"This painting was painted in the year 3663 of the 14th Elven calendar, that is, in the year 663 of the Saint Laurent calendar, by the court painter Vero Brenette on the Bauhinia Mountain in the kingdom of Rican."

When Annan reached the second floor of the hall from his bedroom, Irelandze was admiring the huge oil paintings on the walls.

The elf is no longer as sloppy as yesterday. She was dressed in a moon-white robe, and her long dark blue hair was fluffy with a green branch.

Yesterday's frenzy has disappeared. Although it didn't have its hair braided like the other elves, and it hung with glittering objects. But this casualness makes her look like an intellectual elven scholar.

And this elven mentor expanded Annan's insight: elves also have dark circles.

Irelandzer is not the same as Dela. Although dark circles ruin part of the temperament, her beauty is admirable, and Dela's beauty is something that makes people want to touch.

Annan didn't have any artistic germs, and walked down the steps to the living room, "Have you been to the royal capital?" ”

"Vero Brenette painted this picture and Princess Kenny and I were right next to me."

Well, that's the immortal species. As the Warlock's Codex writes, the magnificent, twists and turns of man's life seem to them like a naughty child running out in the morning and returning in the evening as a waddling old man on crutches.

This pain of not being able to resist the passage of time is indeed negative. Annan is okay, he is still young and even young. Moreover, the Warlock's Codex says that most Warlocks as long as they don't look for excitement, such as wanting to ride a rebellious female dragon and live peacefully until old age and death, the lifespan is half an immortal.

"Boy, are you ready?"

"Just going to the theater."

"Of course not. After we come out of the theater, we can go to the Elf Flower Garden first, it is said that the Mother Flower Garden Tree was once a leaf of the World Tree, we can have a wedding under the witness of the branches of the World Tree, it doesn't matter, I can also take you back to the Moon Elf's station, and the Elf Elder can witness our love instead of the World Tree. I'll ask my alchemist friend to prepare some potions, and then last three months of intimacy, which should allow you to gain some of the elven bloodline......"

Annan's smile stiffened with Irelandzer's chatter.

What kind of preparation did she say ......?

"Deella ......"

Annan whispered for help, but Deira had no idea of making contact with her own people and did not show up.

"We're not familiar enough ......," Annan blinked.

That cute appearance made Irelandze unable to hold back the desire to hold Annan in his arms and rub it, and his expression and tone gradually became urgent: "It's okay." We've had plenty of time to get acquainted, and three months will make you—"

"I can't go to those places with you...... Annan could only tell Irelandze directly, "I'm not very safe around me, and those attackers can appear at any time." ”

"Attackers?"

"It seems that our elven mentor doesn't know my identity yet......"

"You said 'we', right? ......" Irilanze's eyes almost melted, "Do you like boys or girls?" ”

Annan was tempted to say that he didn't mean that, but his damn intellectual curiosity prevailed: "Can humans and elves have children?" ”

"Just be blessed by the elven tree...... Don't worry, dear, I'll make the Moon Elves accept you. ”

No more worries about money, no need to worry about lifespan, a mage tower mentor and an elven clan to back it up, sounds pretty good......

"Thank you...... No, I mean, elves still have a long lifespan, right? You don't have to rush for a while, we still have a long way to go. "Annan just wants to deal with the enthusiasm of the elven mentor in the past.

"Would you like to be engaged to me? I ......" Irelandzer covered his lips in silence, tears welling up in his eyes, "I love you too......"

Annan looked at the head maid and Abby standing next to him in confusion: "Did I say I love you?" ”

"Got it." Abby replied.

"When."

"Now."

Confirming that he didn't say anything to cause misunderstanding, Annan said euphemistically: "I'm better than getting married now...... Love is more important—"

"Nothing is more important than love!"

Annan's words were interrupted again, and he had to deliberately say seriously: "I'm sorry, I can only go to the theater with you." If you don't agree, I'm not going out. ”

"Oh, it's so cute to be angry, okay, I'm only going to the theater today."

"Really?"

"If you don't want to go anywhere else."

Annan finally breathed a sigh of relief.

While being pursued by a beautiful and noble elf brings vanity and satisfaction, Irelandzer's passion nearly melts him. And the tall man who inherited the elf made Annan only reach her chest.

It's better for Dela to think so......

Then after thinking about this and getting into the carriage, Irilanzer stared at Annan with twinkling eyes: "What kind of girl do you like?" ”

"Similar ...... me"

Annan was just perfunctory, but then Irirandze began to get shorter, the well-fitting moonlight robe became mopping, the dark circles under his eyes disappeared, and his cheeks brought baby fat, and he became a girl about the same age as Annan.

"How's that?" Irelandzer blinked her long eyelashes.

"It's beautiful, that's fine."

Annan fell into those starry eyes, and almost couldn't climb out, stopping Irilanze from continuing, lest the female elf in front of her really overshadow Annan's desire to explore this beautiful world after a certain transformation.

Coming to the theater, the theater owner did not appear, and the stage was no longer a boring dance, but a stage play.

Annan looked at the actors thoughtfully.

"You like it?"

"I'm okay......" Annan asked Irelandzer in a low voice, "what do you think of the story?" ”

"Lazy Dale's Poems? Whatever you listen to every few years will become boring after a few hundred years...... "Irelandzer is quite knowledgeable.

Annan, who knew the name of the play, remembered that Michael seemed to have mentioned that he liked "Lazy Dale's Poems" very much.

"That boss called you the King of the North? Which family are you? The Morim family? The Alfaro family? The Lawrence's Family ......"

"Reeves."

"The Fire Dragon Family?" Irilanze looked at Annan's messy black hair obsessively, wanting to eat them one by one: "Black hair...... It's a lot like that little Peter. ”

"Little Peter?"

"Petria, your second master. He was only that tall when I saw him—" Irilanze shutted down his chest, the outline of the mage's robe making Annan look away.

At the end of the play, Annan and Irilanzer went to the square outside the theater.

Irilanze stole Annan and quietly reached for the hand in the mage's robe—

Two patrolling female elves in leather armor stopped Annan at this time, interrupting Irilanze.

"We have received a report that you are plotting against minors." The female elf said coldly.

Annan explained confusedly: "She is an adult. ”

"I know."

The female elf wrapped a vine around Irelandzer's wrist and gently reminded Annan:

"Boy, protect yourself."

(End of chapter)