Blood tax

Chapter 246 Brave New World Part [-]
The elves passing by had many beauties with outstanding looks.Their dresses are bright and thin, and their steps are light, like thin clouds drifting across the sky.The appearance of male elves also tends to be soft and slender, and it is even difficult to distinguish them from females without looking closely.

Griffith's eyes followed them.He thought hard, and always felt that he could find a word to describe what they had in common.

"Okay—look—do you~"

Galadia sat across from him, looking at him with some dissatisfaction, dipped her slender fingers in the water drops from the drink glass and wrote a number on the table.

"-5"

Ouch!Griffith hurriedly sat down: "I'm just curious, I've never seen so many elves."

"Excuse, hum."

Griffith withdrew his gaze: "Galadia, why did you stay at Homemonwatts to study?"

"Naturally, it's for the sake of increasing knowledge!" The elf girl raised her eyebrows, "By the way, I'm going out to play, I'm panicking here."

"How to say?"

"Everyone is polite, there is nothing new," Galadia said, "Although there is no trouble, but it is not very interesting, and the days pass without knowing it.

"Everyone's jokes are related to their respective responsibilities, and they don't care about other fields at all. However, if you really want to discuss the ancient ruins and fragments of civilization with them, you can't say anything."

Griffith nodded half-understanding.

Miss Elf spread her hands regretfully:
"For example, these explorers don't have any novel viewpoints, they just repeat the existing records, or describe the words and pictures on the unearthed ancient objects, without making any connections or speculations.
"Exploration should be accompanied by thinking and fantasy, right? But everyone says that unfounded thinking is not rigorous, and fantasy is a trick of human beings. According to this logic, unless they unearth all ancient civilizations, they will always be repeating Symbols on the fragments."

"It's really different from us," Griffith said, losing interest in other elves. He finished the second chocolate and wiped his mouth. "It's not too late, let's play!"

"You have to go to the Psionic Research Center with me first. I will be an adult in a few days, and I have to do a lot of things in accordance with the procedures recently. Then, I will take you to the place where you live at night to settle down."

Galadia grabbed Griffith and came to a magic research center.There are big and small elves gathered there, doing some different tests respectively.

Some elves dressed as assistants gave her a quick test, and she was ushered into the office of the head of the research center.

The sign on the door said "Director Melrose".It is said to be an office, but it is actually more like a utility room.The utensils and books of various other races were scattered on the ground, and the walls were full of small holes, some of which were still stuck with broken crossbow bolts.

A languid elf was curled up in the wide seat. Seeing the two people coming in, he threw aside a short crossbow in his hand and looked at Griffith for a while.

"He is our chief psychic research and development director," Galadia introduced, "he is almost four hundred years old."

Director Melrose was tall and thin, with a long jaw, and like the other elves, he couldn't tell his age.The psychic breath is very strong, but he just scribbles on the paper at hand, and shoots at the wall with short crossbow bolts.There are dice and novels on the table, and it seems that they are usually just doing some boring things.It is noticeable that from the outside, he is different from most elves. Although his face is tired, there is a hint of boredom and cleverness in his eyes.

Not all elves are like beautiful pomegranate trees~ Griffith thought about it, and felt that Galadia, her brother, and the director in front of him had their own characteristics.

Galadia gave a brief report on her promotion, then looked at the director seriously, waiting for his feedback.

"Uh, uh, uh~" Director Melrose hmmed for a long time, had no comments or opinions, and held back for a long time, then suddenly pointed to Griffith and asked, "Your man?"

"No~"

"Is it easy to use? Is it long-lasting? How does it feel, can you lend me a try?"

"Director, if you keep talking nonsense, I'll tell Dad to send you to peel potatoes." Galadia blushed and picked up a stack of reports and hit him.

"Does that require magic crystallization?" Director Melrose's topic changed quickly.

"No," Galadia said, "Director, why are you still taking this stuff! You're talking more nonsense than before!"

"It's not nibbling, it's injection, I've upgraded!" The director said while taking out a box of beautiful syringes, tightened his left arm, extracted liquid magic crystals from a crystal bottle, and flicked the needle tube. Looking at the face of the boy and girl, he gave himself an injection in the arm.

"Griffith, you can't learn!" Galadia pushed Griffith, "He has been addicted for many years. At first it was just terrazine, then he started taking magic crystals, and now it has evolved into intravenous injection. Director, you are really looking for your own death!"

Griffith watched in horror as the elf, who was probably a transcendent, injected magic crystals into his veins.Mixing magical energy with flesh and blood, humans would have exploded or gone crazy.

"Because it's boring!" said the director regretfully. "Our magic has not had major innovations for many years, and new spells are emerging one after another, but so what? The basic theory is stagnant. Our future is dark."

