The clean and handsome boy had a long, slanted bangs on his forehead, covering half of his eyes.

The people inside the store looked at him in unison, and the air was so silent that it seemed to wring out water.

He took a few steps backward when he sensed the wrong atmosphere.

"That, I'm looking for ......"

"Hahahaha!!!"

"Eh ......?"

Ghemk laughed and covered his forehead with his big hand -

"This is really one weird thing after another today!?"

"What ......"

"Come on," Emile said impatiently towards Ghemk, "I just don't understand, I saved someone and you have to be pursued!?"

"I said ......"

the boy was sweating profusely, completely failing to understand what the situation was.

Ghemk slammed the glass of wine in his hand viciously to the counter.

"I'll leave it here today, as long as I am the owner, you will not ......"

"Oh yeah?"

An old voice came from the side.

"!!!"

The old woman by the fire stood up trembling and yawned.

"What are you talking about, little bastard?"

Ghemk frowned -

"Mom ......"

"Mom what mom? What's the matter? I'm not dead yet, and it's not your turn to be this or that."

She stuck her cane in the ground and walked step by step to us.

The old woman had a pair of bright eyes on her thin cheeks, and her scattered hair covered the left half of her face.

Look closely, the left half of her cheek ......

- a deep furrow -

- recoiled out of the skin with a few flesh buds --

-- that thin layer of flesh membrane even slightly transmits light to see the lips and tongue inside --

can almost directly serve as the image of a character in a horror game.

"Yah!?"

I subconsciously gripped Emile's hand.

She gently holds my hand back and calmly stepped forward.

"What's the matter, old woman? Want to take us in?"

"Oh," the old woman's hoarse laugh drove the buds of flesh on her face to tremble slightly, "What uncouth young women."

She let her hair down, covering that half of her cheek tightly.

"Well, I'm going to let you guys stay."

"Mom!"

"What's wrong!?" She hammered her cane into the ground, "What I said doesn't work!?"

"But they ......"

"Elves?" The old woman narrowed her eyes and took a good look at Emile's ears, "That's what I'm trying to say, little girl."

"What's wrong?"

Emile sat back with a big grin.

"Elves don't welcome to be here," the old woman said lightly as she tidy up the counter that had been messed up by Ghemk, "and besides, don't think you can pretend to be an elf by making your ears longer."

"......Chi."

Emile, who had been calling her bluff, rubbed her ears and turned back to her normal appearance.

"That’s fake?"

The people in the store looked at each other and booed, coaxing a chaotic chatter.

"Shut up!" The old woman knocked on the table, "I'm going to let them stay, who has a problem with that?"

She looked around the store, and the men in the store were stunned and quiet.

"Then that's it."

"Wait, wait," another old man by the fireplace stood up, "I have a problem with that."

Ghemk's mother gave him a vicious glare.

"Hey hey hey ...... don't look at me like that, look how many of these people are agree? It is not the old woman you rely on your age to make people dare not object?"

"What about you?" She raised her voice.

"I, of course, don’t oppose, but ......"

The thin old man deliberately pretended to cough, lewdly said -

"Must let them pay something."

He stared at me with a smirk and extended his hawk-like, withered hands toward me.

I hesitated for a moment, but handed my hand out.

"Hey hey hey ......" he laughed lewdly and kept fondling my white right hand, "that, I don't know the lady's name ...... ewwwwww! "

"Old pervert," Emile coldly pinched his skull, "if you don’t take your dirty hands away I will let your head open a bloody flower."

"Okay okay okay ......" He immediately let go of my hand\, "If you want to live here then you'll have to do me a favor."

"Finland ......"

"Don't say anything, Shia," he suddenly lowered his tone and turned toward the shopkeeper's mother, "this might be my last chance."

"......"

"Nah," he put on that smiling expression again, "look at the three of you dressed, you guys are witches, right? "

"Hmm."

I skimmed the boy who had been gawking earlier, wearing a dark green robe and carrying a long staff.

"You guys are talented, I can tell that with a glance, follow me and learn to do magic tricks!"

"......"

"......"

"... ..."

"...... Ha ......?"

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