When Lulunaka and Julius returned to the shop, it was already dusk.
The two didn't find a carriage on the way back, so they could only walk in the direction of the expat area. This also allowed Julius to see all kinds of novel things along the way, as well as people of different skin colors and races.
In the King's Castle, he saw things that he might not be able to see in his entire life in the village. There were camels with two humps and pointy ears with different skin colors. They were all elves who lived as long as the dwarves. However, they were not as beautiful as what Julius had heard in the story, where every elf was handsome.
Although most of those elves were tall and slender, in terms of appearance, rather than saying that they were handsome, it was better to say that they were thin.
Although some elves were indeed as beautiful as he imagined, most of them just had a very ordinary face.
No elves wore luxurious clothes, nor did they wear clothes made of leaves and vines.
Everyone was wearing ordinary clothes and doing things that were no different from ordinary people.
On the way back, Lulunaka asked Julius, "Do you feel that the elves in your heart are very different from the elves in your heart?"
Julius indeed thought so, so he could only nod in agreement.
"When the elves are barbaric, they are not as beautiful as the orcs in the Magic Beast Plain far away in the north."
Lulunaka said, "When you are in the Forest of the Dead, if you happen to meet wild elves, you will probably hate this race."
"It sounds like you hate them very much." Julius said.
Lurunaka chuckled when she heard this. She shook her little head and said, "Why would I hate them?
I pity them too much.
You see, they are no different from other residents now, but more than a hundred years ago, elves were synonymous with slaves in this city. "
"Slaves."
Julius repeated the word again. At this time, a few elven children ran past him, and the sound of their playful voices rang in his ears.
"They are slaves?"
Lulunaka put her finger to her lips, "Don't be so loud. For these long-lived races, freedom is just a breath of fresh air, but they are not so forgetful that they have forgotten something that happened a hundred years ago. For elves, a few hundred years of shame is more unforgettable than a hundred years of freedom."
Julius didn't know what to say. For him, this was a completely unrealistic thing, especially when he saw that these elves were no different from ordinary people.
When the two returned to the shop, Pasta was still sitting by the counter with his eyes closed, but there was an additional teapot in his hand.
When the two came in, Pasta didn't even open his eyes, "For two children, it's still early to go home.
Do we need to set a threshold here? "
"I think you can discuss this with Ward. The threshold of our shop probably depends on how diligent my dog is."
At this time, Ward also came in from outside the door. It circled around Lulunaka's feet a few times and ran out again, probably thinking that Lulunaka didn't have anything to feed it.
"It only knows how to eat. It's too stupid to be a guard dog."
Lulunaka took the wrapped cross sword from Julius' back and threw it to Pasta, "Return it to its rightful owner."
Pasta stretched out his hand to take the sword, and maintained this posture for a while, "Now you say that it's returned to its rightful owner, I'll take it as a joke."
"I thought you would be happy," Lulunaka laughed, "When I took your sword away, your face was really … interesting."
Being mentioned about the past, Pasta didn't have any change, he just smiled, "That's all in the past … but it hasn't been that long."
"It's been half a year." Lulunaka said, "Now, half of autumn has passed, winter is not far away."
"Autumn hasn't passed yet, let's not talk about winter." Pasta put the cross sword that used to belong to him under the counter.
"Did this kid make you angry?
You took back the sword that he was holding like a treasure. "
"No, I just thought about it. I feel that in this King's Castle, it's not very appropriate to let him carry your sword around."
Lulunaka picked up a wooden mask on the display table and put it on her face, "You're a Silver Knight, you should have some fame in the King's Castle right? You should have a few acquaintances, right?
If that's the case, there should be people who recognize your cross sword, right?
Such a conspicuous thing, wouldn't it be suspicious for a teenager to carry it around? "
Pasta nodded, "I do have a few acquaintances."
"Do you have any enemies, do you need my help?" Lulunaka continued to ask.
Pasta smiled and shook his head.
