Chapter 122 Chapter 123 Invitation to Professionals
The burly elven maid felt her intelligence insulted; she scolded, “You’re insane!”
Mr. Dongdong ignored her and continued to speak with his head down, “He will definitely not spare me. You don’t understand; you have no idea how terrifying he is.”
Among those present, only Eve Frostleaf stroked her chin seriously and said, “A cunning devil.”
“Lady Frostleaf, you can’t possibly believe that there’s a devil who wields a weapon called… what was it? Bunny?”
“The fluffy tail of a pink fluffy bunny,” Eve Frostleaf said. “We need the help of professionals.”
The burly elven maid immediately became vigilant.
Frostleaf was exaggerating the devil that the human madman spoke of; this way, she had a reason to ask the temple for assistance. Such a powerful devil undoubtedly required the strongest paladin’s help.
Wasn’t she just thinking of that hero named George? This won’t do! Others might, but he couldn’t. Last time, he and Lady Frostleaf camped in the wild for almost half a year.
If it happened again, would it not lead to an inevitable outcome?
A terrifying image jumped into the maid’s mind: a hairy gorilla pressing down on the proud Frostleaf.
The burly elven maid immediately felt a wave of nausea.
If that were to happen, the elven queen would most likely have to be exiled to the west, battling with the dark elves on desolate and cold land.
The maid quickly rebutted, “Lady Frostleaf, how could there be a devil with the left eye sealed by infernal flames, wielding a pink fluffy bunny? I’ve never even heard of a devil regaining strength by a dirty yellow book.”
Eve Frostleaf replied, “That is precisely his cunning; as long as the truth is absurd enough, no one will believe it when it’s spoken.”
“That’s ridiculous,” the burly elven maid said. “Let’s have the temple check the records; in which era was there such a devil?”
At that moment, the door to the interrogation room opened, and a temple scribe brought over a large pile of records, saying, “Honorable elven allies, we have found twelve similar accounts. Would you like to take a look?”
The burly elven maid said, “Uh… it must be because he spoke too broadly. When has a hero ever slain a devil without the assistance of the gods?”
Eve Frostleaf said, “He has been resurrected twelve times; he is a fearsome demon.”
“Lady Frostleaf!”
Eve Frostleaf coldly shot a glance at the burly elven maid, “I have made up my mind.”
Ten minutes later.
Eve Frostleaf handed a piece of paper to the temple attendant.
“Investigating the devil, the military is useless, so you hope to get professional help? This conspiracy has caused great insult to Her Majesty the Elven Queen’s reputation. Our temple will certainly provide the necessary assistance.”
The burly elven maid hurriedly said in the common tongue, “No need to involve a hero; we understand the temple has many matters to attend to.”
The priest in charge of reception looked at the consistently proud elves with some puzzlement. In his experience, this arrogant group of elves would not be so considerate.
“So, high-end combat power?”
“That’s not necessary! We elves are not weak.”
“Just so happens that Bishop Gregory, who is responsible for combat, is currently on an emergency mission. There is someone in the temple suitable for this,” the reception priest said, rummaging through a drawer labeled “Heroes Available,” and continued, “It’s him.”
The maid protested loudly, “Emphasizing once again, we don’t need a hero.”
“He’s not a hero.”
Eve Frostleaf took the card and said, “I don’t need assistance that is too weak.”
“You elves have such strange demands.”
Eve Frostleaf glanced at the card.
It read: George Hammer.
Status: Resting, available for action at any time.
The maid leaned over and protested loudly, “You humans! Cunning and despicable, why is it him again? It was agreed not to send a hero.”
The reception priest, accustomed to the elven disdain, shrugged and said, “He lost his title of hero a year ago due to a disciplinary violation and has regressed in strength.”
“A tainted paladin from the temple is not worthy of Lady Frostleaf. Huh? Lady Frostleaf?”
The elven maid suddenly realized that in just a short moment, Eve Frostleaf had disappeared beside her.
“She just went out.”
“Lady Frostleaf! Wait for me.”
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Inside the inner city of White City.
Eve Frostleaf strolled along the stone streets of the temple with her long legs, the sunlight filtering through thin white silk, casting a hazy skin tone. The elven maid ran a little to catch up with Eve Frostleaf’s pace.
The maid gasped, “Lady Frostleaf, wait for me!”
But in the time it took her to catch her breath, Eve Frostleaf was once again several meters ahead.
George Hammer also gasped for breath. He looked up, using the towel around his neck to wipe his sweat, admiring his work.
A slightly yellowed white dragon skull leaned against a stone house, its open mouth facing the courtyard door, and two horns slanted upward toward the sky.
George carefully measured it and found it slightly askew; he pushed it again to straighten the dragon skull.
“Thud thud thud…”
A series of footsteps slowed, entering his ears.
“George.”
George turned his head and first saw a pair of long legs encased in white silk, wearing high heels, which made the shoe’s owner appear intimidatingly tall to ordinary people, but fortunately, George was tall himself.
“Eve?”
Eve Frostleaf slowed her pace, her fair, exotic-looking face remained expressionless, making it impossible to tell her current emotions.
Jima always said I looked like a wooden plank; she should take a look at Eve.
George couldn’t help but think of that infuriating succubus.
The maid beside Eve Frostleaf caught up, irritably addressing George in the common tongue, “Human, call her Lady Frostleaf.”
“We’re not superior and subordinate.”
The elven maid was about to say something, but Eve Frostleaf raised her hand to stop her.
George asked, “Eve, what are you doing here?”
“I have legs, so I can be wherever I want,” Eve Frostleaf appraised George and said, “It’s been a while.”
“Not too long; the last time was in spring, just about three months ago,” George said, “You said elves treat a month like a day.”
Eve Frostleaf replied, “A long, long time.”
George couldn’t understand why Eve’s perception of time seemed to have changed.
Was it because of the curse?
George felt that he had deduced the correct answer, saying, “Is it because the curse from the demon king has not been resolved?”
Eve Frostleaf fell silent.
The elven maid felt a sigh of relief inwardly.
Eve Frostleaf’s gloved hand brushed against the silver bow at her waist and said, “It’s been mostly resolved.”
“Congratulations. Are you here at the temple seeking help with the curse?”
“Not for now,” Eve Frostleaf clarified. “Perhaps in the future.”
“You can call on me if there’s anything then,” George said. “I didn’t expect the demon king to be able to cast a curse right before his death.”
“Definitely.”
George seemed to see the corners of Eve Frostleaf’s mouth slightly lift. Blinking, he found she was not smiling, making him suspect it was just his illusion.
Eve Frostleaf looked at the dragon skull in front of the stone house and asked, “What is this?”
“From the last mission; due to intelligence errors, the mastermind was a green dragon.”
“Impressive, George,” Eve Frostleaf said. “Why did you place it here?”
“An agreement with Jima, though she should have forgotten by now.” George smiled, recalling, “At that time, the area outside the city was filled with noisy orcs; we had just discovered a green dragon was up to no good. While it fled, it incited part of the guarding army; I was in mutual suspicion with the city commander, thus in a dire situation. She was very optimistic, saying if she slayed the dragon, she would place the dragon’s skull in front of her humble house. By then, all the palaces in the world would pale in comparison to her own house.”
George chuckled, “But then some issues arose, she was expelled from the temple, and naturally, she forgot about it. The house still stands, but the person inside has left.”
After saying this, he inexplicably felt the air grow cold. George looked at Eve Frostleaf and felt her face was like a leaf covered in frost.
