Other Races Guidebook

The racial system of the Lightwing tribe is very mysterious. What the outside world knows is that it has a deep connection with the Holy See, is born with light attributes, is good at fighting and killing, is reticent and silent, and has a ruthless personality. There is not much valuable information circulating outside. Up.

Because this race almost always enters and exits in groups, it is rare to see Lightwing tribes acting alone in other places, and it is almost impossible to obtain useful information from them.

And like Medusa, the entire ethnic group is male, without a female, but their reproduction does not need to be conceived through the female’s womb, but through asexual reproduction, thus marrying this race with the outside world. The channel is completely cut off.

For people in this world, the Light Wings are basically tied to the Holy See. As long as they appear, it often means disaster and bad luck.

Therefore, compared with gratitude and worship, most people actually have more fear and dread for the existence of the Lightwings.

You suddenly remembered that when you were still studying at the Magic Academy in the Imperial Capital, you saw that the Lightwing tribe’s name overwhelmed the crowd and firmly occupied the top spot in a poll held in a multinational women’s association that was the most unsuitable for a partner. Even the slimy slimes and the evil and cruel nightfall elves would succumb to it.

"Choosing the Light Wing Clan as a partner is not for abuse? Those cold guys have no human feelings at all, maybe they will be killed someday."

"I don't want to be a widow, bad reviews."

"Can you see it, bad review."

"Every day I lose a lot of hair, bad reviews."

"I don't want to fall in love with Shishi, bad reviews."

Except for the most serious message at the top, the following speeches are getting more and more crooked. In the end, the Light Wing tribe overwhelmed the other candidates with a balloting and won the most unsuitable partner for the Multinational Women’s Association. Champion on the list of interracial men.

At that time, you just saw it as entertainment news and laughed. You didn't expect that one day you would really come into contact with the Light Wings.

I don’t know if it’s because of racial barriers, you find it really difficult to communicate with this Vatican Judge from the Lightwing tribe.

Every time you speak, if you don't take the initiative to ask, he is like a mute without saying a word, only staring at you with his shockingly cold, almost lifeless puppets.

It's really not that you are too timid, and you don't think that few people can be calm in the sight of such oppressive force.

No wonder the votes of the Lightwings are so high, you think other sisters are actually very reasonable. If you really find a boyfriend of the Lightwings, maybe you will be frozen to death before you can cover the ice. Up.

It’s better to find a slime. Although slimy and disgusting, slimes are notoriously docile, obedient, well-behaved and patient. As long as you can overcome psychological obstacles, you can get a twenty-four filial piety who never fights back. Perfect boyfriend.

Of course, you will naturally not consider it.

After looking at each other in silence for a while, you felt a bit painful in your eyes. You raised your hand and rubbed it. As a result, a lower eyelash was stuck in your eyes, and your eyes were wetted by physiological tears.

A white handkerchief was handed to your eyes.

You subconsciously reached out and took it: "Thank you."

When you touched your opponent's slightly cold fingertips, your body trembled.

I don’t know when, Garukh has already squatted down and looked at you. It seems that his wings are too big to squat and fold behind his back. He spread out his generous white wings and caged you under his wings from the outside. It looks as if he is hugging you intimately.

Of course, you can't open your eyes, naturally you didn't realize this.

When you finally get the eyelashes that were poked into your eyes, your eyes are already red with you, as if you have been bullied.

As soon as you opened your eyes, you met a pair of cold, unrelenting icy blue eyes, and he stared at you intently, as if watching something.

"...Master Galluk?" You panicked and called out cautiously.

His eyes rolled, seeming to be motioning to ask you.

You feel embarrassed by him looking at you like this, and you can't find anything to say for a while, so you take the topic that he had talked to death before.

"Master Galluk, how did the Beru beast you raised before died?"

Beru is a very common domestic pet. It has a round appearance and a pair of feathered wings covered with fine features. It looks like a stuffed chicken that has just shed its shell. A cat is about the same age and has a very docile and sticky personality, so it is very popular with girls.

