They recognized their feelings, but the knight had been reincarnated as a fox cub

"???"

Damn, Erin, why is your imagination so rich?

Before I even start massaging her waist, I'm already imagining her lying on the bed, exposing her waist and back for me to massage?

Why do you have to expose your back? Can't you rub it through clothes? You have to expose your back to rub your back, right?

Also, if you think it's dirty, why don't you wear gloves? And she just said it casually, why did you take it seriously?

"Why are you still standing there? Don't you like me giving you a back rub? If you miss this opportunity, you'll never get it again." Irene snorted coldly.

"No need, my back has miraculously healed again." Fei'er waved her hand to refuse.

She now wondered if there were no normal people among the elves. Why did everyone have such strange thoughts?

It even made her want to open their heads and see if there was something wrong with their brain circuits.

"Tsk, forget it. Don't come to me if you regret it later." Irene said coldly, but she was reluctant to leave the room.

Magic.

When Fei'er was thinking this, a golden retriever lying on the bed finally woke up.

She felt the corners of her mouth were wet. She slowly opened her eyes, stretched herself, and let out waves of joy.

Is this what it feels like to sleep until you wake up naturally? ~

How many years has it been since she last felt this comfortable?

"Hmm, huh~~" The elf girl stretched, but had no intention of getting up. She collapsed back on the bed like mud, hugging the pillow, with happiness written all over her face.

Still Fox? ?

Fei'er's mouth twitched, wondering if her words had been snatched away.

"Hehe, hehehe~ The pillow is so fragrant and soft~" Just as she was still reveling in this boundless world of happiness, she raised her eyes casually, and her happy expression froze in an instant.

Irene was fine, it was not her first time seeing it, so she was not that shocked.

As for Fei'er... forget it, there is no normal person among the elves, and she used to talk some inexplicable things in her sleep, but she is used to it.

Oh no, oh no! This is terrible!

How come there are two people watching her, but she doesn't notice?

Is her perception ability degenerating? This shouldn't be the case?

Also, why is Irene back?

Ceres was thinking about sneaking back in the middle of the night after a good night's sleep, and then when Irene came back during the day, she would pretend that she had come back early and had done nothing.

Time management guru.

Celeste felt that with her self-control, she could sneak back in the middle of the night.

However, man proposes, God disposes. She didn't expect that she would forget the time when she fell asleep and slept until daytime.

"Good morning, both of you." She tried her best to put on her usual elegant and proper ladylike appearance to maintain her remaining image.

Little did she know that in Fei'er's eyes, this weird elf woman had nothing to do with the word lady anymore.

"Now, it's afternoon." After a long time, Fei'er corrected.

"............" Her eyes moved to the window, and seeing the scorching sun, Ceres felt very embarrassed.

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"Ahem... Irene, I finished my work a little late last night, and was too sleepy when I came back. I forgot to check the house number, so I stayed in Miss Fei'er's room for one night." Returning to their room, Ceres regained her usual decent, elegant and warm smile, which was even brighter than the sun outside the window that moistened the earth.

It was as if she was giving a powerful explanation, rather than something so weak that it couldn't even fool a three-year-old.

No matter how she acted with ease, it had left an indelible shadow in Irene's heart.

It was also at this moment that Irene suddenly had an idea.

Maybe that guy was right.

It seems that our queen is indeed a little too good at playing power games and is a little bit dark.

She kind of agreed.

Chapter 134: 26~Watch me send the holy wood of the elves to the sky

"......So, the attempt to kill the Holy Envoy has failed?" In the dim hall, a tall and burly middle-aged man with a hawk-like face, wearing a crown, sat on a cold stone seat.

A broad-shouldered man wearing a mink cape and a wolf fur coat sat casually on a high seat, his ten fingers covered with rings, decorated like a Christmas tree.

