Diablo Destruction

"..."

"Where to start?"

Early the next morning, at a moment that made me think I was still dreaming with my eyes wide open, the little ghost actually got up early.

Now, standing at the foot of the Crystal Tree, looking up at the huge thing in front of her that can cover the entire sky above her head, our Holy Lady looks quite troubled.

Based on my understanding of her, this huge crystal tree is now like a big house made of cakes in her eyes. Now she is just considering whether to start with the cake table decorated with fruits or choose that one. A big bed of cakes covered with sweet cream.

"Okay, let's start here."

After a moment, the little ghost decisively found the target, then said "Ah~" with a happy expression, and bit into the root of the Crystal Tree.

"..."

Before she could get closer, the next moment, I had already lifted the little saint up high.

"Let me go, let me go, stupid Xiaofan~~, he is just a servant of this saint, and he dares to stop this saint's meal time~~"

"Touch~~"

"Wow!!"

The little ghost obediently stopped struggling after enjoying the blow. He looked at me up and down with the sharp eyes of an elite boxer in a gladiatorial arena, trying to find a flaw that could deliver a fatal blow.

"I'm not interested in interrupting your meal time, but I definitely can't let you start eating from here."

I kissed the little guy's face indifferently and said.

This idiot saint did it on purpose, she definitely did it on purpose, she actually wanted to eat it from the root of the Crystal Tree. Could it be that she planned to knock down the entire Crystal Tree and take it home to eat slowly? !

Leaving aside what the reaction of the elves will be, the biggest problem is how to carry the Crystal Tree back. Not to mention me, even if the three demon gods come together, they will never be able to transport this tree that is thousands of meters high and covers the sky. The sun-blocking tree canopy shrouded nearly one-twentieth of the entire inner city of the Elf King, and the behemoth inside was carried back to Rogge's camp.

So, just be obedient and eat from it. With the size and growth rate of the Crystal Tree, even if there are ten more little ghosts, there will still be an endless supply.

No, if we add ten more little ghosts...

Eleven luminous bodies rushed over using ghost body shells together, biting at themselves, complaining to themselves, and gnawing diamonds together. Just imagining this is enough to make my face show despair. color.

To me, this is definitely something more disappointing than the arrival of the three demon gods in the first world.

"I don't want to eat from above. I finally got permission from Xiao Yalanlan. I don't want to eat secretly in the canopy like yesterday."

The little ghost, whom I was holding by the collar, struggled hard, looking determined that he would rather die than obey.

"..."

You also know that what you did yesterday was stealing food.

"Why are you so obsessed with starting from the roots? Isn't the crown of the tree the same? You see those whirling trees are successful, yes.

After completing the above steps, it's probably enough to show affection. Although Artoria's character is stubborn, she is not a cold-blooded person. The reason why she usually looks strict and cold-hearted is just because of her status as a [King]. Just so that she can't have the slightest emotion.

This method is quite effective. No, Arturia began to waver. She looked at the pile of documents on the table and then at me. She was spinning at high speed and began to weigh the importance.

At this time, all he needed to do was add a feather to the scale to make Arturia completely fall to his side.

At my suggestion, Lyman walked in with two elf elders, slowly and with a smile.

"Elder Leman, why are you here?"

Artoria looked at the other party in surprise. Was there something urgent? Thinking of this, her pretty face that had just relaxed suddenly became serious, but Lyman's next words made her fall into distress again.

"Please forgive me for being rude, Your Highness the Queen. I heard all of your conversation outside. Indeed, as Her Highness the Prince said, you are now not only a king, but also a wife, and you should fulfill your duties well." A wife’s duty is hers, is it possible that you have forgotten the vows you made on your wedding day?”

"Yes, I am unfamiliar with the place in the elves. Apart from Artoria, there is no one I can talk to. After the wedding, when Artoria stayed in the study to work, I had no choice but to Hiding alone in a dark, damp corner of the room and counting ants, it’s so lonely.”

As I spoke, I wiped the corners of my eyes and spoke in the sad and resentful tone of a sad husband who was ignored by his wife.

Lyman looked at me with wide eyes, stunned by my superb acting skills. He knew that when I was looking for the little ghost yesterday, I was caught by a few bastard adventurers, and then more than a dozen people joined me. Under the tree, I drank ale, ate barbecue, and played cowhide for half an hour.

"Ahem, so as His Royal Highness the Prince said, as a wife, you have completely failed in your duties, Your Highness the Queen."

Lyman, who took a while to react under the constant hints from my eyes, echoed and continued.

"But these documents...may be related to the life and death of the clan members."

Arturia's eyes became more and more wavering, but after taking a look at the documents on the desk, she still couldn't make up her mind.

"So here we are."

Lyman pointed at himself, then at the two elders behind him, and laughed.

"No, you all have your own tasks, so how can I trouble you?"

Arturia shook her head. Others didn't know it, but she knew very well that the responsibilities of these elders were no easier than hers, and were even much heavier.

The elves like to live in a quiet and scattered environment, and the danger of the virgin forest determines that these elders have to spend a busy day.

Just do the math. There are probably hundreds of millions of elves in the entire elves, and there are hundreds of thousands of villages. Assuming that one percent of the villages have incidents every day, there will be thousands of documents a day, depending on the importance of the task. , events are divided into five levels.

The first level of events requires the entire Elf clan to be summoned to discuss together. It is a matter of life and death for the entire clan, but this kind of thing may not happen once in ten thousand years.

The second level is major events that must be handed over to the experienced Arlandran and Artoria to personally witness.

The third level is for Arturia to deal with major matters.

The fourth level is small matters that elders can handle on their own.

The fifth level is trivial matters that can be postponed.

Therefore, the number of elven elders seems to be large, but they are also responsible for collecting all events, and then classifying them into levels, handing over events of the third level and above to Artoria for processing, and themselves also have to deal with the fourth and fifth The matter of level is actually much more laborious than Artoria's.

So, knowing this about Artoria, how could they bother Elder Leman and the others to deal with their own share?