Eighty-fifth bowl of soup (two)

"Do you know what jealousy feels like, girl."

"Hmm?" Qinghuan paused with the soup, and her eyes moved from the pot to the female ghost. The skirt on her body was torn, with ice blue blood flowing. Only one pair of wings transparent as a cicada wing was left intact, the other three pieces were broken and incomplete, and the limbs exposed outside were scarred, and the beautiful face of the elf could no longer tell what she originally looked like - this was what she looked like before her death.

Elf is a rare race, and humans are flocking to it. They are hunted and sold by humans. The female ghost in front of them is the last of the elves.

They are gentle, kind, warm, hospitality and good at music. They have strong healing abilities, but do not have enough power to protect themselves. Therefore, they become human bans or become commodities for viewing in the window. Beautiful female elves are the objects of ravage by humans and men, and everyone in the upper class is honored to have an elf.

It’s a pity that now that the elves have perished, they have not seen this rare creature for a long time.

"Do you know what jealousy feels like, girl."

The female ghost asked again, and Qinghuan saw deep regret in its eyes. She continued to stir the soup slowly, while slowly answering: "I don't know." Why do you have this kind of emotion? Jealousy is really unfamiliar to her. Thinking about it carefully, she seems to have never been jealous of anyone. To put it bluntly, it is because her life is too miserable. Being able to live is already a great gift. If she gets a little bit of kindness from others, she feels like a treasure. How can she be jealous of others? "What about you, do you know what jealousy feels?"

The female ghost lowered her head, and her tears shone with light, falling drop by drop on the bridge. In fact, no creature will shed blood or cry after death. They remained the same before death. These blood and tears were just to give them some comfort, let their pain be released and despair is vented.

Otherwise, how could the bridge deck not change at all? Tears fell on it, as if they were instantly evaporated and disappeared without a trace.

"I know." The female ghost murmured. "Because of jealousy, I killed my friends who saved me...and myself."

Its blue eyes were filled with deep pain and self-loathing, and then it knelt on the ground, pounding the bridge deck with its bleeding hands, shouting: "Why! Why!! Why!! Why!! Why is it so stupid! Why is it implicated your friends! Why is it jealous! Why is it jealous! Why is it jealous!"

"Why..."

The female ghost even endures the crying sound, just as it hides jealousy when it is alive. But jealousy is different from other feelings. Jealousy will not disappear, and jealousy will turn into the most terrifying demon, open its mouth and swallow you in one bite.

Qinghuan looked at the female ghost quietly. It didn't even dare to cry loudly. Its sad and desperate appearance made Qinghuan sigh. She stood up and walked to the female ghost, squatted down, touched its head. Although its long blue hair was messy and knotted, it could still show its smoothness and smoothness before birth. The elf is a beautiful and cute creature, and she is reluctant to let such a creature be sad.

"Okay." Qing Huan said softly, "Don't cry anymore, things are not irreversible. Tell me first what happened. It will be much better to say it." No matter what kind of emotions you are, you always endure silently in your heart, and anyone will collapse and go crazy.

The female ghost raised her tears and looked at her. Qinghuan took the opportunity to help it sit on the chair. The pot was heated and the soup gradually made a sound. Qinghuan also learned about its life through the intermittent narrative of the female ghost...

Gris is the last survivor of the elves. The human army rushed into her home with torches and swords, slaughtering all the elves - this was a story her mother told her a long, long time ago.

My mother said this: Gris, your father is a great elves warrior. He died to protect our homeland. We must remember him forever.

When she was born, the elf kingdom no longer existed. Most elves would rather die than become slaves to humans, and some elves were missing - but the only thing in common is that the elves were really destroyed. When their mother died, Gris became the last elves.

She has no friends or family, and lives alone in the forest.

One day, several hunters broke in, but encountered wild bears. They were frightened and fled around and were seriously injured. Grace hesitated for a long time, but he could not resist the kind nature of the elves. She took the hunter to her home and used her ability to save him. After the hunter woke up, his eyes staring at her wings shone.

