"It's a fun prank, isn't it?"
…
Her gaze returned to the seashore, and Vivian felt somewhat uncomfortable due to the long silence.
If she was in a fighting stance, she wouldn't feel uncomfortable, but the problem was that this was her normal situation.
It's really hard to get used to being hugged by a man like this without saying anything.
So she took the initiative to break the uncomfortable silence:
"I killed 1 Sequence 5, 7 Sequence 6, and 10 Sequence 7."
Eros nodded and said in a soft voice:
"The church will help us collect the spoils left at the scene. When they are delivered, you can choose first."
Vivian opened her mouth. This time she really didn't want to emphasize how many spoils she had.
She really just wanted to find a topic to break the silence.
There was another silence.
Vivian couldn't bear it anymore and racked her brains to ask:
"What was the power you used to heal my injuries?"
"I am of elven blood. That is the life force I carry with me."
Now that I have told Vivian my real name, there is no need to hide this matter.
His elven bloodline is no secret; we can find out once we go back and check.
There is no need to hide the truth, saying this will make you appear honest.
"Are you of the legendary elven bloodline?" Vivian was a little surprised, and her attention was successfully diverted.
Communications in this world are not very developed, and the news that he is of elven blood is probably only circulated around Intiles.
Maybe some people know about Haidaram, but they are probably a very small minority.
It's normal for Vivian, who doesn't pay much attention to this kind of news, not to know the truth.
This doesn't seem like setting up a foundation with the gimmick of donating one million pounds.
Eros hummed softly, as if he had just remembered, and continued to inject vitality into Vivian's body to heal her physical injuries.
He really forgot, not that he wanted to hug her any longer.
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