Mr. Dragon Knight, the dragon girls are chasing you!

Luo Ye looked at the elven girl opposite him, who was sitting stiffly but had already devoured all three dishes on the table. After a couple of seconds of silence, he decided to find out more about her background first.

"What's your name? I can't keep calling you 'Feed'."

The girl gently wiped her mouth, sat up straight with proper posture, and said in a clear and crisp voice, "My name is Eleanor."

"Eileen Nor?" Luo Ye nodded, then casually asked, "What's her last name?"

Eleanor paused for a moment, a look of confusion appearing in her blue eyes.

She opened her mouth, then closed it again, her brows furrowing slightly, as if she were carefully flipping through a book in her mind that was missing too many pages.

"...I don't remember."

"Which tribe of the elves are you from?" Luo Ye asked casually, changing his question.

Eleanor remained silent for even longer.

"What about your family?"

"I don't remember."

"How old are you?"

"...I don't remember."

"So where did you come from?"

"...I've forgotten that too."

At that moment, the system's long-lost voice rang in my mind:

[System Notification: Side quest triggered - The Amnesiac Elf's Obsession]

[Task Description: ???]

[Task Reward: ???]

[Task Objective: You are free to choose whether to accept this task; there are no mandatory follow-up burdens.]

[System Evaluation: This side quest does not contain any mandatory task nodes; progress is entirely at the host's discretion.]

[However, the host should be reminded that amnesiac characters often have hidden identities, and the host is advised to handle relationships with target units with caution.]

Luo Ye: "..."

He picked up his teacup and took a sip, a familiar feeling welling up inside him.

He increasingly felt that the delicate, porcelain-doll-like girl in front of him was a walking enigma.

There is only one certain piece of information about his entire body—

She is looking for a man named "White Night".

As for why she wanted to find him, and what she would do after finding him, she couldn't describe it clearly herself. She just kept repeating the same sentence: "Take him back to the Elf Forest."

Luo Ye couldn't help but silently complain in his heart:

"With your memory like that, forgetting things in seven seconds like a goldfish, finding anyone is a huge problem. Let alone bringing them back to the Elf Forest? You probably haven't even remembered which way your own front door faces."

More importantly, he now understands better than anyone else—

"White Night" is most likely himself.

He wasn't quite sure how he had managed to provoke an elven girl when he was farming ruins in the human frontier back then.

Back then, all my attention was focused on grinding dungeons, leveling up, accumulating experience, and defeating the Dragon King. I encountered very few elven NPCs, let alone had any interaction with them.

Forget it, take one step at a time.

It doesn't matter if he can't remember; for him now, having one more side quest or one less side quest makes little difference.

With only twenty-odd days left to live, once the main quest is completed, it will basically be over.

This side quest is just something I did to casually complete all the achievements before the game ended.

"How about this?" Luo Ye put down his teacup, looking into the pair of sapphire-like eyes opposite him, his tone casual and gentle.

"It's too dangerous for you to wander around alone in your current state. I'm going to the capital anyway, do you want to come with me? I'll keep an eye out for news about 'White Night' along the way."

Eleanor blinked in disbelief, as if she could hardly believe that this stranger was willing to take her on the journey.

She hesitated for a few seconds, then asked softly, "Won't...won't this be too much trouble for you?"

"No, not at all." Luo Ye smiled. "I was just in a hurry anyway, having another travel companion is all I need."

"And—" he paused.

"I'm afraid that if I don't take care of you, you'll starve to death before you even reach the capital."

Eleanor's cheeks flushed slightly. She lowered her head and whispered "thank you," her fingers twisting the edge of her tattered cloak. She remained silent.

[System notification: The elven girl, Eleanor, has joined the temporary companion queue.]

[System Evaluation: Host, your popularity with women has extended to the Elven race. The system would like to ask you, do you have any other beauties of other races?]

[System notification: The time remaining until the four Dragon Kings discover your secret possession of a female elf is... unknown.]

[System pop-up window × N: Are you really not afraid of dying?]

Luo Ye mentally gave the system the middle finger without any expression.

Just then, a burst of noisy footsteps and boisterous laughter suddenly came from the restaurant entrance.

"Hahaha, what did I tell you? What good stuff could this run-down town possibly have? There isn't even a decent woman—"

A burly man with a face full of scars pushed open the restaurant door, followed by five or six men dressed in a fierce manner, with knives at their waists, reeking of alcohol, clearly members of an adventure team who had just come from drinking at a tavern.

The burly man's gaze swept around the restaurant, his expression initially showing disdain, but it froze the moment it landed on the blond figure by the window.

His gaze shifted from casual to a fixed, greedy stare.

"Wow, an elven girl?"

The burly man's eyes lit up, and he rubbed his rough hands together as he walked straight toward Eleanor.

He clearly didn't pay any attention to Luo Ye by the window. When he walked to Eleanor's table, he even deliberately pushed the corner of the table, causing it to wobble and the porcelain plates to make a crisp sound.

Eleanor was startled and instinctively shrank back, her knuckles turning slightly white as she gripped the hem of her clothes, her blue eyes filled with obvious tension and unease.

"Little girl, want to chat with your brother for a bit?" The burly man grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth, and reached out to stroke Eleanor's golden hair that fell onto the table.

Luo Ye put down her teacup with a soft sound, interrupting the burly man's actions.

"Take your hand away."

His tone was calm and even, sounding less like a threat and more like a casual reminder.

The burly man paused, glanced sideways at Luo Ye, and sized him up.

He was young, dressed simply, and didn't even carry a decent weapon. The only thing he carried was wrapped tightly in tattered rags, which looked like it was just for show to intimidate people.

How dare a seemingly weak and helpless pretty boy challenge me?

The burly man scoffed disdainfully, his tone contemptuous: "Kid, if you know what's good for you, get lost. I've taken a liking to this elfin girl; she's my guest tonight. If you're smart, don't get in my way."

Luo Ye sighed softly, as if regretting that the other party had chosen the wrong unlucky person for today, and then slowly stood up.

He was tall and slender, and when he stood up straight, he was half a head taller than a strong man.

But he showed no sign of killing intent; he appeared gentle and harmless, making it easy for people to remain unsuspecting.

The burly man paused for a moment, then grinned cruelly and winked at his companion behind him.

The meaning was clear: a fool who doesn't know his own limits, it's a good opportunity to loosen up his muscles.

The members of his adventure team behind him also showed expressions of anticipation, some even crossing their arms and watching the impending tragedy with great interest.

Unfortunately, they couldn't understand the look in Luo Ye's eyes before he actually made his move.

Eileen Norn nervously grabbed Luo Ye's clothes and whispered her suggestion: "Let's... let's run! Should we pack up the rest...?"

She pointed to a newly served plate of spare ribs on the table.

Luo Ye: "..."

No way, you're still thinking about ribs at a time like this? What kind of foodie are you?

Luo Ye gently raised his hand, pulling Eileen Norl behind him, then met the burly man's bloodshot eyes:

I'm saying it one last time, get out.