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Chapter 222 I Love Hell Jokes
"Do you know ice cream? Put milk and sugar into a roller-shaped ice cream machine, use ice magic to control the temperature, and spin it for a while to get this cold dessert."

"If you haven't had it, you can try it. Everyone likes ice cream."

"So, my question is: Are humans an ice cream machine for dogs?"

"What the hell are you talking about? I give in. I admit defeat. Please stop talking!"

Today, Bed City Square is still crowded, but some different activities are taking place.

People spontaneously left a circular open space, where a fierce duel was taking place.

There was no fistfighting, it was a pure literary fight, relying only on the words of both sides to win.

The conditions for victory are very simple. No matter what you say, as long as you leave the other party speechless/unable to refute/break their defense, etc., or get the most support from the audience, you will automatically win.

The defending party is the elf, yes, the elf that came to Bed City a few days ago.

With a thin and small body, a completely undeveloped figure, thick glasses and expressionless cheeks, the one who took the position of BOSS in this verbal duel was the three-no girl among the elves.

"What a strong woman! Whoever comes up next must shut her up!"

"This group of arrogant elves have been messing around in the city these days. Our dignity has been challenged. Damn it! I must win!"

"Let me do it. I'm a knowledgeable bard!"

Seeing the new victim coming up, the girl pushed her glasses and asked calmly like an old man:

"What is the whitest thing of the black ape slave who is good at picking cotton?"

"Haha, that's too easy," the bard laughed disdainfully, "The whitest teeth."

"No, it's their master who is the whitest."

"what!?"

The bard's body shuddered. The barbarians living in the north were good at enslaving monsters like black apes to work for them, and the barbarians did have the whitest skin.

This, what this elf said makes a lot of sense!
"Ahem," the bard coughed pretending to be calm, "Let's talk about adult topics and be more mature, okay?"

Perhaps because the Sanwu girl looked really young, he planned to start the discussion with mature topics, such as
"Okay." The Sanwu girl nodded. "How many gold coins can you earn every month?"

"Oh!" The onlookers exclaimed, this topic was too mature.

"What?" The bard was stunned. He actually calculated how much money he could earn every month. In the end, he found that he only earned a few silver coins a month.
"Is there any loan?" the elf asked.

"Have"

“Have you paid it off?”

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“Can I pay it back? Will I borrow again? Are the things I bought with borrowed money really useful in my life?”

"By the way, I own the copyright to the Hardening Potion, and I can earn at least a few gold coins every month."

"Stop, stop, stop!"

The bard seemed to be hit by a burst of air. His face turned pale and he waved his hands repeatedly, hating himself for changing the topic to maturity.

He couldn't hold on any longer. The elf's mouth was indeed powerful, but
"Let's compare the last one. Look at the picture and see."

He took out a painting and said, "This is a painting by my friend. The guard of the Earl's family is comforting a child. His father died in a carriage accident while driving drunk. If you were the guard, how would you comfort the child? I'll tell you first."

In the picture, the guard is holding a crying child and pointing far away outside the picture, as if he wants to use something to distract the child's attention from the broken carriage behind him.

"Oh, my poor child, please don't worry. Your father did something wrong, but you shouldn't bear his fault. I will fulfill my duty as a believer of the Holy Light and take care of you and let you bathe in..."

The bard spoke with great emotion, and then he started singing as if he was in an Indian musical. His singing skills were really good.

But I always feel that what he said is nothing new, and is old-fashioned and clichéd.

After patiently waiting for the bard to finish singing, the Three-Nothing Elf raised his hand and imitated the guard's movements, saying calmly:
"Look, that's the orphanage you'll be going to in the future."

"puff--"

The people who were still drinking water in the crowd burst out spraying.

The believers of the church raised their heads, stared at the elves in disbelief, trembling all over and praying in a low voice.

Some people slapped their thighs and laughed wildly. With someone taking the lead, more laughter followed.

"You, you, you..." The bard pointed at her, speechless. He was shocked at how such a cute child could say such cold words.

And this is not comforting at all! Are you sure the child won’t choose the trapeze artist after hearing what you said! ?
This doesn't qualify, even though you made people laugh the loudest, it doesn't qualify!

He was about to retort when he suddenly heard a desperate scream.

"Lizina! What are you doing!?"

"Oh?" The three-nothing elf called Lizna turned to look at the source of the sound, and the people also looked over.

However, everyone only felt a gust of wind blowing, and in the blink of an eye, not only did they not see who was shouting, but even Lizna had disappeared.

"Is there a ghost?"

"Do you think the voice just now sounds familiar? It seems like you've heard it somewhere before."

"Hiss, why does it feel so much like Stellan?"

"It doesn't look very similar, it must be her!"

Ignoring the noise of the crowd, the wind rushed through the streets and finally stopped in a dim alley.

"huh, huh"

Stellan was panting heavily, her pretty face flushed red. She bent down and grabbed Lizna's thin shoulders and shook her, saying, "What were you talking about just now? How could you say that in public!"

