"What's this?" Aya took two steps forward, lowered her head, and found a tag hanging around the neck of what seemed to be a corpse.

- Help, I haven't eaten anything for a week. Please kind-hearted people give me a bowl of food.

"..." Is this person trying to be funny? Definitely, right? Holding a tag written in a universally understood human language begging for food in the Elf capital? Even if an Elf wanted to give alms, they wouldn't understand what was written on it, right! And shouldn't beggars go to crowded places? Coming here, where basically no one walks, is intentionally starving oneself, right?!

"Weirdo! He must be pulling a scam... It's better to keep away," Tiran tugged on Aya's clothes and the two of them nodded in agreement, each picking up a bundle of freshly purchased swords and passing by the body from different sides.

However, as they passed by the body...

Smack.

That person suddenly reached out with his dirty hand and grabbed Aya and Tiran's ankles at the same time. He raised his head pitifully and said, "I'm not pulling a scam... Beautiful ladies, please spare me some money to buy food! If things continue like this, I'll really starve to death... Uh!"

Suddenly, he fell silent, his eyes fixed on something in a daze, and two lines of nosebleed slowly trickled down.

Tiran blinked and suddenly understood. Well, his attire was closer to a skirt, so you could see his underwear underneath...

"W-Wait, wait! Don't hit me! I-I didn't mean it! I just wanted something to eat, cough!"

...

A little while later, in the giant tree inn where they temporarily stayed.

"Sob... You beautiful ladies are truly kind-hearted... Chomp chomp... Oh, this noodles taste so good... Chomp chomp..."

The beggar gentleman was devouring the bowl of ramen with a big lump on his forehead. A bowl almost the size of a washbasin was finished in less than five minutes, not even a drop of broth left. He let out a breath, slightly embarrassed, as he looked at Aya and Tiran sitting across from him.

"Um... Could I have another bowl?"

Tiran tugged at the corner of her mouth, pushing the two bowls of ramen that were originally bought for herself and Aya as dinner in front of the beggar gentleman.

In the end, they gave in and brought this guy back. Now upon closer inspection, they realized that this guy seemed extraordinary. His face was extremely handsome, and the dirty clothes he wore seemed to be of better quality both in terms of workmanship and fabric than the Elf garments they bought at a high price from the merchant caravan.

Most importantly, his ears were pointed.

Since the beggar gentleman initially spoke in the common human language, Tiran didn't pay attention to his ears and assumed he was just a stray who accidentally wandered into the Elf city. But now, an Elf almost starving to death in the Elf capital... isn't that abnormal?

"Hey, are you an Elf?" Tiran asked, dragging her chin.

"Well, although I would love to say that I'm an Elf, it seems that the pure-blood Elves over here are not willing to acknowledge me," the beggar gentleman bit off a piece of noodle, touched his ear awkwardly, and smiled.

Halfling? In other words...

"I only have half Elf blood because my mother was captured and sold by human slave traders before giving birth to me..." a shadow crossed the beggar gentleman's eyes, "I took the opportunity to escape from my previous owner, thinking that this side of the Elf world would accept me, but it turns out that being a half-Elf is not well received."

To humans, his identity is no more than a slave, and to the true Elves, a half-Elf is a stain on their pure Elf bloodline and they do not want to accept him...

"So, you two ladies are really kind-hearted!" The beggar gentleman, moved, drank the last mouthful of broth, put down the bowl contentedly, and let out a sigh, "It's been such a long time since I've eaten until I was full..."

Aya stacked the empty bowl in front of him, ready to return it to the noodle shop downstairs, while Tiran continued to observe the beggar gentleman in front of her with great interest.

"Speaking of which, you two ladies are probably not residents of the Elf kingdom, right?" the beggar gentleman wiped his mouth and asked, "Typical Elves wouldn't learn the common human language."

"Well... that's true," Tiran hesitated for a moment, "We grew up in the human kingdom, so we can't speak Elven. We're just traveling through the Elf kingdom recently.""Is that so?" Mr. Beggar nodded thoughtfully, his eyes suddenly brightening as he excitedly grabbed Tiran's hand.

"What, what are you doing?" Tiran was startled.

"You both saved my life, and I am forever grateful. Why don't you take me in as a servant? I used to serve the nobles among humans when I was young, so I am skilled at doing laundry, cleaning, and cooking!"

"That won't be necessary..." Aya and Tiran exchanged glances. They had come to the Elven Kingdom to deal with Angel, and taking along a seemingly non-combatant half-Elf seemed too dangerous.

"Please, my mother taught me to repay kindness with even greater gratitude..."

"Please, didn't your mother teach you about equality in life? Go find a job and support yourself." Tiran was sweating profusely.

