Chapter 1,029 Strange Events

"Anyway, let's see if the tracker is malfunctioning first."

After standing at the Master's door for a long time, we came to this conclusion.

The method of the experiment is very simple. Just walk around outside. If you can find crystal fragments according to the alarm issued by the tracker, it means that the tracker is still functioning normally. From the current situation, in fact, we would rather hope that this block

It would be great if the skull biscuits were malfunctioning.

Unfortunately, after wandering around the Plains of Despair for an afternoon and trying several times, none of them were as good as voluntarily following the siren and finding the crystal fragments. Looking at the three recovered fragments lying quietly in our hands, both Jeluka and I were

Sighing, without any joy.

"what to do?"

I look up to the sky.

"According to the development of the plot, the troubled Duke of Beasts turned from depression into passion and pounced on his personal maid..."

"There won't be such a bloody plot, absolutely not!!"

I lifted the tea table in my mind and roared, this guy, if he didn't suddenly burst out with pornographic jokes, actually still has the charm to attract men to their bestiality.

"I think……"

Jeluka lowered her head, and her slightly trembling voice came out from her straight hanging purple hair.

"Um?"

Turning around, I looked at her with doubtful eyes.

"I think... no matter what, it would be good if it doesn't cause any harm to the child."

"..."

After being stunned for a long time, I sighed helplessly.

"You guys are really willing to make some arbitrary demands."

"Hehe~~"

Not knowing what I meant by my lamentation, Jeluka smiled shyly and followed closely.

"Anyway, let's go and see the child first. By the way, would it be better for us to give her a name?"

"Well, let's call her Lujieka."

"No, absolutely not."

I don't want the Colgate sisters to continue to increase their number.

"Then what do you think, Your Highness the Idiot Prince?"

Jeluka, who was quite dissatisfied with my denial in less than a tenth of a second, asked in a stern tone. That expression was telling me, what good name can an idiot like you think of?

?

Humph, you look down on people. Even if you are a fool, you still have areas of expertise.

Regarding the contempt shown by Jeluka, I lowered my head and laughed deeply. It's time for this dirty maid to completely change my revolutionary moment. Let me, the naming emperor, change the world.

"Actually, I've already thought about it."

Like a famous detective in a novel, I lowered my cloak and hat inexplicably.

"..."

Jeluka was swayed by my momentum.

"That girl's name is Mona Elizabeth II!"

Jeluka "..."

"It feels like two pieces of fine meat were chewed out of a dog's mouth and spit out a strange paste," he said after a few seconds.

But... damn, it's already so perfect, does this guy still want to be picky?

When the extremely gorgeous name I came up with was rejected outright, I showed quite a degree of shock and unwillingness. I originally thought that at least this pornographic maid would kneel down with tears in her eyes to worship her.

"Humph...Humph, very good, just let me choose another name that will leave you speechless."

I took a few deep breaths and was about to get angry. Suddenly, the teachings of the dead old man Gallen rang in my mind: If the other party deliberately makes things difficult, then use more perfect art to make him impeccable and convinced. This

He is the xx emperor who is above the master.

At this moment, the old man Galen, who is sitting cross-legged on top of the ninth lotus flower with his head shining brightly, is so tall and dazzling that even the flowing leg hairs all over his legs are emitting divine brilliance, blowing in the breeze.

, bursts of white light swayed, just like the thriving algae in the Holy Goddess Lake.

I kicked this disgusting image of an immortal or a saint into pieces in my mind, wiped the tears from my eyes, and looked at Jeluka with a firm gaze, as sharp as a peerless swordsman facing off in the desert.

"The original Joan of Arc!"

"No, the reason is the same as above." As a result, Jeluka spent less time rejecting it than last time.

"Falky Modesrobin."

"Isn't this completely a man's name?!"

"What a [beep] dream!"

"Isn't this not even counting the person's name!"

…

Until we returned to the teleportation station, we still couldn't reach a conclusion through discussion. We underestimated the nitpicking skills of the slutty maid. Dead Master Gallen, I'm sorry for you.

When we returned to the Demon Fortress, it was getting dark. We immediately walked non-stop to the foot of the mine, where the child lived in a very simple way, and squatted there for several hours. It was not until late at night that we saw her dragging her clothes with her like last time.

Returning with shaky tired steps.

Jeluka and I jumped out immediately, almost frightening each other to the point of fainting. After a while, after seeing our figures clearly, she lowered her guard slightly and looked out from behind the piles of dirty and sticky bangs.

, and cast a surprised and uncertain look.

"Hey, we're here to see you again."

Seeing that she was no longer as scared as before, I smiled from the bottom of my heart. Well, it seems that the smile from last time was still useful.

Of course, I will never admit that this is the effect of Jeluca's broth.

"Two...two adults, what...can you do?"

He lowered his head almost at an angle of ninety degrees, and a small, almost inaudible sound came from the opposite side.

"Well, it's nothing, I just came over to take a look."

"Yes...really? Yes...yes, thank you...thank you."

From her little nest, she took out several large bowls of broth sent by Jeluka and handed them to us. The clean bowls were in sharp contrast to her dirty appearance.

"It doesn't matter, let's leave it for now. By the way, why are you keeping your head down? Can't you let uncle see your face? Speaking of which, we have met quite a few times, and it seems that I still don't know what you look like.

oh?"

I tried to use a gentle tone when making such a request.

"No, no, no... very... dirty... not good-looking."

Unexpectedly showing great fear, the child took several steps back and then fell to the ground.

"That's it..."

Suddenly I clapped my hands, strode over to a pile of abandoned cinder mines nearby, stretched out my hands and stirred it up, and then heavily applied a few handfuls to my face and hair. In this way, I became half a cinder mine.

Being black, you should have a sense of identity.

Squatting in front of the child, I grinned, but I didn't know if my smile looked weird after the black paint on my face.

"In this way, we are all the same. Can you let me see it now?"

"Ah...um..."

She was stunned by the other party's actions. She couldn't imagine that a noble adventurer would torment herself like this just to take a look at her thin and dirty face. The girl was a little stunned. When faced with the other party's questioning again, she unconsciously said "yes"

Voice.

In other words...agree?

I nodded happily, and a lot of strange travel knowledge I learned from Fini finally came in handy - if you want to integrate into a strange group, you must first make your appearance as close to them as possible.

If you rely on scent identification, you have to change your scent. This was the trick I used when I blended in with the dwarves in Kurast.

Seeing the child raising his head blankly and looking here, I thought it was acquiescence, so I stretched out my hand and gently pushed aside the bangs that covered most of the face - of course, the face blackened by the black coal mine, no matter what

I can't tell what he looks like. I can only tell from the layout of his facial features. At least this child is worthy of having good facial features. Coupled with his crisp voice, it makes people think that if he could be cleaned and dressed up a little,

, at least she should be a pretty little girl.

What I really want to see clearly is not her face, I just want to see if I can find any useful clues. My fingertips are lightly touching the outline of the thin face, and the raw feel feels like a feeling with every touch.

When I saw the bitterness and pain that the other party had experienced, I couldn't help but feel inexplicably sad. According to the reality in the data, this girl was only about ten years old. However, the hardship and sorrow she had endured on her shoulders had been far beyond

It takes a lifetime for most ordinary people.
To be continued...