Jeluka raised her head and looked far away for a moment, then suddenly clapped her hands, giving people the feeling of "I have a solution!"

I looked at her with a hint of hope.

"When it comes to the word dung, in the fourth part of the Duke of Beasts..."

"Stop talking, stop talking bastard!"

I was greatly disappointed and continued to cry with my head in my hands. What I want now is a way to protect myself from lightning, not listening to pornographic clips with strong taste!!

Also, if I find the author of Duke of Beasts in the future, I will definitely tear him alive.

"Otherwise, let's just let the dwarves go. Anyway, this tribe has lived around the God's Punishment Mountains for many years, so they probably won't be afraid of lightning."

After thinking about it, Jeluka rarely gave a good suggestion. She probably didn’t want to go to the City of God’s Punishment. The lightning there didn’t recognize whether you were a beauty or not. I thought back then, even with the two of me and Feini.

This huge tragedy was staring at the lightning strikes all the way, and Linya was not completely spared.

"That's good, but those guys are not so easily incited. If there is not enough benefit..."

I scratched my head and thought about it. The stingy and stone-like character of the dwarves was really a headache.

The simplest thing is to seduce these guys with forging materials. For this blacksmith race, a piece of peerless material is more valuable than a complete artifact.

Apart from the City of God's Punishment, there is also the River of Fire, which has never been before, and it is a maze-like terrain. Although Jielu is stuck aside, it is a pity that our mission this time is not as simple as passing through the River of Fire.

, but to recover the crystal fragments there. Her analytical ability of the broken-winged angel is not very useful, so she will probably spend a lot of time in this area.

"Forget it, let's solve the matter in the Plains of Despair first."

The more I thought about it, the more headache I got, so I simply wiped out all the writing on the table and shouted like an ostrich.

Well, what's the matter? Isn't there a saying that says a boat will straighten out when it reaches the bridge?

"Let's go to Despair Grassland now."

I scratched my head, but suddenly remembered that I seemed to have forgotten to ask for specific information from that bastard, the old drunkard. I wonder if the demon king-level flesh-and-blood resuscitator deep in the Plains of Despair has gone.

It's a pity that she can't be found anywhere now. She probably had more wine and went off to work as a ranger in the suburban prairie.

Sighing in frustration, I bent my waist at almost ninety degrees and weakly came to the teleportation array.

"Are you ready? Let's go."

Although it is nonsense, I still take the trouble to ask everyone around me this question every time before I go out. At the same time, it is also a reminder to myself to be careful when sailing.

"alright."

After hearing too much, Jeluka didn't even bother to complain about me. He put on the pirated tracker and looked it up and down. There was nothing wrong with it. I nodded with satisfaction and stepped into the teleportation array.

“Duluduluduludulu~”

At this moment, a huge siren suddenly sounded from behind, almost shattering my eardrums. My steps froze in mid-air. I turned around and glared at Jeluka who quickly took off the skull cookie.

.

It's too late, we have already attracted the attention of everyone around us. If it's worse, these guys will definitely mistake us for being members of some strange evil organization.

"Why is it ringing here? It must be broken. This thing."

I stared at the skull biscuits with suspicion. See, a pirated product is a pirated product after all, and it slipped up at the critical moment.

"The master's head is yours. It should be repaired."

Regarding my attitude of questioning the magic level of the elves, Jeluka gave me a merciless blow.

By the way, when I go out and there are people around me, Jeluka calls me Master. After all, the title Your Highness is too eye-catching. Although Master is also eye-catching, it is not that he is regarded as "the sister or wife who forces himself" by others.

"Wearing a maid uniform and calling oneself master", or "Forcing one's sister or wife to wear a maid uniform and calling oneself Prince", which one do you choose between these two perversions? Anyway, I chose the former.

By the way, why are others misunderstanding this way? Why don't others believe that Jeluka is indeed a serious maid, and I am her master?

These questions can actually be answered together - have you ever seen a maid intimately holding her master's cloak or cuffs close to her back?

Probably - no!

So, I became... no, I was misunderstood as a pervert.

Wait, I digress, where are we talking now? By the way, why does this pirated skull biscuit set off such a huge alarm in a place like this? Where is this place? The Demon Fortress Teleportation Array is close to the center of the entire city.

Could it be that the demon fortress has fallen?

Looking at the incomprehensible onlookers who didn't know the truth, they didn't look like monsters in human skin. I clapped my hands and made a conclusion.
Chapter completed!