Esfiya's doubts PART2

Before, the mother of heaven, I never thought that a riot would have such a similar temperament as the aborigines, whether it is words and deeds, action habits or...

-Allie's Black Curse Brochure

"...ha?!" Allie looked at the patrolman in surprise and looked at him carefully from top to bottom. Yes, her straight military uniform, correct posture and polite movements looked like an aboriginal no matter how she looked!

"This is not the place to talk. Please patrol with me for a while. My patrol mission is almost over." Mr. Patrol straightened the weapon in his hand and continued to walk forward neatly. Behind him was the incredible Ellie.

After many unsucceful attempts, Ellie has to admit that there is indeed such a magical existence in the world. This is the first time she has seen a traveler who is more old-fashioned and serious than the transferred holy warrior and is no different from the aborigines. Theoretically, people from heterogeneous walls always carry certain breaths... such as otaku.

However, Ellie is actually not qualified to talk about others. It is undeniable that she is more aborigines than the aborigines and more standard casters.

After a few blocks around, the patrolman walked to a guard, handed over the long gun in his hand to another soldier standing on guard, and then saluted the wand across his waist (the wand here is actually a long barrel weapon with a horn mouth that can fireballs, and there is no need to cast spells. The foundation.) After handing over, he is now off duty.

After relaxing, the patrol... No, he should be called 'von Tilar'. Tilar led Ellie to continue to walk around the block and introduce the surrounding environmental pattern.

"Look, walking further on the left hand side is the largest trading market. If you often go there, you can occasionally find very good things, such as my pendant."

Tilar patted a small exquisite wooden pendant hanging on the belt, and in Ellie's eyes, it emitted a very strong arcane light.

"There will be a corner a few steps forward on my right hand, which is not a place you can go - huh? Even if you are an adult, it's not a place for girls to go.

Allie pressed her hat and lowered her head: "Then don't tell me. What did you specifically introduce to me?"

"I just hope you won't accidentally break in and get out. A female mage also came to the main material plane before, but her luck is obviously not very good... Her casting level is not high, and her experience is not good. Do you want to see what she is doing now?" Tilar obviously didn't have any good intentions and asked with a bad smile.

"No, I'm sure it's not necessary."

Speaking of stopping, the two came to the residential area, where they live full of ordinary civilians. Even in the Mark City, they need civilians. They are the foundation of the survival of the world.

"I'm back, mother." Tilar knocked on the door, then pushed the door and walked in, took off her hat and put it on the shelf. She sorted out her short light blonde hair. Allie whispered 'disturbing' behind her and then also took off her hat and hung it on the shelf.

A beautiful woman with long blonde hair came out of the inner room. Her long hair covered her left eye, but her right eye was beautiful blue. Seeing guests coming, she smiled. First, she came up and hugged her son, who was one head taller than herself, and then slightly Lift the skirt to pay tribute to Ally.

"Hello, Miss caster, I'm Tilar's mother, is it my family..." The voice is very beautiful, regardless of appearance, voice or temperament. Tilar's father is really happy——

"Nothing, uh... In fact, I just have something to ask him. It's not a big deal. Auntie, don't worry." Allie also bent down slightly and made a mage salute.

Tylar's mother went into the inner room with a smile to prepare tea for them. Ally glanced at the interior of the house, with simple furniture, simple wooden tables and chairs, white curtains and some simple decorations. Although it was simple, it had an indescribable sense of warmth.

"Please wait a moment, I'm looking for a transmitter that hasn't been used for a long time, if I can still find it." Tilar lay on the floor without any grace and touched around, knocking here and pressing there from time to time.

"It doesn't matter. Anyway, I have a lot of time, but your mother's eyes are..."

"Mother's eyes are very good!" Tilar was silent for a moment and immediately retorted.

"No, I'm not talking about her right eye. Although it's not good to ask about other people's private affairs, has your mother's left eye been hurt? If possible, I can treat you..."

Tyral stopped groping and stood up helplessly: "Although thank you very much for your kindness, please don't ask about this matter. My mother used to be in her home... Nothing, it's just that her left eye was hurt. My mother said she didn't want to recover, so that's all I had to do."