You didn't expect that the light-winged chief judge would have this kind of little girl's hobby.

However, Beilu beasts are known to be easy to feed and not picky eaters. It is reasonable to say that even if they are stocked, they cannot die. Is it true that Lord Galluh was abused and killed?

"Probably... it's dead, right?" Galluk's tone was uncertain.

you:"……"

Looking at the serious emotions in his eyes, "Obviously I have taken care of it, why it is still dead, and it really is because it is too weak to live." When you see the serious emotions in his eyes, you just feel that your throat is blocked. Can't tell.

"So, how did you raise it?" You asked dryly.

"I built a big cage for it." He thought about it, and gave you a specific reference: "It's like the small church twice the size when we first met."

You stared at him blankly. Not only did you imagine a slap-sized chicken in your mind, squatting alone in a cage the size of two football fields, with a pitiful look at a loss.

"I also planed a pool for it to take a bath and drink water." Galluk continued, "but I don't know why it always falls in and can't climb up."

You plan it... Wait, why do you use the weird word planing??

Forget it, don't forget it, Beilumon can't swim at all. According to the size he said, you are sure that this pool is probably bigger than a swimming pool, how can a small Beilube crawl out.

"In order to exercise it and let it grow as soon as possible, I caught a red flame python and threw it in a cage to play with it." Garuch said in a calm tone without ups and downs, you even feel it in his tone There was a faint touch of kindness.

Chiyan Python is a very ferocious carnivorous beast. Their favorite food is the tender and plump Beru.

Capture the natural enemy and accompany the belubeast. This person... is this person a devil??

"Under my careful feeding, Beilu Beast grows very healthy and strong, and it even ate the red flame python." His tone finally showed a touch of pride.

But you only feel a touch of sadness.

What kind of cruel treatment did this Belubeast encounter before the small universe exploded and killed the ferocious enemy?

"But one day, my Beilu beast suddenly died."

You can even tell from his low volume that he might be sad.

"Because it ate too much that day."

"..."

For a while, too much emotion is piled up on your chest and it is indescribable. You look at Garuch who seems to be still in a state of'sadness' with some complexity. After shaking your lips for a long time, you can hardly squeeze out, "...please be sorry."

His gaze fell on you again, his gaze seemed to become a little softer, and then his gaze moved down and fell on the few kittens still spinning at your feet.

Your subconscious sense of crisis suddenly took hold, and a few kittens that didn't realize it were in your arms.

He slowly said: "Maybe I can..."

"No, you can't." You said decisively.

Suddenly the kittens playing at your feet made an excited meow, and then sprang out from the soles of your feet, all running in one direction.

You turned your head in amazement and saw the kittens running towards a gray-white female cat with food in their mouths. They circulated affectionately around the female cat, looking very sticky and cute.

Looking at this warm picture, the corners of your lips can't help but raise a smile.

Then in the next instant, a black light shot at the female cat unexpectedly, penetrated her body, and nailed it to the ground.

"Hahaha... That's great, my master shot again!"

A teenager who looked about sixteen or seventeen years old, dressed in exquisite aristocratic costumes, walked out of the side lane.

He was holding a strange little zi in his hand, and a dozen sharp small arrows were still stuck in the quiver on his waist.

"Hey, how many small ones are there? Let's shoot them together."

Accompanied by naive to cruel words, the boy's originally handsome face showed a rather bloody grim smile.

"Alec, stop."

The young man was stunned, then looked in the direction of you who suddenly made a sound.

He raised his eyebrows, and there was an unexpected surprise in his eyes.

"Ah, isn't this the little maid in our family who left without saying goodbye? I didn't expect to meet you again in this shabby and poor town."

The young man grinned, his smile on his lips almost twisted and sickly with excitement.

"It's great."

"Do you know how long this young master has been looking for you?"