"The people who signed that kind of contract with you, aren't they your enemies?" Lulunaka didn't seem to want to let Pasta go, she put on that wooden mask and got closer to him.
"In this King's Castle, where are the mages living, I think you should know better than me."
The wooden mask that Lulunaka was wearing didn't have any decorations, only the lines carved by a knife. Those lines were circle after circle, finally converging at the center of the mask, leaving only a small black hole.
Just like the pattern that made him, Julius, and Olga fall into the nightmare to undergo torture and trial.
"Don't make fun of me, niece."
Pasta revealed a bitter smile, "There are too many complicated things in this King's Castle, if you act recklessly, you'll attract a lot of trouble."
Lulunaka stretched out her hand to rub Pasta's head, "Do you think I'm a person who's afraid of trouble?"
Because Lulunaka was wearing a mask, Pasta couldn't see her expression, only the constantly revolving lines were imprinted in the depths of her pupils, "Indeed, you're not a person who's afraid of trouble."
Laughter leaked out from the mask, "I'm just joking, uncle."
"I can't laugh at your joke." Pasta said.
He knew what kind of person Lulunaka was, this was a person who was definitely not afraid of trouble, but would bring trouble to others.
"Forget it, let's talk about something happier."
Lulunaka sat on the counter again, this place seemed to have become her exclusive seat, "Are there any customers today?"
"No."
Pasta replied, "Even if someone comes to our shop, probably no one will buy these strange things."
"Are you talking about this thing on my face?"
Lulunaka turned her head to look at Julius, after Julius entered the door, he kept staring at the strange objects on the display table, occasionally holding a few of them in his hands, carefully fiddling with them.
"Julius." Lulunaka shouted to Julius, "Do you think there's something strange on my face?"
Julius looked at Lulunaka, blinked his eyes, then rubbed his eyes, "I feel a little uncomfortable."
"You feel uncomfortable just like that?
Pasta has been looking at me. "Lulunaka said.
"His martial arts is not good enough."
Pasta said, "I think you should cover this mask with something. If ordinary people see it, they will probably have a strong sense of dizziness, and if they are weak, they may vomit."
"How can there be such a weak person?" Lulunaka laughed, "You underestimate others too much."
"I'm worried about ordinary people, these things you want to sell, I don't think it's suitable for ordinary people to use." Pasta said.
When half of the sun's face fell under the strait, the light in the shop was turned on.
In the inner hall, Lulunaka and the other two sat around a small table, on which was the dinner for today.
Each person had a bread, a bowl of broth, and a few fruits, this was their dinner for today.
In the middle of the table, there was a candlestick with lit candles, making the dark inner hall a little brighter.
Before the three of them were ready to eat, Lulunaka took out another loaf of bread and put it next to Julius's bowl.
Julius was stunned for a moment, Lulunaka's personality changed, suddenly becoming good to him?
Although it was just a loaf of bread, but in the past, she didn't take away his original loaf of bread, which was already merciful.
"Are you happy?"
Lulunaka smiled at Julius, "I still remember when the two of us first met, I gave you several bags of food, because at that time you looked too thin and weak, so thin that I was worried that a wolf would take you away, and I also disliked your bones."
This was not a long time ago, but when Lulunaka said it, Julius's face turned red.
But Lulunaka's next words made his face stiffen.
"Speaking of which, these two loaves of bread and a bowl of broth are your meals for the next three days, I'm still quite sorry about this matter."
These words made the spoon in Julius's hand stop in mid-air, the broth dripped from the spoon into the bowl.
"Uncle Pasta, when this King Castle was at its most prosperous, there was no lack of rat path."
Lulunaka turned to look at Pasta, "Then when you were down, I don't think there was a lack of rat path, right?"
This time, Pasta's face changed, "You know, with my previous identity, it's not suitable for me to go to that kind of place."
"There's nothing inappropriate about it."
Lulunaka said, "Since you can even do such a thing like murder, then what's wrong with rat path?
Also, have you forgotten?
You're no longer a noble knight now. "
Pasta sighed, "You're right, I really have nothing to be picky about."