"Don't say that, Director," Galadia hurriedly waved her hand, "The disciplinary committee is going to punish you again. Call you a pessimist."

"Well, the control of public opinion has improved a lot. Then let's close our eyes and shake our bodies and pretend to be riding forward. In fact, let's slide all the way towards the cliff. We can still cheer before flying out. Look, I'm flying, I'm flying!" It's never been so cool!"

"..."

This elf is very interesting, Griffith took a glass of apple juice and drank it, watching them chat.

"Miss Villanoy is really mature, and she is about to become an adult!" The director, who had injected the magic power crystal, lay down on the sofa, and said unrepentantly, "Iluvash's prophecy will soon come to an end." A mate for you."

"puff!"

Griffith squirted the juice out of his mouth in one gulp.Galadia's expression was not good on the spot.

"Don't put on such an expression. The God-given partner is a necessary ritual to continue our perfect race. You have a range to choose from, and you can still designate your lover outside of this, right?" the director said calmly. Said, and glanced at Griffith by the way.

This made Griffith feel as uncomfortable as eating a fly.

The director didn't care, and didn't think there was any problem with what he said just now.He chatted casually for a few words and then left.Griffith and Miss Elf, who were embarrassed and unable to look at each other, were left behind.

The two of them were silent, and walked out quickly, as if they wanted to escape from here.

Griffith held on for a while, and couldn't help but ask, "Why do you even have to specify this kind of thing?"

"What is designation!" Miss Elf growled, as if someone stepped on her tail, "Is this an oracle, okay? The oracle of the goddess! And the prophecy shows a range, not necessarily a certain elf."

This reaction surprised Griffith, who did not expect her to defend so actively: "Everyone has no opinion?"

"Hmph! If you let everyone find it by themselves, you will be betrayed and debauched like humans?" Galadia folded her arms and lost her temper inexplicably, "Isn't it great that the goddess has chosen for us? This system allows We are more harmonious and happy, and breeding with cattle, sheep, dogs and horses is completely - completely - different!"

"I didn't say breeding..."

"How can you associate the gaze and guidance of the gods with such a disgusting thing?" She became more and more excited as she spoke.

Hey!Didn't you say the word breeding yourself?Griffith said hastily, "I didn't think so."

"You are!" the consul's daughter stomped her feet, "Our pointed ears are beautiful and noble, and they must not be associated with the ears of donkeys or horses!"

Where does this follow?I did think so, but I never said it... The conversation was moving so fast that Griffith was momentarily overwhelmed and blurted out, "I never said you were a fool."

"What! Silly roe deer...you hate it!" Galadia punched him, "What are you thinking about?"

"Okay," Griffith, who had nothing to say, snorted, spoke unrestrained nonsense, and turned the topic back, "Then, what is the difference between the oracle of Iluvash and the breeding of cattle and sheep?" ?”

"you!!!"

Galadia was stunned for a moment, she opened her mouth to explain.However, the more you explain this kind of thing, the more disgusting it is?

The cloud on her face changed, she felt like she was about to cry out of anger, and she would hit someone at any time.

The two stood on the steps of the Psionic Research Center, and the atmosphere was as solemn as a cumulonimbus cloud.Just when Griffith felt that he would be slapped at any time, a cute little elf girl suddenly jumped to Galadia's legs and hugged her happily.

"Long time no see, Sister Galadia, I miss you so much!"

The beautiful lady with the girl on the side also greeted Galadia with a smile:

"Long time no see, Miss Villanoy, the birth rate has dropped again this year."

"The birth rate has dropped again this year, Ms. Serrandis, didn't your husband come with you today?"

"He's been at the border recently, busy regrouping his troops~"

Haha, it really is such a greeting, just like we say that the weather is really nice today.Hearing the greetings of the two elves, Griffith was speechless, and then laughed in his heart:

"Let me imitate it. Well, so and so...

"Good afternoon, my lord, the birth rate has dropped again this year;

"Good afternoon, honorable elders, this year's fertility rate has dropped again, and our first topic today is this year's fertility rate has dropped again.

"Ahahahaha! Such a conversation is so embarrassing!"

Griffith himself simulated the Canaan Senate in his mind and then smiled crookedly.

"Who is this?" The beautiful elf lady with the child noticed his smile and asked politely and suspiciously.

"My friend and classmate, the quasi-knight of Griffith," Galadia glared at the smirking Griffith, "this is Ms. Serrandis, the wise seer."

"Hello, Ms. Serrandis," Griffith desperately suppressed his smile, "This year's birth rate has dropped again."

　There is another update at noon today

　　
　
(End of this chapter)