Greta's question was simple, but for some reason, Allen couldn't give an answer right away.
After being confused for a while, he endured the pain and said, "I'm Allen."
With this answer, she received another slap from Greta: "I don't want to know your name, I just want to know why you were able to take away so many princesses."
Allen didn't know how to answer again.
As a proud and smart little princess, Greta has no patience.
After not getting an interesting answer, she treats people like Allen as useless toys and plays tricks on them at will.
Fortunately, she still remembered Chang Li's words, which did not directly result in Allen's death, otherwise the group of them would have ended up here.
After playing with this group of people like carrots for a while, and finally tired of playing with them, Greta handed the group of people over to the elf guards who came over, and skipped to Changli to claim credit.
Allen and his princesses once again returned to the claustrophobic prison, once again choosing between money or life.
The final result was naturally fatal, so Chang Li placed another item in front of him that was not precious in itself, but whose added value would make people outside the Elf Forest break their heads.
He was too lazy to deal with this kind of thing, so he just left it to Greta.
Anyway, there would be no danger.
When winter comes, the Moran Forest becomes silent.
Tiny snowflakes fall one by one, falling on the still green branches, turning them as pale as cotton wool.
In such a winter day, Changli heard another news.
Allen had kidnapped the little princess of the dwarf clan and was being hunted down by dwarf warriors.
"It's a princess again.
Does he have a collection of princesses?"
The drop in temperature made the atmosphere in the Elf Forest calm down.
The usually lively elves stayed at home, watching the thin snowflakes penetrate the magic array and fall to the ground, melting into snow water.
Greta, who had just finished music lessons, was sitting on a chair, her legs dangling in the air, and the two fluffy dumplings on her head that were as white as snow also swayed.
Changli said: "He also saw you last time, but didn't he take you away?"
The ball on Greta's head jumped suddenly: "How dare he look down on me?"
Then she realized: "No, he didn't take me away because he couldn't beat me."
Chang Li: "The greater possibility is that he doesn't even know that you are the princess of the elves."
Greta looked at the smile on Chang Li's lips and said curiously: "Brother seems to be in a better mood, but I am the princess of the elves.
If he dares to kidnap me, I will turn him into carrot jam."
Chang Li's expression was much gentler than before, with a completely undisguised casualness and calmness.
He said, "Maybe it's because there are fewer annoying things."
Winter is here, and those sneaky people seem to have found a place to hide in just like the little animals hiding for the winter, so Changli has a lot less trouble to deal with.
Greta wrinkled her nose: "Those elders are so lazy.
My brother has to handle everything.
My brother doesn't have time to play with me anymore."
Actually no, I'm just too lazy to mess around with you sometimes, so I just use the excuse of being busy to shirk it.
But there was no need to tell Greta this truth.
He smiled and nodded to her: "Yes, they are too lazy."
In fact, the six elders of this generation of elves are the most diligent elders.
However, Changli still feels that they are not very diligent.
Why bother him with those messy little things?
Can't they just solve them?
So Chang Li calmly said to Greta: "So after you become the king, make them work harder."
Greta nodded.
Chang Li continued to read the book quietly, but Greta, who had rarely been quiet for a while, became noisy again: "Brother, we learned another piece of music today."
Changli thought for a while: "It's Fu Xue."
Covered with snow is the song sung by the elves in winter.
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Elves love art and music.
Every season they sing music and poems that fit that season, and they also create many new poems every season.
Covering Snow was the most popular song sung by the elves last winter, and Changli didn't notice what they were singing this season.
If a song better than Covering Snow hadn't been created yet, the elves would still continue singing.
They will use the last season to cover the snow, and wait until a brand new song that surpasses the snow comes out, and then they will allow it to be sung on a large scale.
This is their pride.
So this time Greta shook her head naturally: "No, what we are singing is not Fu Xue, but Qing Kui."
She shook her head: "Green green sunflowers, silver and silver, rustling in the snow."
It was a very cheerful tune.
Chang Li hummed it twice, and then said: "It's a good piece of music, but it doesn't seem to be as good as Fu Xue."
The reason why it is said that it cannot be compared is that Changli judges it according to the standards of the elves.
Although the elves are close to nature, they have a high pursuit of music and prefer more refined melodies.
However, although Qingkui is natural and lively, she is also very It's rough and not at all refined.
Greta: "It's not as good as Fu Xue, but that's because it's not a complete song yet.
After Ayinar perfects it, he will surpass Fu Xue."
She looked extremely confident.
Chang Li: "Since it's a song that Ayinar hasn't finished yet, why do you sing it?"
Greta rolled her eyes and said vaguely: "I asked him to teach me."
"So, you pestered Aynar again and asked him to teach you new songs."
Aynar, one of the six elders of the Elf clan, is the one who likes music the most, and the one who is most likely to be taken advantage of by Greta.
Greta lowered her head and muttered: "I just think the new song he sang is very nice."
Changli: "You are so naughty."
He recalled the snow-covered melody he had heard last winter, and hummed softly: "The mountains are covered with falling snow.
Clear streams flow in the mountains.
The fields are green, and everything is hidden.
There is no snow, only the color of snow.
See the clouds grow.
This is a somewhat weird piece of music, but the melody is very beautiful.
It is like the sound of the gurgling water under the glacier in winter, the sound of pebbles tapping in the Lingling Mountain stream, and the sound of the endless high cliffs.
The sound of an eagle's first call.
It doesn't sound warm at all, but it is just right cool.
It is as ethereal as the first appearance or last disappearance of every life.
Especially, it is sung by Changli.
