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

Elmesha repeated her sister's words back then.

She was suddenly a little curious about the existence of the boy named "Linden Tu".

What on earth can make my sister get his birth at the cost of life?

"Linden Figure..."

There seemed to be a throbbing in Elmesha's heart.

25. Glamorgan Facial Cleanser

"Atu's new hairstyle is so refreshing~ Ceng Ceng~"

"Mom... don't do this..."

At this time, I was being attacked by a super-powerful facial cleanser, and I was almost out of breath.

The source of the attack was a mature beauty wearing an apron and full of marital attributes.

By the way, she is still my stepmother...

"Quickly...stop mom..."

I stretched out my hand hard, and gestured for help to the old bastard behind.

But the old bastard didn't mean to save me, but gloated behind him:

"Are you not satisfied with your mom making out with you? Besides, your kid didn't drink a few sips of milk when you were a kid....Now it's not bad to make up.....hehehe..."

Bastard, this is your wife!

Doesn't it matter if you watch your wife hug other men?Should I choose to forgive her?

I'm telling you, if I am not your son, your head is now green grassland, and the sheep ran away!

How did you recite those two poems?

The sky is blue, the wild is boundless, the wind blows the grass and the cattle and sheep are low...

After holding me for a long time, the stepmother finally let go of me.

"Unexpectedly, the look of Attu's men's clothing is so cute, mom is so happy~"

The stepmother looked at me lovingly, stroking her face.

And I looked dying, leaning on my knees and panting continuously.

Mom.... Don't do this!

It's not another problem...just to do this twice, your son, I may be going to heaven to play Kunte with the gods!

Suddenly found.... Whether it's stepmother or Lilith, they like to suffocate people...Should I say that I am a mother and daughter?

"Huh...huh... Mom, don't you think what you said is weird?"

I panted and raised my head and said.

"Eh? Strange, what's the matter Atu? Is there something wrong with what mom said?"

The stepmother looked at me questioningly and said.

"Mom... I'm a man... I should wear men's clothes..." I explained dubiously, "Mom, you say cute or something... always makes me feel like describing A male tomboy or something."

"Oh...It turns out that Atu is a boy~" The stepmother put her index finger to her lips and said innocently, "I am used to seeing Atu dressed up as a girl every day. I almost thought I had two daughters. ......"

Crit!

One hundred thousand tons of crit!

Being treated as a girl by my mother...Is there any son in this world who has failed more than me?

Thinking of this, I turned my head and stared at the old bastard fiercely.

It seems to feel the killing intent in my eyes.

The old man hurriedly turned his head and pretended to whistle nonchalantly.

But from the corner of his trembling mouth.

There is no doubt that this old man is holding back a smile!

Very happy, isn't it... gloating?

Very good, very good... You wait for me... When the stepmother is away, I must beat you, I don’t even know my grandma!

Although...my grandma doesn't seem to know me?

After all, according to the old bastard’s statement, his family lives in a different world, and he alone has traveled here...So even if I want to go to the grave for my ancestors, I can only hope that one day. I was struck by lightning, I was hit by a car... I played a suspicious game to become the Skeleton King, or I was scared to death while rescuing a girl’s high school student....Only in this way can I pass through The old bastard's world.....

Although according to the old bastard, most of his small yellow books and ergonomic books were brought from the world over there, a place called "Akihabara", which made me a little yearning... .

However, when I thought that I might be struck by lightning... then forget it, after all, the price is too high.

In case, if he awakens the lightning ability, he becomes the Flash.Then, don't I want to change from a great sage to a real man in three seconds?This is not possible.

At this moment, the stepmother's voice came from the front again:

"Okay, okay, don't stand here anymore." She smiled and folded her hands in front of the horrible weapon. "To celebrate Attu's passing the trial, mom, I made a great dinner today~"

As soon as I heard this, my face suddenly turned green.

And the old bastard on the side staggered forward in fright and almost collapsed on the ground.

The old bastard burst into a cold sweat. He kept winking at me, and then used the underground party power to say:

[Death! Find a way to stop your mother!

[Bad bastard, this is your wife, who cares about it?]

[Silly son, how can I control your mother!Didn’t you know that I have bronchitis...]

[Then you can't throw the pot to me either!You have nothing, and I have nothing!

It seems that I noticed the strange look of the old bastard and me, and the stepmother's face showed a confused look:

"Husband, Attu, what's wrong with you? Is there any problem?"

[Go!You see, your mom is suspicious!

The old bastard pushed me forward hard, using me as a shield very unrighteously.

[Bad bastard, wait for me!