"But they were laughing happily." Liznai said expressionlessly, "Also, you scratched me and hurt me."

"Oh, I'm sorry!"

Stellan took two steps back and suddenly realized that it was the other party who should apologize. Telling jokes about hell in broad daylight would lower outsiders' overall impression of the elves!

Such a person is actually from the same clan as me. I am so unlucky now!

So she stared at Liznai angrily, trying to force her into submission with her eyes. But the latter just took off her glasses and gave her dead fish eyes in response, with an attitude of "let him be strong, the wind blows over the hills".

In the end, Stellan was the first to hand in the letter of surrender.

"Alas," she sighed, "where are the others? How did you get here so quickly?"

"Arrived a long time ago."

Lizna looked her up and down and said, "You are still the same as before. You never dare to look me in the eye when you talk. Haven't you cured your inferiority complex?"

"That's because your dead fish eyes are too scary."

"Just think of it as low self-esteem. It's okay. I'm here to help you this time. You can regain your confidence after clearing the dungeon."

"Thank you so much, but I've already cleared the game, so just go back to where you came from."

"Really?" Liznay obviously didn't believe her. She pointed at Stellan's tattered clothes and said, "Then why are you in such a mess? Your waist is exposed. You have no shame. If you don't have money to buy more fabric, I can lend you some."

"This is normal attire outside the forest! I call this sexy, sexy!"

"Just your two little mounds?"

"Well"

Stellan was silent for a moment. She had never been able to win an argument before, and if she continued she would probably burst into tears.

The corners of Liznai's mouth raised a few pixels, and she walked forward holding the book. "Go meet Aunt Weienma, everyone is waiting for you."

"Um"

"But first change your clothes. Your waist and calves are completely exposed. It's very indecent."

"I told you this is normal attire!"

The two of them collected the "wandering" elves as they walked.

They found Melgar who was drunk in the tavern, the elf cool guy who sneaked into the troupe to perform, the elf gourmet who stole potted plants from house to house, and...
In short, everyone had to argue with Stellan, after all, those who came so far to Bed City were her former enemies.

Damn it, no one comes to see me? Stellan thought sadly.

After finally gathering all the seven dragon balls. No, after finally gathering all the scattered elves, Liznai brought Stellan to a large mansion, which was the temporary residence rented by the elves.

It is more than enough to accommodate these twenty or so elves, but most of them do not return home at night and no one knows what they are doing.

"Is Aunt Vienma here?"

Stellan was a little nervous. Although Vainma was very gentle to her, she was very strict at times, which made her love and fear her. She would rather quarrel with Liznay all day long than see this aunt.

But she had to face it eventually, so she pushed open the door as if she had accepted her fate.

The moment the door opened, the fragrance of flowers penetrated into the nose, instantly refreshing.

Weienma was sitting on the sofa facing the door. She sat in a dignified posture, flipping through Roger's manuscript casually. She raised her head slightly when she heard the noise.

"Aunt." Stellan forced a smile. She really wanted to find someone to rely on at this moment, but there was no one nearby.

Weienma looked her up and down, and said:

"Why are you dressed so immodestly?"

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Most elves have very conservative views.

Stellan was already tired of explaining that her leather armor, which only exposed her waist and calves, was considered quite conservative among adventurers, so she said something inexplicably wrong:
"I learned magic that the less you wear, the higher your defense will be."

“I see.” Weinmah nodded, bent down, took out three leaves from under her skirt and handed them to her.

"Wear this for better defense."

Stellan didn't dare to move, because she could see that her aunt was angry because of her deception.

"I'll help you put them on." Two flexible vines emerged from Weinmah's sleeves and were about to strip off the other person's clothes. Stellan decisively backed down.

"I was wrong auntie!"

"Humph."

A moment later, the hall was filled with elves. Stellan was at the center of everyone's attention and had never felt so pressured.

For a moment she wanted to just run away.

Just then, Vainma spoke.

"Stella."

"Here!" Stellan shuddered.

"Relax, don't be so reserved. I heard from President Sid about your active performance, which was very good and did not embarrass your mother."

Wei'enma's eyes suddenly became gentle. "I already know how dangerous that dungeon is, and you were able to achieve something there. Thank you for your hard work. It must be very tiring."

I am only physically tired, but you make me feel tired mentally. Stellan only dared to think so in her heart.

"I bring greetings from the Queen - your mother."

Weinmah took out the emerald green envelope, and just as Stellan was about to take it, she suddenly changed the subject.

"But before that, would you like to talk to us about Thane?"

Talking about Sion? Why? I've already cleared the game, I don't need you to come in—

“I’m very interested in that.”

Wei Enma smiled and said, "If possible, please act as a guide and take us there. We haven't moved around for a long time, so it's time to visit some interesting places."

Stellan's expression could only be described as numb. She hadn't expected that her previous scouting of the lake area would actually come in handy.

Now she can show off her skills in front of her enemies, but she has to warn them beforehand:
“Hell is ahead.”

Anyone who gets involved with Sean will have a miserable experience!
(End of this chapter)