He hated the fact that he had to shave every day. He held a sharp razor in the blurry mirror, and accidentally made his face covered in blood. No wonder there was a professional shaver in the city who made a living, which saved the rich from cutting his cheeks every day. The well-treated beard is also a symbol of identity, especially the two strokes on the upper lip, which some people kept. Tidlitt hated him so much that he complained every time he saw it, and his posture seemed to be shaving him on the spot.

Recently, it is rare to see Tidlit. The elf girl is busy dealing with banquets and salons organized by the duke. She is a natural princess. She quickly got rid of her initial youth and had the style of a kingdom heir in every move. Tennis once thought it was a kind of relief, so he secretly grew a beard for this, but humans also began to look at him with strange eyes. When he thought he was not paying attention, "Look, a bearded elf." "Could this be a half-elf?" "Why can't you call him half-person..."

Everyone in Eternal Forest could not accept a bastard, and humans seemed to be similar. Although they were always surrounded by Tidlit, fascinated by the elf princess's style, many people surrounded the red-haired Erin and wanted to invite her to dinner in vain. The appearance of two elf women caused a stir in a turbulent storm in the city of Caen. Except for one, the dark elf Sister Ella, who was as unpopular as the half-elf Tennis.

As long as the suitor maintains an appropriate distance and politeness, Tennis is too lazy to interfere. Ted is very dissatisfied with this and gradually becomes more and more indifferent to Tennis. He understands the girl's intentions, how could he not understand? The half of the human blood in his body shouts to sneak into the room of the Songzhe's daughter one night and embrace her. The elf part reminds him coldly to figure out his position.

You are a very unfamiliar bastard, and you are not qualified to be comparable to the daughter of Xingchen Yongzhe. Tennis scratched the hard stake that had just grown on his chin and threw the razor into the basin.

The mother died of dysfunction, and Tanis had only seen her appearance in the album. Her mother wore a floor-dress and sat on a wooden chair by the river, and passed half of her body. Her long blonde hair drooped to her waist, allowing the painter to use the brightest color. Most portraits were expressionless, but the mother in the painting had a bright smile, which made Tanis remember. Later, he heard that his mother had gotten married once, and her husband was Yongzhe's younger brother. The man died shortly after marriage and did not leave any children for her mother. The marriage of an elf is a lifelong life, and according to convention, the mother will be a widow for life.

But she was still unwilling to be lonely, right? Otherwise, how could she come to this world? He smiled, and the mirror twisted it into a cold and bitter appearance.

Xingchen Yongzhe generously accommodated this child without a father or mother, and named him "Tencelus". Yongzhe's eldest son, Monk Bo, was his playmate and inseparable good friend. After a few years, a beautiful elf girl joined the ranks of boys and chased and played with them. That time was so beautiful that every time he recalled, he was illusory and unreal.

The precocious puberty of human beings destroyed the tranquility. The half-elves' mind grew up at a speed that the elf girl could not understand. He soon discovered that Tidlit had a special affection for him. Before he could think about how to refuse, Big Brother Po interfered roughly. The heir of the Yongzhe was old enough. Once he knew about Tancer's background, how could he tolerate his sister being with such a bastard?

The two had a big fight and almost started to fight.

That night, Tancerus cleaned up the room and moved out of the Yongzhe house. No one stopped him except Tidlit. Tidd cried and chased him far behind. Tancerus ran faster instead. He heard Tidd fall down and made up his mind and didn't look back.

The mother's former maid took in the desperate young man, where he learned about his mother's past for the first time. It was fifty years later that Tancers appeared at the door of the house of the Yongzhe again. He saluted the ruler seriously and called himself "Tennis". This is the name he had thought of for him by a human father, and the diary left by his mother clearly wrote it.

Star Songzhe accepted Tennis' salute with a stern face and ignored his new name. Monk Bo stood next to Monk Bo, and there must be something amazing waiting for him, because Monk Bo apologized for calling him a "mixed man of unknown origin."

Someone knocked outside, not the young waitress who blushed when she saw him. The girl's steps were so light that her ears were hard to detect, unlike the dwarf's iron-toed boots, which were deafening from a hundred steps away.

"Boy, the sun is setting, aren't you going to come out?" Flint's loud voice probably quarreled the people on the floor, and the moans at the corner of the corridor were interrupted for a moment.

"Come on this, Mr. Stove." He no longer struggled with the length of his beard, and if he didn't go out quickly, the dwarf would smash the door.

Tennis hurriedly put on a coat and pushed open the door. He tried not to look down, even if Flint only reached his waist.

"Oh, I'm very energetic, young man!" The dwarf glared at his jagged beard.

