Playing with a sharp, gleaming short sword in his hand, Su'er had no resistance to things that looked like they would bring a sense of security. This was also one of the few gains during this period.
Although there are differences in many places from the elves in the fantasy stories of Su'er's previous life, the love for gorgeous and even exaggerated decorative patterns seems to be the same. This preference is also reflected in the cold weapons they forge. The patterns are not drawn on later, but are directly forged into the texture of the steel.
The useless technology is amazing.
"How long are you going to stay there holding a toy happily?", with just a turn of her head, Think could see Su'er happily scratching the things around him with his new weapon, and then urged him impatiently.
"Uh, isn't it a bit too much to say it's a toy? This level of sharpness shouldn't be something a toy has", Su'er smiled awkwardly and quickened his pace to catch up.
" What weapon that doesn't even have a spirit is if not a toy?", Think snorted in disdain, "Mr. Monkey doesn't think that during a war, a Elf would not use magic but would rush forward with this kind of trash, does he?"
This... seems right.
For these magical races, this short sword does seem to be just a toy, but even as a toy, it can instantly destroy the weapons that humans have forged and collected. Su'er estimated that his former dagger would shatter at a touch in front of this short sword.
Now the old buddy can retire with honor.
Cutting iron like mud and splitting hair, such words that only existed in Su'er's impression can now be used realistically. More than twenty years are enough for nature to decorate this abandoned city into a different look. The stone slabs and streetlights that meandered throughout the treehouses to facilitate walking are now in disrepair. Many newly grown saplings have directly squeezed them open, and everything has become the most primitive style. The traces of the Elf are constantly fading.
Unfortunately, all these small trees have now suffered Su'er's evil hands.
"...Is Mr. Monkey a little too energetic?", looking at Su'er huffing and puffing, cutting off the branches of the saplings that were as thick as a bowl's mouth and moving them back one by one to the bottom of the 'sun', Think felt a subtle sense of emotion.
"Huh? What?", sitting on a pile of logs, Su'er wiped the sweat from his forehead and said.
"Are you really planning to build a house here... or settle down?", it can no longer be described as simply complicated. Think's eyes kept wandering between Su'er and the row of logs that had been inserted into the ground on the other side.
She rarely looked at others with such a crazy look.
The flowers and plants that originally grew there had been mercilessly dug up, revealing the fertile soil.
"Why not?", Su'er patted the log under his butt excitedly and said with a smile: "I'll earn a day for every day I live now. Anyway, the agreement has been completed, so of course it's better to live a more comfortable life."
"The proud and great Lord Nirvalen can definitely complete the other part of the agreement. Just thinking about it now makes me feel so relaxed... Lord Nirvalen won't go back on her word, will she?", at this point, Su'er looked at Think nervously.
Facing such a gaze full of anticipation, anxiety, and a bit of panic, Think wanted to say no, but found that she could never trample on her own pride.
"...Heh", in the end, she could only let out a cold laugh.
But this was enough. For Su'er, this answer could be regarded as an affirmative answer.
"You definitely can't understand how tempting such a small wooden house is to a child who grew up in a city built of reinforced concrete... Just imagine it as the architectural style of the dwarf-kind, but on the surface", feeling that he had rested enough, Su'er jumped down, turned around, and began to peel the bark off a log.
"If you prefer this natural style, then isn't Melwar even better?"
"Melwar?"
"Ah~, in the center of the entire city is a tall and lush tree whose branches extend above the clouds, the sky-tower tree. Its roots are like blood vessels coiled on the ground, expanding into the most detailed road network. The trees and vines that grow from the earth are densely intertwined, forming various houses and streetlights, filling the gaps between the roads...", in the tone of a bard, Think described a charming scene as if she were reciting a poem.
"Unlike the small-scale layout here, those buildings built with wood and stone make full use of the Elf' most excellent magical technology, which can fully satisfy Mr. Monkey's so-called... fantasy of another world", Think tilted her head, "Don't you plan to go and take a look?"
Damn it, what she said was so tempting!
Just by fantasizing about that beautiful picture according to Think's description, Su'er couldn't help but be fascinated - isn't it a bit too dreamy?
He really wanted to see it with his own eyes!
"...Let's forget it", he managed to overcome the temptation with difficulty, and Su'er finally shook his head vigorously, and the action of peeling the bark became even faster.
"A monkey appearing in a city full of Elf is not a wonderful thing. Compared to that depressing feeling, I think this place is already very good...", Su'er said in a low voice: "And if I'm not mistaken, after you return to the Elf kingdom, the corresponding research will have to start, right?"
"Research on the unactivated divine essence."
Su'er's voice echoed in this warm open space, but Think fell silent.
"...Those gophers have already started, I can't tolerate myself falling behind those trash", after a long time, Think still answered in a low voice.
"Hey, hey, why the long face?", the short sword was swung in his hand and then thrown on the ground. Su'er stood up straight and relaxed his back. The brown bark of the log had been removed, revealing a white core, which looked beautiful just by looking at it.
Unlike him who was busy, Think, as soon as she returned to this place, dived into the pool with added herbs again. For some reason, Su'er always felt that the silent figure looked a bit lonely.
"Isn't this something that must be done?", then he laughed at himself for his thoughts and continued: "When the enemy has already started to develop a deadly weapon and they have a great possibility of succeeding in their research, you'd better have a weapon that can match it... I still know this much."