It was like the story of the farmer and the snake. The farmer saved the snake, but the snake bit the farmer. Gris, who had only healing ability but could not protect himself, was tied up tightly by the rope. The man carried her on his body and smiled and told his companions that although he had not caught any good prey, catching an elf was enough for their entire village to have enough food and clothing for decades. When they laughed, Gris shed tears.

She finally understood why her mother said that humans were dangerous creatures and that it was not okay to be friendly to them. Because they would not repay the elves, they would only want to get more from the elves.

But she had nothing left.

The beauty and purity of the elves are something that humans flock to. Gris tried to escape, but the collar around her neck told her that she could not escape from the experienced hunters. From the conversation between the hunters, she learned that they were not here to hunt bears at all, and their target was her from the beginning!

That's what they said.

"What the old man in the village said is indeed correct. Elf is the best prey to catch."

"Yes! As long as you show a painful look and shout for help, they will jump out on their own!"

"It's so stupid!"

The hunters laughed, and Grace was huddled in the corner and shivered.

"I heard that there are elves in the forest, but I don't believe it. I thought it was Jack's lying, but I didn't expect it to be true!"

"This is really profitable!"

Jack...Gris remembered that it was a child who was accidentally lost in the forest. He cried and rubbed his eyes with his hands. It was she who guided him. The child promised that she would not tell her existence, and she believed it.

How can humans... from adults to children, they are so bad?

Gris was taken to the town by hunters and sold to a group of strange people, who put her in a cage, locked her neck and limbs with iron chains, gave her a little water and a little food every day, and there was a larger cage next to her. Unlike her, the huge cage was filled with people.

Men, women, elderly, children... normal, strange-shaped... all kinds of things, but she is the only one elf.

Did humans not only hunt elves, but also hunt their own kind?

She also saw the same beautiful mermaids, the vampire ladies who were put in coffins and were nailed to death, and even werewolfs with chews - they were all "rare animals" and therefore had independent cages like Gris.

She was taken to a very far place, and then the cage was pulled to a place where the lights were bright. There were countless pairs of eyes in the dark, and countless greedy eyes were staring at her, like a hungry wolf staring at the delicious meat.

The humans shouted countless strange numbers, and finally Grace was released from the cage. At this moment, she had no idea where the courage came from, and suddenly pushed the bodyguard in front of her, but her wings were penetrated by iron chains and could not fly away, so she could only escape. Seeing that the warning was invalid, the humans raised their guns at her.

It was Shore and Elsa who saved her.

It was the first time that humans released goodwill to Gris. The elves' body was very light, and although she seemed to be human, she weighed only one quarter of that of a human. Shore held her in his arms and ran hard, facing such a group of terrible humans, who rescued and protected her.

Later she learned that the vampire lady in the coffin was their partner. In order to save the vampire lady, they lurked into the auction venue. Not only that, they also liberated other slaves.

They are rebels.

They are those who resist the rulers of the Holy Church on this continent. The people and royal families in the Holy Church call them rebels, but they don’t care. What they want is to break free from this oppression and exploitation and gain freedom.

Without any discrimination, everyone can be free to be happy.

Vampires and werewolfs will not be regarded as aliens, and precious elves will not be hunted and killed. The believers of the Holy Church do not have the power to take human lives. Ordinary people can also walk on the streets openly. Every year, there is no need to choose a virgin with outstanding appearance to send it to the Holy Church as a sacrifice - laugh at you when you are happy, and cry loudly when you are sad. The freedom that Shore and others pursue is so simple.

Miss Vampire was seriously injured and could not be exposed to the sun during the day, so it was too inconvenient to escape with a coffin on her back. But it was so difficult. With many pursuers, they never gave up Miss Vampire from beginning to end, and even abandoned Grace, a elves whom they had never known each other. Because they knew that if they gave up Grace, what would be waiting for her would be the cruelest fate.

Grace finally has friends, and the unique healing ability of the elves makes her existence indispensable.

If only I could continue to live like this.

It would be great if she could not understand anything.

Shore is a very upright and handsome man. He is very capable of leadership, brave, decisive, strong and considerate. Elsa is also a cheerful and enthusiastic person. The qualities they possess are that Gris has never seen in other humans.
Chapter completed!