, "Is it a lot?"

S12: [Isn't it very little?]

Sophie: "...... "Damn, I can't talk anymore this day."

The Elven King sat on a throne made of long wood, covered with a goose-down blanket that Sophie had reached out to touch before, and it was particularly comfortable.

The man was looking down at a book with a torn cover and words written on it that Sophie couldn't read.

She asked S12, "Twelve, what's written on it?" ”

S12 glanced at it and said: [Human Breeding South. It looks like he's really going to raise you, or you'll be a rice worm here before the next mission starts?]

Sophie: "...... How can this be?!" As a human with discipline and backbone, he must not succumb to the obscenity of the king of elves!!

At this moment, the man raised his eyes slightly, looked at the empty bowl in the girl's hand, and asked in a low voice, "Do you still want to eat?"

Sophie: "...... To !!"

It's so fragrant.

S12：【......】

The host is quite happy with it.

When she finally had her fill, Sophie yawned, and as soon as she was full, she would want to sleep.

Sophie is very good at adapting to the environment, although she is still shouting in her heart that she will never be a rice worm without discipline, but her body is very honest and she has begun to look for a suitable place to sleep.

The Elf King looked at her left and right, and asked softly, "What are you looking for?"

Sophie said, "Emmm doesn't have a bed?"

Elven King: "Sleepy?"

Sophie nodded.

The man sneered and mocked: "If it is really as the god of elves said, in addition to eating and drinking, the husband is sleeping." ”

Sophie: "......"

Angry.

"Not really!!!" she retorted loudly.

"Oh?" the elf king raised his eyebrows, and was about to ask what else you knew, but he saw the girl with her hands on her waist, and shouted loudly and violently: "Obviously I only know my husband'!!"

Elven King: "......"

*

The cot for Sophie was made of a fluffy blanket, the same style as the fluff found on the Elven King's throne.

She rolled on it twice and it felt super soft and super comfortable!

The small bed was very close to the elven king's chaise longue, and she could go up by turning over, but for the safety of her soul, Sophie still kept a long distance from the man.

She closed her eyes and fell asleep.

Since she was chosen as a human pet, the Elf King should not harm her for the time being.

Last night, she was scared by the dream for a long time and couldn't calm down, and when she woke up this morning, she didn't feel very good, and this time was just a nap to catch up on sleep.

The man was still reading before she fell asleep, and he didn't even lift his eyelids.

The handsome and deep facial features also look very three-dimensional and moving from the side, and the long snow-white hair is draped over the shoulders, which is unbelievably beautiful.

Sophie's sleepiness was too heavy to appreciate the beauty at this time, so she turned her back to the elf king and covered it with a small fluffy blanket as a small quilt.

If something else happens, S12 will wake her up in her head.

*

However, napping to catch up on sleep does not seem to be able to avoid dreams.

Sophie doesn't want to dream anymore, she just wants to stay dreamless until night.

But it backfired, and in the haze, she felt as if a town had appeared in front of her.

The town looks slightly dilapidated and should be poor.

She stood at the gate of the town, watched the pedestrians pass inside, and then took a step and walked in.

The town is somewhat desolate, and surrounded by this dust, and it is close to the western dwarven lands, the most remote region of the Terran nation.

The people in the town are all dressed very poorly, and they look haggard.

At first glance, it feels pitiful.

She wanted to walk around, but she couldn't walk on her own.

The body is probably controlled by someone else, and her ideas are completely incapable of being put into practice.

She felt as if the "body" was walking aimlessly, and she didn't know what he wanted to do.

Suddenly, a carriage sped past and knocked its body away!

She fell to the ground, a pain in her back.

The carriage looked a little luxurious, probably a big family in this town, richer than the average person.

Sophie watched as the driver got out of the carriage, and then reached out and helped a woman in a more ornate outfit to the bottom.

The woman's appearance was not bad, her expression was coquettish, she glanced at the person who fell on the ground, and then turned to the man in the carriage and said, "Lord Viscount, it is a beggar." ”

"Beggar?" said the viscount man in the carriage in a disdainful voice, "Then what does he do? Come in, we have to go home." ”

Listening to the voices of men and women in her ears, Sophie felt as if her body was moving, as if she wanted to stand up, but her hand accidentally knocked over a basin of water on the wooden table next to her.