He leaned his elbows on the armrests and supported his head with one hand, staring with contempt at the guards who were kneeling and trembling on the ground below. Two graceful elf girls were kneeling beside his legs. Their clothes were disheveled, their eyes were dull, and their faces were full of dejection and confusion, as if they had given up all hope of living.

"Yes, we failed." The guard concealed his fear and pretended to be calm as much as possible.

The man in front of him was moody and ruthless. As the saying goes, serving a king is like serving a tiger. In the entire northern tribes, no one dared to openly disobey him, even now that he was forced to the forefront.

"twice?"

"Yes." The guard lowered his head. The order was not given by him. He was only responsible for conveying it. It's not possible that someone would take out their anger on him if something went wrong, right?

Hey, you know what, it's really possible. Given the character of the ferocious beast in front of us, it is entirely possible that it would take it out on anyone if they have a disagreement.

The leader of the northern tribes, the 'ferocious beast' Sandil is such an unreasonable and extremely cruel person.

Relying on the perfect plan implemented by the information gap, he could have captured the two holy envoys sent from the Sage City to increase his bargaining chips. In order to prevent any mishaps, he even sent out a whole team of shadow legions.

It seemed as if God was against him. Just when he was about to succeed, the dream barrier that had been convulsing miraculously revived.

The elite secret guards he had carefully trained were completely wiped out. He was about to achieve the great feat of expanding the territory, but it was destroyed halfway due to an accident whose cause is still unknown. Anyone would be so angry that their blood pressure would soar after losing everything in such an all-in-one bet.

Thinking of this, the guard felt that he might not live long.

He felt that he might die, become the target of the ferocious beast's wrath, and die from an unexpected disaster.

Every job has its own place. He still remembers that his predecessor died in this way. Before he could react, his head exploded like a watermelon, and he was carried away by a professional team that had been waiting nearby.

"Okay, I get it, let's go."

What the guards didn't expect was that this moody beast said nothing and did nothing. His tone was the same as usual, and it was impossible to tell whether he was sad or happy.

"Chief, in addition to this, memorials from various tribes have also been delivered." After hesitating for a moment, the guard said.

"It's all burned." Sandil said without a second thought, his rough voice sounding deep.

He knew what was written on the scraps of paper without even looking.

It's nothing more than a question of his leadership ability.

Not only did the country waste its national strength in launching wars which ultimately ended in failure, but nothing has been gained from provoking disputes to this day.

Probably all the tribal leaders felt that he had no way of governing the country and would only waste the savings of the northern tribes over the years.

The northern tribes originated in the snowfields and have a shorter history than other countries on the continent. Such a group of tough, rugged, brave and warlike people were born under the most extreme and harsh environment. Hundreds of years ago, through the conquest of a tribal chosen warrior, they were finally unified from loose and independent tribes into the northern tribes.

Tribal civilization has always respected the strong and despised the weak. Whoever has the bigger fist becomes the boss. Naturally, everyone has no objection to being led by the strongest person.

But a hundred years later, the leader died and the position became vacant. These aggressive tribesmen fought fiercely to decide who would be the next leader.

Physical.

Just a few decades ago, the position of leader was finally decided, and was taken by Sandil, the cousin of the first leader.

After Sandil stood on the podium in front of all the tribal leaders and swore that he would carry out the will of the Snow Wolf and lead the tribe to a higher level, after a long period of keeping a low profile, Sandil seized the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and launched a war against the land of the elves.

In terms of fighting and ferocity, how could the weak elves who grew up eating grass be the opponents of the tall and strong tribesmen who grew up drinking wolf milk? ?

At the beginning of the war, the elves were almost defeated. As a medieval race with a profound heritage, the elves lost face, which caused many countries on the continent at that time to be shocked when they saw it.

I thought you were a tiger with claws and fangs, but I didn't expect you to be not even a cat? At least cats will scratch people when they are bullied.

At that time, not only the northern tribes, but many forces, after seeing the elves shattered at the touch, were eager to get a piece of the pie.