Hearing this, Allie just nodded and was silent. Tilar lay down again and continued to grope. In the quiet space, she could only hear the friction between her clothes and body and the floor.

After a while, Tilar finally stood up and held a... something similar to headphones in his hand, but the weight of the purchase was not light. After a slight debugging, Ellie said to herself, "Is it similar to other things except their appearance..." While wearing it, she quietly waited for the opposite side. The sound.

"...Sha...Hello? This is the space-time management center - hello! What did you do to me! I'm the operator on the 12th. Where do you want to pick me up?

Allie looked at the contact book in her hand and replied, "Contact No. 372, please hurry up."

After a burst of busy tone that made Ellie speechlessly ask the sky and Tilar also understood, another voice appeared in the headphones (or call this headphones...) "Who's looking for me?"

Aili knocked on the headphones to make the vague rustle a little clearer and asked directly, "How much money have you left me in the dark area?"

Obviously, the opposite side did not understand which part it refers to. A few people a little farther away said some words that made Ellie capture - such as 'sharing the stolen goods', for example, 'not leaving a dollar', for example, 'let her owe her debt without triggering...' and so on.

"Forget it, I understand, but if you don't leave me the part that satisfies me when I go back... Bring words to that sparerib, I want to have a dog recently, and you guys! Pay attention to me!"

Take off the headphones and throw them into Tilar's hand. Ally sat upright on the chair, just as Tilar's mother came back with tea.

There was a plate of snacks on the wooden tray, with slightly fragrant green tea. Allie was suddenly jealous that Tilar had such a good mother - recalling her mother - and recalling the end.

Slowly eating refreshments and answering some small questions about herself from time to time. After Ellie swallowed a piece of food that looked like a pastry, she asked doubtfully, "Yes, although it's very rude, what about your husband? I didn't find any men's shoes in this house except Tilar.

Natana (as asked before, Tilar's mother's name is Natana) smiled, her eyes were full of pride, her hands were easily held together, and even her tone seemed to rise: "The one in my family is a great warrior. In his words, he is a hero. A few years He went out to complete a job as a hero! I'm here, arranging everything in this house and waiting for his return..."

I haven't found that Mrs. Natana has always spoken with some kind of rhythm, and it feels like those bards singing poems in a tavern. No, it should be like that.

Allie quietly turned over a few books and turned out one of them. It was a poem praising heroes: "Excuse me, what does this poem have to do with you?"

Natana stroked the handwriting and was a little proud. "These are all written by me, because I don't like to go out to meet people, let alone work, so I often write these poetry collections for my son * for those bards, but because of these poems, our family is not poor at all!"

swallowed the following words. When Ellie copied the poem in the pub, the poet swore to God that this poem was a remnant of the ancient period, and there was no after - the problem is that the person who wrote the poem in the 'ancient period' stood in front of him and showed off that his poems could make money like a child. A message.

"Well, I'll say goodbye."

When it was about to enter the night, Ellie got up to say goodbye to Tilar and Mrs. Natana and declined the invitation to stay for dinner. Tilar continued to turn around the neighborhood with Ellie - she is not familiar with it at present. If she accidentally goes the wrong way, there is really no way out.

"You have a great mother." Allie asserted that Tilar suddenly stopped before continuing to move forward: "Really? Thank you for your praise. In fact, my mother is very old-fashioned. If it hadn't been for Ellie's kindness, I don't want to come out at all. In the past, when guests came to the house, she had been hiding in the room to eavesdrop on our conversations. It's really rare to chat with you like today... No, basically not ."

"Okay, we're here." Looking up, she saw the 'The Lost' signboard shining with arcane at night. Ally nodded and suddenly turned around and took a dress-up salute.

"You act a hundred times more than a gentleman, so I decided not to treat you as a caster - just treat others in an ordinary way! Good night."

After witnessing Allie's figure disappearing behind the door, Tilar scratched his head: "It's a pity, if it weren't for... I really wanted to pursue you..."

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Well... The new volume is the part that has been writing... There is no way in the front part... If anyone wants to complain about the new volume... Please come fiercely! ............I only like interesting complaints............If it is too poisonous, I will try my best to refute it............