The water flowed down, wetting his hair and body, and for a moment, his hair, which had been blackened by black dirt, lost its color, revealing a trace of snow white underneath.

The woman was about to return to the carriage, and when she accidentally saw this scene, she was stunned for a moment, and then took the hand of the person in the carriage and said in surprise: "Lord Viscount, look! His ears are different from ours!"

After the words fell, the man in the car finally poked his head out, his appearance was a little rich, with a big belly, and he looked like a nobleman who was used to living a comfortable life.

Sophie saw "herself" in the reflection of the man's black eyes—

White and black hair, a pair of pointed ears, and a young but very handsome face.

And this face is inexplicably a bit like ...... The Elven King?

But this is the juvenile version of the Elven King.

The man's eyes lit up, and he immediately stepped out of the carriage and came to Sophie, and the owner of the body slowly raised his head, and then he saw a glimmer of light in the eyes of the nobleman in front of him.

*

Sophie was taken back to the manor by the noble lord and his woman.

It's not so much Sophie, but a juvenile version of the Elf King.

The maid brought him the clothes, and surprise flashed in her eyes when she saw his pointed ears.

The warm water warmed him, and the boy took a bath, stood up, and changed into the clothes brought by the maid.

The white-haired boy in the mirror looks handsome, has deep facial features, and golden pupils are like a pair of crystal clear.

The maid who delivered the clothes blushed at the door, and couldn't help but peek inside.

Sophie had already noticed her movements, which meant that the owner of the body had noticed it too.

But the young man glanced at it lightly, but he didn't care.

After a while, the maid's respectful and slightly fearful voice came from the door—"Lord Viscount." ”

The noble lord is here.

The boy turned and looked at the door.

The bathed man came to the house with his woman in his arms, and the woman exclaimed, "I remember that I have seen races about this trait. ”

The old man asked, "What race?"

The woman smiled: "Spirit, spirit." ”

I didn't expect to find an elf in a remote town.

This is the western region, and the Elven Forest is in the south.

The woman walked up to the young man and wanted to reach out and touch the young man's face, but the viscount was not happy, he pulled the woman and asked coldly, "You dare to touch other men?"

The woman paused, and said with a coquettish smile: "No, I'm just curious, I heard that the elf's skin is silky and silky, and I don't know how it feels to the touch, or—" Her eyes rolled: "Lord Viscount, you go and try it?"

This sentence makes a man's heart flutter.

His slightly obsessive eyes fell on the young man in front of him, "Okay." ”

The man stretched out his hand, and at the moment when he was about to touch the young man's face, the maid who had delivered the clothes before came in a hurry with wine, but accidentally fell when she approached the man!

"Ouch!"

The maid fell to the ground, and her hand rolled off, the glass bottle shattered, and the residue and red wine splashed on the clothes of men and women!

"Yes, I'm sorry Lord Viscount! I'm sorry!" the maid looked frightened and panicked, her body trembling as if something terrible was about to happen.

Sure enough, the angry viscount slapped her in the face, knocking out all the blood on her lips, which shows how powerful this is!

"Useless pigs!" he scolded, "Hurry up and clean up this place!"

The clothes are dirty, and the previous interest is suddenly gone, this viscount has a little cleanliness and likes clean clothes.

He left the room in a rage, his beard shaking with anger.

After the man left, the maid slowly got up, her cheek swollen, blood on her lips, and her hair messy.

Her hands were covered with calluses, and she slowly picked up the pieces on the ground without saying a word.

The young man standing in front of the mirror quietly looked at the maid who was kneeling on the ground, and after two seconds, he said indifferently: "Thank you." ”

The maid was startled and shook her head: "No, no, it's my own carelessness......"

Her voice was timid, and she quickly picked up all the pieces and got up to leave.

The elf's golden eyes reflected the girl's hurried back, and he knew that just now, she had fallen on purpose.

*

Early the next morning, the viscount came again with a woman.

The elf was standing in the courtyard, looking at the flowers planted in the courtyard.

There was also a squire beside the viscount, who was holding a long chain in his hand, and at the signal of the man's eyes, the squire stepped forward and put the end of the ring lock around the elf's neck.

The man looked at the beautiful elf with satisfaction, his long hair was like a waterfall, like snow, and his skin was slightly white after washing.

It is said that elves are the most beautiful race in the world, and their appearance really lives up to the legend.