I gritted my teeth and glared at him, then forced a smile from my face, and said to my stepmother:

"Haha... Mom, it's like this... We have eaten before at Uncle Sledgehammer's house... Now even if we want to eat, we can't eat much..."

"Hey--" The stepmother showed a look of surprise, and then started crying, "Clearly busy with love for an afternoon...it turned out to be like this..."

Seeing the way the stepmother was crying, the old bastard and I panicked.

"Wife, wife... Don't cry first! Things are not what you think!"

The old bastard explained bitterly.

"I don’t listen, I don’t listen....Every time I cook...you all perfuse me like this..." the stepmother said while beating the old bastard, "Are you? I don’t think the food I’ve cooked is delicious...every time....uuuu..."

"Wife, please be gentle... but don't hit the face..."

The old bastard winked at me while covering his face with his hands.

Ugh... it's all for this...what can I say?Anyway, what should come will come, and I'm not the only one to be unlucky...and the old bastard with me.

Thinking of this, I went up to my stepmother and said to my stepmother.

"Don't be sad, mom, the dishes you cook are the best. How can my father and I dislike it?"

I winked at the old bastard, and he immediately agreed:

"Yes, yes.... My wife cooks the best dishes. I don't feel enough to eat the top ten tables a day!"

"Really? Why do I think you are lying to me..." The stepmother gently wiped her tears, looked at us suspiciously, and asked: "Otherwise, what did you just do..."

"After eating at Uncle Sledgehammer's house just now, my belly is indeed a little bloated..." I hurriedly said, "But after walking so far home...Now I am hungry again... "

As I said, I pretended to be embarrassed and said:

"So.... If I can eat the food my mother made by myself...it would be great..."

"Ooo, ooo, I knew you'd better son to me, my mother most like you!"

The stepmother sobbed and rushed forward.

And I was once again trapped in the brutal encirclement of facial cleanser.

It feels...like being overwhelmed by milk, at a loss...

About to suffocate and die...

Just before I fell into shock, the stepmother finally let go of me.

She rubbed my cheek affectionately, then kissed the old bastard's cheek again, and said:

"Husband, son, wait a moment, I'm going to the kitchen to bring the dishes~"

After speaking, the stepmother hummed a song and floated away like a happy nightingale.

Taking advantage of the time when the stepmother looked back, the old bastard and I hugged and wept.

"Son, I'm going to close the ghost door again now..."

"Father, we must live strong..."

26. Glamorgan Feast

Actually... The old bastard and I are so scared, it's really not because the stepmother's cooking is awful.

On the contrary, the stepmother's cooking skills are quite superb.

How high can it be?

At least seven or eight Wallace higher than the meal I ate at Uncle Sledgehammer's house just now.Ordinary royal kitchens are absolutely incomparable.

It's just... the stepmother's cooking skills are a little bit crooked...or it's really too focused on greasy and fishy food.

For example, whole roasted whole lamb, roast suckling pig, turkey stuffed with assorted fillings, char-grilled steak, etc...

According to the stepmother herself, this is a recipe handed down by the Glamorgan family, in order to have wine and be drunk now, and be a satiated ghost if he is full.

After all, the Earl of Glamorgan is not so good to be held.....in front of you, saying that someday the king’s army will come, and somehow he will be arrested for the crime of treason and locked up in a big prison. You have a large ransom.

This is still a good situation. In a bad situation, if your family cannot pay the ransom.Maybe you have to die in the prison and become a pile of bones that no one knows.

Want to eat hot pot, sing songs, and occupy two people's girls in the village from time to time?

Sorry, that is impossible.

The prison and death are the only endings of the road to Glamorgan.

There has never been a dying Earl of Glamorgan in history.

So much so that there has been a saying in the Welsh countryside-

"Whoever owns Glamorgan is one step closer to God."

It is the "Glamorgan Curse" that must be met with bad luck.

And the last person in history to suffer such bad luck was my stepmother's father...or my "stepmother"-"Fool Albert".

According to an unreliable genealogy, the Glamorgan collar is the origin of the grandfather's family.

Therefore, my stupid grandfather has developed a keen interest in this cursed land since his youth.In the decades of the rest of his life, this interest has been transformed into an insoluble obsession.

As a result, he was named Earl of Glamorgan three times and arrested three times by the Duke in just two decades.

By the time the Duke was arrested for the third time, his grandfather had run out of family wealth and could no longer pay the ransom.As a result, Hate died in the dungeon of the Ducal Palace.

Before his death, the grandfather specially ordered the stepmother not to give up Glamorgan.

In order to fulfill his father's will.The stepmother, who was only sixteen years old at the time, guarded Glamorgan Castle with thirty dead soldiers of the Glamorgan family, and refused to surrender to the receiver sent by the Duke.