"Hey, hey, don't push me away! Miss! I... I can speak Elven, and I've been in the Elven capital for quite some time, so I'm familiar with the situation here. You can think of me as a translator and guide!" Mr. Beggar desperately held onto the door frame and shouted.

"... " Aya and Tiran stopped what they were doing.

Having a servant was one thing, but a guide was actually worth considering. After all, neither Aya nor Tiran spoke Elven, and having a half-Elf who was fluent in both languages would make many things much more convenient.

...

"Ah... It feels so comfortable. Good people truly exist in this world!"

Walking out of the bathroom, Mr. Beggar, still steaming with water vapor, wore nothing but a bathrobe, and his muscular physique was visible through the opened neckline.

"Not bad figure..." Tiran muttered, picking up the dirty and ragged lavish clothing Mr. Beggar originally wore on the ground. "By the way, you were originally a slave, so what's the story with this clothing?"

"It was taken from a beautiful palace I snuck out of before." Mr. Beggar answered confidently.

Beautiful palace? There don't seem to be any nobles in the Elven Kingdom, the only one who lives in a palace seems to be... This guy is amazing! Both the master and servant were shocked. It turned out that Mr. Beggar was quite skilled, being able to slip into the Elf king's palace and successfully escape.

"Don't mention it, this clothing almost got me killed!" Mr. Beggar sighed, bowing his head in frustration. "No matter where I go, if the palace guards see me wearing it, they would chase after me. I can only hide in the sewers and alleyways."

When you casually break into the Elf king's palace and steal their clothes, of course they will chase after you!

Tiran began to consider whether it was the right choice to take him in or just hand him over to the guards.

"Anyway, let's get to know each other a little first." Aya lazily said as she rested her head on the table. "My name is Aya, and she is Tiran."

"Oh, I'm Tobee."

"Pfft!" Tiran almost spat out her water. If she was drinking at that moment, "Are you sure you're not a rabbit or something?"

Emmmm... if he wore rabbit ears, it would actually look quite fitting.

But the self-proclaimed expert in housekeeping skills was not exaggerating, Tiran even thought that this person's cleaning ability could rival that of Mimi, who was busy taking care of the children in the castle.

In less than ten minutes, the hotel room was tidy and clean, even the recently used bathroom was wiped clean, without a trace of water stains.

"Oh, by the way."

After returning the borrowed cloth to the hotel's utility room, Tobee suddenly slapped his forehead and said to Aya and Tiran, "If you're here for sightseeing, then you must be here for the Moonlight Dance tonight and the Moon Goddess Festival the day after. We should prepare and go there, it's just the right time."

"The Moonlight Dance? What is that?"

...

At the same time, on top of the canopy of another giant tree in the capital city of Alda.

"Oh, you're here!" The male Elf, who had long been sitting on a thick branch, greeted the female Elf who just gracefully leapt up from below, carrying a bottle of wine in his hand.

"You're drinking again?" The female Elf wrinkled her brows slightly, clearly disgusted with her companion's behavior as she smelled the alcohol in the air.

"Yeah... don't look at me like that, my alcohol tolerance is pretty good, it won't be a problem.""Alright, alright, stop staring at me like that. I give up, I won't drink anymore, is that okay? By the way, why do you always stop me from drinking? We're not those boring guys down there, are we?"

The male Elf scratched his head and, after taking one last gulp, sealed the bottle and set it aside, glancing at the open-air dance floor beneath the tree, which was gradually becoming lively.

"I'm different from you guys who willingly indulge in decadence!" The female Elf snorted and took a few steps forward, standing on the edge of the branch and earnestly gazing down below.

"True, you do have fair skin, so you're indeed different. But still, aren't you ended up being with us?"

"If you don't shut that mouth of yours, I don't mind making sure it can never speak again."

All of a sudden, the male Elf felt himself surrounded by a terrifying aura, as if an invisible hand had forcefully clenched his heart. His muscles tensed instantly, and the intense pressure almost made him want to scream. But considering the possibility of being discovered, he could only forcibly endure it, curling his fingers into claws and digging them into the tree bark.

Ignoring him, the female Elf sat down gently, gazing at the Elves who had already arrived in the center of the dance floor, unable to resist the urge to dance.

"The people down there seem to be so happy." Sensing the cheerful atmosphere, the female Elf sneered disdainfully, but in her red and blue heterochromatic pupils, a hint of hidden desolation couldn't be concealed.

"You speak so disdainfully, but deep down, are you secretly envious?" The male Elf finally recovered from the killing intent, but he continued to sweat coldly as he pressed on his heart. He couldn't help but mock again.

"Do you really want to experience the feeling of freefalling from here?"

"Forget I say anything."