"You say—can he understand what we're talking about?" the woman asked with a smile.

The viscount put his arm around the woman's shoulders, "I don't know, but it's better if I don't understand." ”

The cold shackles were around the neck, and it was a little uncomfortable.

The elf frowned slightly, wanting to take it off, but the moment he saw his movements again, the man whipped him with a whip, "Don't move!"

This dozen directly made a red mark on the young man's white arm.

It was obviously very abrupt, but the moment the man saw it, he felt a burst of heartbeat.

So he raised his hand again.

“......”

The picture behind made Sophie feel very uncomfortable.

At this time, she was the first person to see, and the pain was also reflected on her body, as if she was actually being whipped.

The elf's intact skin showed scars, and the marks of blood spilling on it were shocking.

In the hot summer, the temperature in the western region is higher at noon.

Perhaps because the weather was too hot, the viscount wiped the sweat from his forehead, and seeing that even if he was beaten, he did not move, and felt that it was not much fun, so he left the courtyard with the woman in his arms in his arms.

The elf lowered his head slightly, looking at the scars on his body, and the pair of golden pupils turned into vertical pupils in the next second.

But in just a moment, it returned to its original shape.

Because there was footsteps around me.

He turned his head sideways and saw the maid with the medicine bottle in her hand.

It was the one from last night.

Her eyes were slightly red, and she came to him, crouched down, and said nothing.

The rough hand took the elven king's arm and carefully helped him with the medicine.

The elf looked at her quietly, and there was not the slightest wave in his heart.

After the maid finished taking the medicine, she said softly: "In your room, there is food, I ...... I didn't know what the elves liked to eat, so I prepared fruit and some pastries. ”

She got up and walked away quickly.

The Elf King slowly stood up, a green halo surging in his fingertips, and in the next second, the wound on his body was intact.

The skin is still delicate and fair, smooth and silky, and all wounds have disappeared.

In the room, there was a plate of fruit on the table, as well as a delicious cake and black tea.

Sophie smelled the smell and swallowed her saliva inexplicably, but the owner of the body had no intention of eating, and with a wave of her hand, the food on the table disappeared.

Sophie: "......" QAQ

No...... How about you take a bite!!

Well, elves only need nectar to survive and don't give a damn about human food at all.

Sophie sighed.

She now probably understood that the great elven king was playing with a pig and eating a tiger.

can withstand the humiliation of being beaten and endure without saying a word, this is really powerful.

Time is still ticking.

The nobleman who got the elves had a party, and he wanted to show the other nobles in the city what he owned.

When he awoke, the elf found himself locked in a huge golden birdcage.

The cage was chained, trapping him inside like a prisoner.

The golden ring around the neck is also inlaid with precious stones, which looks noble and luxurious.

In front of them, there are rows of auditoriums.

He is like an object on display, bearing the gaze from all directions.

Some are surprised, some admire, some are obsessed, and some are jealous.

The whole nine yards.

All kinds of emotions.

It's ugly.

The elf leaned against the edge of the cage and swept over everyone with an indifferent expression, looking at each of their faces, sneering in his heart, but his face did not show it.

This exhibition of elves allowed the noble viscount to enjoy the same treatment and compliments as an earl, his vanity was satisfied, and he complacently refused all requests to get up close and personal with the elves.

Then, in the eyes of envy or jealousy, he pulled the elf he owned out of the scene.

Night.

Dark clouds are falling.

The viscount got drunk and brutally broke into the elf's room.

The boy inside was sitting on the edge of the bed, quietly looking out the window at the night sky.

"You're such a darling......," murmured the viscount, "and he stumbled to the bed, wanting to hug the elf and kiss him.

The elf remained motionless, watching his movements mockingly, but the next second, the door opened.

A hand grabbed the elf's wrist and pulled him out of the room.

He was stunned, and before he could react, he saw the maid who had been taking care of him with red eyes, held back tears, and turned around and entered the house.

The drunken nobleman was making a lot of noise, but when he saw someone again, he fell silent.

Then Sophie understood the sound coming from inside the house.

She pursed her lips, feeling the elf's heart

She closed her eyes, rubbed her temples, and wanted to rush in and fix the bastard nobleman, but the elf didn't move.

He probably didn't understand what kind of behavior humans were doing at this time, and he didn't understand what a girl had endured for him that night.