What Should I Do If I was Forced to Marry the Elf Queen

So, I shook off the old bastard's hand vigilantly and said:

"What bad idea are you making? Really recruit."

"Oh, my good son, why do you have to use such a sinister idea to guess your dear father?"

The old bastard shook his head and said, seemingly sad:

"As a father, can't I praise my dear son if I am fine?"

unusual!This is absolutely abnormal!

Looking at the old bastard's unprecedented normal tone.Suddenly, I felt like I had fallen into a ten thousand years ice cave, and I was cold from the bottom of my heart to the heel.

There is a conspiracy!This is definitely a conspiracy!

Because every time he talks to me in this tone, there is no good thing!

Thinking about this, I deliberately moved my butt to the side, pulling away from the old bastard.

"Son, what are you doing so far from Dad?"

The old bastard tried to approach me.

"Stop! You pornstar I'm going to hit someone if I lean in!"

I assumed a basic fighting posture, always ready to jump out of the bullock cart.

"Coco...but good son, dad, I didn't do anything?"

The old bastard said very innocently.

"Let’s stop talking about a good boy..... hypocritical and disgusting."

I waved my hand in disgust.

In a word, I would rather believe that there are ghosts in this world than my father's broken mouth!

What else is Colonel Aureliano... what more 17 mistresses... you are obviously talking about yourself?Also yy own harmony in the harem, without a hatchet.....what a spring and autumn dream!

Otherwise, why are you only my stepmother now?

what?What, did you find a mistress?

That's great, I'm going to catch the rape with my stepmother now!

This time, if you don't let you kneel on the washboard, I am not a human being!

"Oh, I said it earlier. I'm exhausted after pretending to be serious for a long time!"

Sure enough, after I said this, the old bastard immediately regained his dignified manner.

He cocked Erlang's legs and lay down on the straw with the reins in his hands:

"Okay, brat. Put away your fist and embroider your legs, you old man, if I want to clean up you, it's just a blink of an eye."

"Oh? Really? Let's practice then."

I nodded, cracked my fingers back and forth, and said to the old bastard maliciously:

"NO as NO DIE, old bastard, you said it yourself!"

With that, I raised my fist in a gesture.

But this time, instead of being bluffed by me, the old bastard shook his head contemptuously.

"Although come, if you can meet it, I will lose."

Humph, this old dog.The duck is dead and its mouth is still hard, it is really not a long memory!

Thinking of this, I stretched out a quick punch and smashed the old bastard in the face.

Just when my fist was about to make intimate contact with the old bastard's nose.

"Gou——"

Hearing the old bastard roar, he quickly lifted his waistband and pulled it up to the level of his chest.

In an instant, he disappeared in front of me.And my fist was completely empty and smashed on the pile of fluffy straw.

This old bastard...where did he go?

I hurriedly looked around.

At this moment, the old bastard's hand appeared behind me without warning.

He first stretched out his hand to hold my right arm, and then tied my neck tightly from behind with the other arm.

"Boy.... This is the real film method!"

The old bastard's arms around my neck tightened sharply, then loosened sharply, freeing me from restraint.

20. Take your time

The new trick of the old bastard successfully aroused my interest.

I did not entangle the previous quarrels, but turned all my attention to this new skill.

"Father, what is this ability? You seemed to say it was... Magic?"

I hurriedly changed my name to dad. Anyway, this old dog is also my own dad.

As long as you can trick the skills into your hands.

"Son, you are still too young and innocent."

Hearing my compliment, the old man immediately became proud, and wagged his tail with a cocky face.

"This magic is not the other magic. Although the pronunciation is the same in our Eastern languages, it is actually quite different..."

Oh, I almost forgot.When I communicated with the old bastard, it was a language from his hometown in another world. In the entire British kingdom, perhaps only me, father and Lilith could understand it.

It stands to reason that this should be a language that does not exist in this world.But the old bastard has always insisted that this language is the same as the Chinese of the Eastern Empire.

I have always been skeptical about this. After all, apart from the old bastard, none of us have been to the East, let alone see an Oriental.Although, according to some maritime merchants, our family has a standard oriental appearance.This way of naming the surname before the name is also an Eastern custom.

However, compared to the suspicious origins of "visitors from another world", I still prefer to believe that the old bastard is a native of the East, but later came to live in the Western mainland.And what we say when communicating some secret things is only the Eastern language of this world.

After all, something in another world... it sounds easy to associate with demons, demons, and abyss planes.It's still a bit scary to think about it.

"Yeah...but I'm still very strange. How come you can use magic suddenly, father?" Back to the topic, I looked at the old bastard with some curiosity and asked, "Did you find a way to avoid [atheism belief] dispelling The method of supernatural power?"

As a revolutionist appointed by the will of the universe, the old bastard possesses the gifted "atheist" attribute, which prevents him from accepting any supernatural power from gods or demons.Naturally, there is no way to practice magic or the psychic power of a knight.

But according to the principle of [existence is reasonable], atheists cannot use supernatural powers.However, it is possible to simulate the operation of any form of energy through [materialistic force] to achieve the equivalent effect of magic or psychic energy.This kind of simulation of supernatural phenomena is called the "supernatural power" by the old bastard.

According to the old bastard, "As long as there is a scientific theory that can explain magical phenomena in a parallel world on a certain plane, then my ability to simulate magic can be established."

Of course, the so-called materialistic ability is not just a simple universal simulation tool.

In fact, the materialistic power of the old bastard will dispel the existence of all supernatural phenomena...In other words, no matter how ruining magic is, it will not have a slight impact on the old bastard.The knight exercises the body, although the psionic combat skills cultivated can cause physical damage to the old bastard.But it will still be easily suppressed by abilities.

