Chapter 973 Twelve Knights

After recovering a crystal fragment, Jeluka and I found a hiding place nearby to rest and reorganize.

"This is already the fourteenth one."

After entering the skinning cellar, we encountered four more, plus the one from the Undead Skinner today, if the calculation is correct, it should be this number. Jeluka, who heard what I said, silently said from her

The maid took out a handful of crystal shards from her pocket, spread them out on the ground, and counted them carefully, and it turned out that they were right.

Having said that, I am really a crow. Not long ago, I was mumbling about what to do if the undead skinner comes. Not long after I finished speaking, it really came. This tragic aura is too powerful. Could it be that I

Has it already surpassed Feini?

Fortunately, there was no danger, it was just an elite-level undead skinner instead of a mini-boss. Otherwise, it would have been a tragedy. Moreover, after seeing the strength of this dirty maid, I bought a Gray

Swald's heart, the harvest is not small.

While yawning lazily, she watched Jeluka use pots, spoons and seasonings - all in all, she was a super complete mini mobile kitchen.

Seeing Jeluka arranging these kitchen utensils on the ground, I immediately understood why as an adventurer she had to carry a small package on her back. It turned out that she was the same type of talent as Vilas.

Of course, my shy and conservative Willas would never do something stupid like putting her underwear in a backpack and carry it on her back. Her underwear is usually placed in...well, I can't say this, anyway, if the inventory is full

If she had to choose what to carry on her back, I guess it would be a small pot. It has a similar shape to that Chinese [beep] master, and looks like a gentle, beautiful and shy pretty cook.

This is the comparison of the values ​​​​images of abnormal people and normal people.

By the way, I have finished the dry food that Veras prepared for me. I expected it to last for a month, but I didn’t expect that with Jeluka’s little tail, I can’t really eat delicious food without sharing it with her.

Well, even if the other party is a pornographic maid.

However, I soon regretted my decision. What I didn't expect was that in addition to having the justice of a knight, this guy also had an appetite like a knight. He had such a slender body.

The only place that feels full is the breasts. I really don’t know where all the food went. Isn’t it a lie to say that women have two stomachs?

All in all, the dry food made by Veras was better than the last meal, which was wiped out by Jeluka and me in a hurry. Next, I can openly and calmly let this dirty maid cook it by herself, and then take a portion with me.

…

As a maid, how should we describe Jeluka's cooking skills?

After Jeluka was ready and devoured, I crossed my arms and thought.

Unexpectedly delicious, that's probably what it is.

I thought I would be like Princess Sanwu, making some very curious food, but the result was beyond my expectation. From the preparation of ingredients to the cooking process, Jeluka was quite satisfactory, although she did not show the chef-likeness of cooking cattle.

The magic knife skills that can only be seen in the two-dimensional world (by the way, Veras actually knows a little bit), but she is not like Princess Sanwu, who puts dozens of bottles of strange seasonings of different colors next to the pot, and then pours them all in one go.

When you pour it inside, it doesn't feel like cooking, but like a witch making something evil. Occasionally, a black skull-shaped gas potion will come out from the top, although occasionally it will be surprisingly delicious.

In short, I finally found a relatively normal place in Jeluka.

"Hey Jeluka, can I ask you some questions?"

After Jeluka put away the kitchen utensils and the atmosphere fell into a drowsy quiet atmosphere under the firelight, I felt that the heat was coming, and I couldn't help but ask immediately.

"Hey, ask, actually I know what His Highness the Prince wants to say even without asking."

Jeluka lowered her eyes calmly and responded with a calm voice that was not unexpected.

"oh?"

"The last time was after the battle, and this time it was during the battle. His Royal Highness's animal nature became more and more powerful. I don't think he's going to do it to me anymore. 'Hey, for the sake of convenience, you don't have to wear underwear or skirts anymore.'

"Cut it shorter for me too," the order is not far away."

I:"……"

I expected that I shouldn't show a confused expression and let this dirty maid make random guesses...

"Ahem, don't try to get away with it like this, Jeluka, I just want to ask, uh... it's that sword. Of course, if it involves your secrets, just feel free to tell me."

"There are no secrets that cannot be told to His Highness, but His Highness is not only interested in animal desires, but he is also interested in such things. It is really beyond my expectation."

"Hey, hey, you guy... I have already rushed over so desperately to save you, and it's okay not to say thank you. Instead, I said something like this."

I glared at Jeluka. Next time this dirty maid encounters any danger, I will resolutely remain passive and sabotage her work.

"Your Highness, you really don't understand girls' thoughts. I was just too shy to say thank you just now. I'm actually very grateful."

"I don't think people who say such things have any girlish thoughts."

"Really, I told the truth but didn't believe it."

