Chapter 123

At night.

In a restaurant where everything from the house to the tableware, even the light source on the head, is made up of plants.

Different from modern industrial manufacturing, the elves of this World use magic, so the things in this place have no traces of artificial carvings, as if they grow into this way, there is a kind of Comfortable beauty.

And benefit from Elf Race’s innate pursuit of the beauty of things.

Their dishes also have a magnificent appearance in appearance, so they even use a lot of magic when cooking.

It can be said that luminous cooking is a basic operation for them.

‘Magic! They added magic! ‘

If this thing is a gourmet fan, it should be accompanied by such a commentary.

But it is obviously not here, so Orlega just took a look and accepted the fancy setting very calmly.

Push a piece of fruit that you don’t know what it is called. Orlega chewed it a few times and found that it tasted really good. Even his devil’s taste buds can accept this stuff.

Although he can actually eat stones and dirt.

But this thing is better or better.

In his opinion, eating soil is really a brother behavior.

Bottomless Abyss has such a gang of monsters, which are far more than the starving ghosts. Everywhere they go, not only the living creatures have to eat, but the soil and water have to be eaten by others, which is almost scum. Don’t leave it to others.

It can be said that only places like Bottomless Abyss can afford those big stomach kings.

But even if so, they are always on the Bottomless Abyss Least Popular Ranking List!

Usually in the foreign world where they are in, everyone teamed up to kick them out first. After all, you guys who can eat are all mixed in, so what else would I eat?

The female elf sitting opposite, looking at him with a slightly moved expression, said with a smile: “Is it delicious?”

“It’s really good.”

Orlega did not deny, nodded replied.

Shaking the dim-blue juice in her hand, she looked at Orlega’s face and asked, “Are you planning to live in this city for a long time?”

She didn’t know herself either Why do you ask this question.

The biggest possibility, maybe because of a period of time, for Orlega, I feel a little bit reluctant.

After all, Orlega is indeed in line with her view of mate selection.

If it weren’t for occasionally making her feel a little dangerous inexplicably, she might be very excited.

After all, he is strong, handsome, and good-tempered. He is indeed a rare beetle-in-law.

After thinking about it for a while, Orlega replied unsurely: “It will probably take another month.”

In order to develop various new types of races for this World For illness, he still needs to squat for a while to collect information, so it shouldn’t be a base area during this period of time.

After listening to his words, I wonder how he was wondering how to harm the female elves of the whole world, calmly nodded, and asked her a very curious question; “Have you always been so heartless?” I always feel like you don’t care about anything?”

Faced with this question, Orlega hesitated for a while before repliing: “My personality should always be like this?

As for not caring about anything, it’s a bit exaggerated. It’s just that there are fewer things to care about. In other words, it can be called too selfish.”

After listening, she thought about it a little bit. He covered his mouth and smiled softly:

“Too selfish?

I really rarely hear anyone evaluate myself like this.

However, because it is too selfish , So I only care about the important things, and don’t care about the things that I don’t care about?

I feel that it’s really appropriate to describe you this way.”

For this, Orlega Can only shrugged helplessly, not at all deny anything.

After all, as an honest and reliable demon, he usually disdains to deny facts.

Even if someone comes over and asks him if he is an intruder, as long as he is prepared to answer, there is a considerable probability that he will tell the truth.

It’s just that no one has come to question him from beginning to end.

Next, in a harmonious atmosphere, the other party and Orlega talked a lot and laughed from time to time, obviously very happy.

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2nd day, the venue for the Chamber of Commerce dinner.

In order to give the host a little face anyway, Orlega wore a formal suit, and one of his arms was being held by a female elf wearing a long skirt.

Although both are dressed luxuriously and look impeccable, when standing together, Orlega’s eye-catching temperament still allows everyone to instantly understand who is the main one among them.

Just stepping off the carriage, an attendant immediately came up respectfully and said: “My lord, please give me your invitation, and I will take you to your seat.”

Orlega didn’t care about this either.

With a wave of his hand, an exquisite invitation card inlaid with small gems was handed to the other party.

Looking at the style of the invitation card in my hand and the seat number marked on it, the attendant’s eyes slightly shrink, which was originally very respectful, and immediately became more respectful.

The guests of this dinner, although each of them cannot afford to offend, he also knows that these guests are scored three or six or nine, and the best way to judge the identity of the other party is to look at the invitation. Style and seat number.

The one in his hand belonged to the most advanced one. Among the hundreds of guests at the dinner, at most only about ten had it.

It can be said that a distinguished guest of this level can decide in one sentence whether to live and work in peace or to rush to the front line tomorrow.

He can’t help but treat it carelessly.

It’s like an ant facing a giant, even if you know that the other party may be too lazy to care about yourself, but you still feel a little worried about being stepped on by the other party unintentionally.

For his reaction, not to mention Orlega, even the female elf is clear, but neither of them cares.

As a’Demi-God’ and Legendary.

They have long been accustomed to this kind of thing, and they have no idea of ​​paying attention.

Directly in the curious eyes of other visitors around, he calmly walked into the hall of the hall.

After entering, before Orlega could look all around, a sturdy old man came around and said hello: “Mr. Orlega, Golaner Young Lady, old man and you Both of them haven’t seen each other for many days.”

To this, Orlega and the two also responded politely.

The identity of this old man is Vice-President of Mitez’s largest Chamber of Commerce.

Golaner, as a Legendary class, has lived here for many years, and it’s normal to know him.

Orlega will know him because he has not bought and sold there.

Few things are considered to be the few big customers that the other party has.

I don’t even talk about everything, and I never talk nonsense when I do transactions. It’s just a price.

And the conservative estimate of the strength is Demi-God, all the things bought and sold are all kinds of precious materials, and the profit margin is huge.

This kind of customer can be called the type of one person supporting a shop, so the old man does not like it.