At this moment, Greta sat quietly on the chair, looking at her brother who seemed to be distracted not far away.
She couldn't bear to disturb him.
She could only stay like this, quietly listening to her brother's rare singing, silently hoping that he would sing.
A little longer, a little longer.
But Changli didn't go as she wished.
He quickly came to his senses.
He looked at Greta who was sitting obediently and said with a smile: "What's wrong?"
Greta's eyes that had not moved for a long time turned left and right, and she came out of that dazed state.
She poked her fleshy face doubtfully: "Brother sings so beautifully, you should sing more of."
Changli shook his head, just smiled and said nothing.
He didn't like letting his emotions leak out, even if it was through singing, even if he didn't have any unnecessary emotions.
So he generally doesn't know how to sing or dance, probably because these things reveal his true feelings too easily.
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At this time, Greta continued to ask: "Why do I feel like my brother is leaving?"
She didn't hear anything superfluous from the music just now, but she just had this vague feeling.
From the moment she was born on the Mother Tree of Life, Changli appeared in front of her.
To her, Changli was more like a father than an elder brother.
So at this time, she just felt something was wrong slightly, so she I couldn't help but panic.
She jumped up and jumped in front of Changli, looking at him nervously, expecting him to give a negative answer.
But Changli just smiled slightly: "Greta, living things always have to leave this world, even elves with long lifespans are no exception.
Everyone will have that day, whether it is sooner or later."
Greta yelled: "No" At this time, the ethereal music was still playing at the edge of the wooden house, making the small lake shrouded in mist next to the wooden house much clearer.
Tears already appeared in her eyes: "Brother, you have to throw away Are you done with Greta?”
Changli: "This is not abandonment, Greta.
People always learn to grow up from separation, and elves are no exception.
You will always grow up one day, and I will always leave one day."
Greta shook her head desperately, tears fell down and wet her fluffy collar.
Her eyes were red: "No, Greta don't grow up, and brother don't leave."
Chang Li touched her head gently: "These are all uncertain things, there is no need to be so sad."
Greta clutched the lapel of his clothes and cried: "Brother is teasing Greta again.
Brother will not leave.
Greta will not leave brother.
Even if brother wants to leave, he must take Greta with him." tower."
What he said was a mess.
At this moment, the smart and proud little elf princess fell into deep fear, and then kept repeating this mess of words.
But at this time, Changli just touched her head gently, but did not say a word of comfort, because he was indeed leaving, even if it would be a long time later.
However, this is relative to humans.
After a while, Changli sent Greta back to her wooden house.
As a creature brought into this world by him, Greta had the deepest bond with him, but even so, he He won't change his life for her.
If everything continues like this, Greta will become the king of the elves and the most dazzling queen.
Walking by the wet and cold lake, the mist with ice crystals melted directly before it could reach him and reintegrated into the lake water.
He stood by the lake, looking at the clear sky reflected on the water, and suddenly hummed another tune: "No return, no return, no question of coming, no question of whereabouts, no message in the heart, no hear."
Daoli" It is also an odd tune that does not match the beauty of the music at all, but the ethereal sound circulates inexplicably on this ice lake, making this ice lake shrouded in fog seem to be cooler. .
The leisurely life of Changli was broken with the arrival of spring.
Another group of businessmen were attracted by the golden ears.
They pushed aside the wet and cold branches and came to the trading place that had been abandoned for a season to conduct a new round of transactions.
And this time, they brought many interesting stories, the most interesting of which was that Allen hooked up with a female from the dragon tribe.
This time it's not a princess, because the identity of the dragon clan is prominent enough, and there is no need to add the embellishment of a princess.
The businessmen who arrived were making jokes that were filled with wonder, envy, or fear.
Greta, who had been depressed all winter, came up with a rare temperament and continued to listen.
Because of that fright, Greta became a lot more clingy.
She would run to Changli and play with him no matter what happened.
Changli became much more patient even because of her long life.
But he would not accompany her to fool around every time, so there were many times when Chang Li drove her to the Sixth Elder ruthlessly.
Because of this, Greta became even more depressed.
Now that she heard this story, she became curiously interested and asked, "How many princesses has Allen collected?"
The short goblin merchant, who was as tall as the radishes on the ground, looked directly at her and counted one by one on his fingers: "There seem to be six princesses, saints, ladies, and dragons."
After finally counting, he said with certainty.
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When Greta heard this extraordinarily large number, her hands felt itchy again: "I suddenly felt like growing radishes."
At this time, Allen, who was being talked about by Greta, was standing on the back of the dragon, enjoying the pleasure of flying in the wind.
Unfortunately, he seemed to have misjudged his own strength, so he was blown away by the biting wind in the sky and almost burst into tears and snot.
He made a particularly handsome look and wanted to impress the giant dragon that had just signed a contract with him.
Unfortunately, his efforts were in vain as the dragon didn't look at him at all.
After flying in the air for most of the day, Allen, who had soared into the sky, finally landed on the ground.
His head was dizzy and his body was shaking left and right.
Looking at the heroic and handsome woman who suddenly appeared in front of him, he still managed to force a handsome smile. : “Very charming experience” The dragon with a fiery red head looked at him curiously: "Really, why do I feel that your feet are shaking all the time?"
Allen: "That's all your illusion."
He looked at the lush trees around him, suddenly recalled something, and quickly asked: "Wait, where are we now?"
Dragon: "I just looked in one direction and flew casually.
Anyway, you just want to experience the pleasure of flying.
Wait, I calculated, this seems to be the Moran Forest":