Who doesn't want to pinch a soft persimmon?

Fortunately, at the critical moment, the man that Sandil hated so much appeared and kicked these northern barbarians back to their hometown. Otherwise, the elves might have been divided up by the major powers and countries long ago.

But no matter how much he hated it, Sandil could only blame himself for not being strong enough.

The man's strength was obvious to all, and the northern tribes always respected the strong, so when he was still alive, the northern tribes did not dare to make any small moves until they heard of his death.

This time, no one could help those weak pointy ears.

An innocent man is guilty of possessing a treasure. On the snowy plain, the cowardly lamb can only become the snow wolf's dinner.

"Heh." Sandil kicked the elf girl next to him away, stood up with his hands behind his back.

"Do those restless old guys really think I gained nothing in the land of elves?"

In his eyes, the leaders who coveted his position were a bunch of idiots, and the elves were also a bunch of idiots.

It is extremely foolish to have lived in this rich and fertile land for thousands of years without discovering any real treasures.

All sacrifices are valuable because he is the only winner in the end.

"Just wait." Sandil stood up and muttered to himself. "When I get the elf land, don't beg me."

Once the collected amount is enough, use 'that thing' to blast the holy city and holy tree that the elves are proud of into the sky!

Now, we must lie in wait and wait for the next opportunity to come.

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"It's so quiet."

"Hmm?" Hearing the words of the snow elf girl working at her desk, Irene raised her eyes in confusion. "What did you say?"

"Don't you think it's been a little too quiet lately?"

"From your tone, do you want something more exciting?" Irene glanced at Dale. "It's already exciting enough. A few days ago, a group of tribal barbarians accidentally ran into a nearby village, attacked and burned the village, and kidnapped many villagers."

"It's okay to be more exciting. I really like excitement." Dale didn't even look up. "But that's not what I'm talking about."

"Those termites lurking in the land of elves are too quiet."

"I'm a little uncomfortable not hearing their noisy voices."

"What do you think they are planning? But didn't you say a few days ago that this was their tactic of besieging a point and attacking its reinforcements? We must not allocate troops to go out of the city to fight."

"The other day was the other day." Dale put away the quill. "They haven't made any moves for a long time, just burning villages, and they always get caught in the act. It doesn't seem like they're doing anything serious."

"Then why not just take the initiative?" Irene raised her eyebrows. "We still don't know how many villages have been attacked when we weren't looking."

"Some of our compatriots must have been abducted by these stragglers. We must rescue them."

"Don't worry." Dale's eyes were as calm as ever. "If their intention was to split us up, they should have changed their tactics today because we won't take the bait."

"What I'm worried about is that they are being so quiet for some other reason."

"I think, the ones still left in the Elf Land are just a group of lost guerrillas. They are bumping around in the Elf Land like headless flies, just like a group of bandits." Irene said coldly, while lifting her beautiful legs in black silk stockings. Her plump breasts shook a few times with her movements.

"The most effective way to deal with bandits is to take the initiative and wipe them out directly."

"Instead of hesitating like this, it is better to go out and fight directly and send these impolite barbarians back home."

Dale remained silent. She really had no idea what the northern tribes were doing.

Staying in the elves' land forever will only make them more and more passive. Once the elves know that they have nothing, they can wipe them out with a heavy blow.

But they just wanted to stay in the land of elves, which was like an open call for them to take the initiative.

This looks too much like a trap, but what if it’s a game within a game?

"If it were her, what would she do?" Dale muttered to herself, unable to make up her mind.

"what?"

"Nothing." Dale closed his eyes, but could not sense the magical fluctuations that he had deliberately set up.

Discovered? ?

There was a flash of surprise in Dale's eyes.

Canned Man, have you grown up? ?

Who taught her?

Thinking about it this way, it seemed that after they met, she felt that Fei'er had become different, but she couldn't tell exactly where the difference was.