Jeluka sighed, and I couldn't tell whether what she just said was true or false. Just when she was about to say something, there was a clear sound of metal breaking through the air, and her hands were already full of

I picked up a sword, which is what I just saw, a huge sword with the luster of the golden morning sun. Under the red firelight, this straight and simple sword that seemed to represent the justice of the knight was exuding an even more intoxicating atmosphere.

Golden red light.

"So, does your Highness have any questions?"

After taking out the giant sword, Jeluka seemed a little different from before, more like a knight. Although her expression was still calm, her eyes were much more serious. She rubbed the sword with her slender fingers, as if she was being wiped by Princess Sanwu.

The gentle movements of her favorite books.

Of course, I don’t need to explain again what kind of books Princess H likes. Every time I see Princess Sanwu showing such a focused look and such gentle movements when she treats a book, there will be something strange.

That feeling, that kind of emotion, in addition to being deeply intoxicated by this picturesque scene exuding a bookish atmosphere, it is more like being moved to see that your incompetent daughter has finally become sensible. However, when your curiosity arouses

, I carefully approached it from behind, and when I poked my head out to read the title of the book, a mouthful of old blood would immediately spurt out. It has always been tried and tested, and even though I already knew the result before reading it, I still couldn't help but spray it again.

.

"This sword... uh, can you tell me what this sword is called? Also, I have never seen this kind of light. Is it a weapon unique to your elves?"

I finally had the opportunity to vent the problems I had been holding back for a long time.

"Saga's Sword."

"What?"

I dug my ears, the Sword of Sajia, how domineering must one be to have such a name? By the way, does the Dark Continent know what Sajia means? Do the elves also have strange legends about the 108 beautiful elven girls in Niangshan?

"It's Saga's Sword."

Jeluka emphasized her tone, and you could hear the dissatisfaction in her voice as she reiterated, "I finally heard it clearly this time, oh, it turns out I heard it wrong just now, Saga Sword, let me tell you, how could it be called Sajia..."

...Uh, wait, Saga's Sword? I also have Gallon's Sledgehammer!!

"In the ancient Elf language, if translated into today's language, it probably means the Sword of the Rising Sun."

"The name is quite appropriate. When I wave it, it is as dazzling as the light of the morning sun."

Let’s not complain about the name in ancient Elf language. I admired it from the bottom of my heart. The Sword of the Rising Sun is indeed a sword that lives up to its name.

Jeluka nodded, and it could be seen that I still made her quite happy when I said this. The feeling was probably the same as hearing others praise Willas and the others.

"In terms of light, it does not belong to the five qualities classified by you humans. As you said, it is a unique equipment of our elves."

"Can you tell me in detail? Also, I'm curious. Do you still remember the time when you first arrived in the Spider Forest? I asked you why you hadn't changed into your equipment yet. At that time, you replied that you had already changed into it, but you didn't need it.

Tell me this maid uniform is your combat equipment. Besides this sword, I also want to see your other equipment, is that okay?"

"Is this a shameful game of clothes-changing?"

Jeluka hugged her Saga Sword tightly and blocked herself behind the sword, showing a timid and cowering expression as if she was encountering a pervert (exclusively for performances).

I:"……"

"Well, if His Royal Highness wants to know."

Seeing that I was deliberately ignoring her words and going into a distant state, the slutty maid resumed her serious posture and continued.

"Where should I start? Speaking of the origin of this sword, it may have to be traced back to hundreds of thousands of years ago, the most glorious era of the elves..."

"Please keep your story short."

When I heard the number of hundreds of thousands, my heart skipped a beat. Feeling that Jeluka, who had already entered the literary girl mode in the Royal Library, had a tendency to talk at length, I quickly added.

"To interrupt others like this and say such words, His Highness is really very, very rude."

Jeluka, who was suddenly interrupted by me, kept her mouth half-opened for a while before saying this, using two e-mails in a row. It seemed that she was indeed quite depressed and annoyed by my interruption just now.

"Excuse me, thank you. I didn't learn from you the despicable act of suddenly inserting a sentence next to me when I was identifying the equipment."

After staring at each other for a while, we returned to the topic without smiling.

"Speaking of the time when the elves were at their most glorious hundreds of thousands of years ago, His Highness the Prince should probably be able to think of something."

"Wait...let me think."

With my brain running at high speed, I remember that before my wedding to King Da Mao, Kane stuffed me with a bunch of common sense about the elves, and I did seem to have some impression of it.

Hundreds of thousands of years ago...when the elves were at their most glorious...could it be that what Jeluka was talking about was the era of the first generation of elf kings, King Arthur, that I couldn't complain about?!!

When I tried to ask Jeluka for confirmation, she nodded.

"As a prince of the elves, if even King Arthur doesn't know about it, he really deserves to be hanged."

Jeluka's eyes were straight, and she didn't seem to be joking.

It won't be that serious, but I do understand Jeluka's mood. For example, if I meet a guy in the camp who doesn't even know who the old drunkard is, I will probably rush up and slap him in anger.
To be continued...