This is the reason why the old bastard was able to cross the Western Continent for decades, and killed countless princes and nobles who had been extorted and expropriated, and still survive to this day...

After all, in the face of such a force that has 100% magic immunity and can rub fireballs at will... no matter what kind of army it is, it can only be helpless, right?

However, the more cruel fact is.The old bastard failed, and countless serfs still lived under the cruel oppression of the lords.

If the old bastard is really a so-called "traverser" as he himself said, then I have to say that he is really the shame of a translator.

Obviously opened up the big golden finger, but in the end it still did nothing?The army and the harem were all separated, and they went to the Welsh countryside to eat soft meals, behaving as "Mr. Glamorgan"... it was extremely incompetent.

Although I don’t seem to have any right to accuse him, after all, the soft rice I’m about to eat is bigger than his...

"Of course this is impossible." The old bastard inexplicably pushed the upper part of the bridge of his nose, as if there were a pair of black-rimmed glasses there, "Because the nature of the membrane method still belongs to the category of science, but it is a little mysterious. Ability] nothing more."

"Time ability? Isn't it teleportation?" I asked with some confusion, "This should be considered a space ability, right?"

"Silly son, you don't understand. Although it seems that I disappeared out of thin air and reappeared out of thin air. But in fact, I took a second from your time and used this second gap to appear to you Behind. Do you understand?"

As he said, the old bastard raised his waistband again.

"To be honest.... still not quite clear..."

I frowned and shook my head unclearly.

"Oh... son, it seems that you still need to learn one to improve your knowledge level." The old bastard shook his head and said, "You only need to know that in the minute you have just now, only fifty-nine are left. Seconds are enough."

"Hmm...it seems...it seems clearer?"

I scratched the back of my head, and a little red book appeared in my mind.

Maybe it is the power program recorded in that book?

"Okay, okay, don't have to think about it for now. If your son wants to learn, just come to the study to see me at night...Anyway, I have something to talk to you." The old man patted. On my shoulder, said: "After I go home, I will talk to your mother about Margaret first, and then coax Lilith..."

"That old man, the last one should be spared." I spread out helplessly and said: "That girl, Lilith, you don't know. How can she listen to me if she doesn't even listen to her stepmother? Let's talk about it. I'm afraid that the person she hates most in this family is me?"

After listening to me, the old bastard shook his head first, then sighed again:

"Listening to you, I don’t know if I should be happy or sad? After all, you are my son and Lilith is my daughter... Some things are not good for Lilith, but if they are said to you not good......"

Then he said to himself inexplicably:

"Well, it's really a wise decision to show this little bastard down on novels since he was a kid... If he hadn't deliberately cultivated him into such a dull character... Maybe someday I will have to hire a German doctor. Come home..."

What is this old man trying to force?

Why can't I understand a word?

21. His notoriety is known to everyone from Ireland to Khitan!

In the middle of the Western Continent, the sacred Duinchi Empire is in the southern borders, and the Frost Mountains.

This is the highest peak in the entire western continent, the location of Frostfall Peak, and it is also one of the few areas on the entire continent not controlled by humans.

Starting from the Principality of Württemberg in the southern border of the empire, further south is the endless [Black Forest].After passing through this dense virgin forest, he was completely separated from the territory of mankind.Thus entered the [United Kingdom] ruled by the elves.

This is the homeland where the most powerful group of high elves [the Frost Clan] has lived for generations. In the Frost Mountains and nearby forests, more than 100,000 Frost Elves live.

Not only that, but the Frostfall Peak at the core of the mountain is the location of the highest authority of the Elf United Kingdom, the [Decision-making Conference].

The elves have an indifferent concept of time, so every fifty years, a "Member of Five Hundred People" including all the elders of the thirteen clans of the elves is held to discuss the major events that determine the fate of the race.

But most of the time, the power of the 500-member council is carried out on behalf of the [decision-making meeting] composed of 13 elders from the 13 clans.

Today is a day without a moon. According to the customs of the elves, it is not a lucky day. Elves with a laid-back personality often choose to put aside their work and rest at home.

But this is not auspicious, but it is a very leisurely monthless day.

The meeting hall on Frostfall Peak was still brightly lit.

I saw that the thirteen elders who had the highest authority in the kingdom were gathered here, staring at a letter in the center of the round table with serious expressions.

It was a very ordinary envelope, it was just a piece of extremely ordinary paper from any angle.It's just that there is a strange coat of arms on the lacquer on the fold-

The colors of red and black complement each other, nothing more.

Simple and clear, but it contains some unspeakable power...

"Call everyone to come at this time today...I think everyone should know why?"

The first person who spoke was Elder Nikolic sitting on the main seat. He is now 857 years old, the patriarch of the Frost clan, the former Elf King and the father of two Elf Queens... ...And the highest person in charge of this meeting-[the chief decision-maker].

He stretched out his hand with a serious expression, picked up the envelope with the strange coat of arms on the table, looked around and said:

"Before Kaifeng, I want to hear the views of the elders."

"Wait... Your Excellency the Chief Policy Officer, I don't understand..."

It was Mirko, the elder of the Mori clan, who had just turned four hundred years old. He joined the decision-making meeting in the place of his father, Mirko, who died only temporarily last year. At this time, his immature face was full of Doubts.

Feeling the strange gazes of other elders, he said in a somewhat cramped manner:

"Who is this letter from? Can anyone help me explain..."

The remaining elders glanced at each other, and finally the chief decision-maker Nikolic said:

"No one knows anything. After all, Elder Mirko is the youngest of us." He looked around and said, "Who would like to explain to Elder Mirko?"

"That letter... is from Linden Wan."