Tennis hurriedly took the door with him before the dwarf made his comments and went downstairs first. He didn't want to hear Flint's long comment on the fact that the elves didn't have a beard. Unfortunately, he didn't walk fast enough and his ears were too sharp, so he still couldn't escape Flint's comments.

His new look not only aroused the dwarf's surprise, but humans are more subtle. Lyon and Isabel both hide well and say nothing. The red-haired Erin looked disgusted and turned her head away after just taking a look. Ella, she was drinking with her head down, and she didn't seem to care about anyone. The nun is a very interesting person. She rarely participates in everyone's chats, but she never missed a dinner.

This traitor is also afraid of loneliness. The half-elf also inherits the inherent prejudice of the high elves against the dark-skinned relatives.

The conversation had been going on for a while, and he heard most of the content on the stairs, waiting for Tennis to chat. He sat down to the bench that was empty by the table, and Flint followed him and squeezed over.

According to the rules of the elves, he should say hello to everyone, talk about the weather politely, drink some drinks, and maybe talk about the main things tomorrow or next week. However, this is not the Forest of Eternity, humans are helping short-lived ghosts, and they are very impatient.

So Lyon went straight to the topic as soon as he came up: "The royal family and many nobles were stationed outside the city. It is said that the Knights of the Franks will come tomorrow at the latest. Given that Isabel killed the Archbishop, the church asked for an explanation, or went to Bari to confess his guilt and punish him."

The topic was indeed very heavy. Tennis carefully held the cup in his hand, and he knew it was not the time to interrupt.

"This morning Isabel performed a medical miracle in front of the royal family and the church representatives, and barely blocked their mouths, but the other party still wanted evidence."

"Evidence? Doesn't it count if you kill thousands of people?" In the terrifying execution ground, the corpses on wooden stakes, and the crows flying all over the sky, Tennis found that he couldn't understand the rules of the human world.

Flint shook his head and said nothing. The nun was still drinking, deafing his ears to the content of the conversation. Isabel lowered his head and clenched his fists. Erin seemed to want to say something, but he held back when he spoke.

"Those people are suspicious. Although the Archbishop is cruel, who would have thought that he would leave everyone's interrogation record, and all those who have been interrogated signed and stamped." Hearing Lyon's tone, he admired the bishop who was split in half.

"Is it okay to be a slander?" Erin finally couldn't help it. She said and pulled her hair behind her ears. With such a simple move, she was stunned and was stunned for the waitress who came to refill the nun's cup.

It’s not her fault, anyone who doesn’t want a hair that reflects light. Another feature that “mix” does not have, Tennis thought gloomy.

"This judgment was supported by the church, and the punishment was allowed by law." The brave man's answer was very small, and he obviously did not agree.

"Three days, the church gave Isabel three days to find evidence, unless it can be proved that Bishop Luther was possessed by a demon, they would attack the city and take Isabel and Duke Bernard together."

"This group of blind bureaucrats!" The paladin looked angry and suddenly raised the volume to scare away the waitress. Lyon pressed his hand on her shoulder and signaled her to calm down.

OK, but does this have anything to do with the entrustment of Xingchen Yong? He almost blurted out. Tidlit was intoxicated by the princess' identity and lived a cup of wine every day. Lyon, who had high expectations for Xingchen Yong, spent too much effort on this newly emerging woman, and his partner obeyed him. Is it only me, an outcast who was held in advance, who really took the task seriously?

Lyon must have understood his expression and made a special explanation.

"We have to go to Calais to take a boat to reach the Sea of ​​Blood. Calais was besieged by Turkic pagans and needed the men of Duke Bernard to rescue him. The royal army and the church knights stationed outside the city were ready to attack at any time, and no one could leave now." Lyon seemed to be saying a tongue twister, but in the end he smiled, his smile was full of helplessness, "So, have you figured it out?"

Tennis suddenly wanted to have a big glass of wine. It was better to be confused than to know how fucked the reality was.

"Tomorrow we will collect evidence. Please protect Tidlit here and wait for our good news."

After wandering around for a long time, this is what Lyon wants to say.

"I'll go, Mr. Wood."

"We're going underground." Lyon knocked on the table with a wooden cup. "This good bishop likes torture prisoners in dark and dull places."

"I will go." He said firmly, and there was a look of appreciation in the dwarf's eyes.

Lyon didn't speak, just nodded.

"Thank you, thank you everyone." Isabel was deeply moved. It was her idea to fight the Archbishop alone and had nothing to do with others. Lyon and the others could leave, and the army outside the city would be very happy to let it go.

"Nothing, it should be." The initiator Lyon remained calm.

He actually regretted it too much when he slashed the witch with one knife.
Chapter completed!