"Grey and I come together!" The elf flew to Gray's shoulder, tilted his head, and said cutely.

"Let me introduce it. This is Little Jasmine, a little elf. I am Gray, a human magician who pursues the truth and a traveler traveling around the world." Gray introduced Little Jasmine and also gave a simple self-introduction.

Marifison's eyes kept stopping on the elf. When he heard his words, he said his name expressionlessly, "Marifison!"

"Little Mori, why are you following him and a human?" Marifison looked at the elf, then glanced at Gray with a strange look.

"Grey is very good, why don't you follow Gray?" Xiao Moli asked back strangely.

"Of course it's because I'm handsome and kind?" Gray said naturally, "Or what if you think that any person who comes to see a guy with demon horns fighting with a dragon will help you without hesitation?"

Marifison stopped talking, and her prejudice against humanity made her unable to understand why Xiao Moli followed Gray, but she also knew that it would be better not to say anything at this time.

This man is not his enemy, but his benefactor. He does not need to transfer his resentment towards others to him, and he needs to restrain himself.

Therefore, it is not unacceptable to let him help him more. At worst, I can give him Moore Forest to the end, which can be regarded as repaying his life-saving grace.

As for whether he would not be willing, it is impossible. Men are all virtuous. With such a big elf kingdom, he will definitely be happy and jump up happily.

Those human kings tried every means to occupy the Moore Forest, no one would be unwilling to do so.

"I'll do it myself!" Marifison looked at him, his tired eyes showing a hint of firmness.

"Give it to you!" Gray didn't care. Since he wanted to do it himself, then give it a try.

Anyway, with his examination, Marifison is in very bad health now. It’s hard to say whether he can hold a spoon. Do it yourself?

He handed the spoon to Marifison, but Gray didn't hand over the soup bowl. This was the broth he had finally made. Now there was only a small pot left, so she couldn't let it over and waste it.

She stretched out her hand with difficulty, and the muscles on her body were trembling. It felt like her arms were numb when she got up when she was sleeping. She couldn't use her strength and couldn't control her fingers, but she still had to insist on using this hand to work normally.

Gray looked a little uncomfortable for her.

"It's slow like a snail. Are you sure you don't want me to help?"

"No, I can!" Marifison gritted his teeth and continued to stretch out his hand like a snail. The pair of corners on his head began to tremble with his body, and his face turned paler.

"I'm really afraid of you." Gray sighed and shouted outside: "Carlisle, come in and help this noble queen."

"No, I can do it myself!" Marifison was stubborn like a cow, refusing to compromise.

Outside, Carlisle didn't sound at all. Gray sensed it. Carlisle was on the lawn outside, only a hundred meters away from here, so he would not be unable to hear his words.

Seeing this, Gray punished Carlisle with a contract, and then looked at Marifison's efforts lightly.

Finally, after Grey held the bowl for a minute, Marifison's finger finally touched the spoon.

A smile flashed by, and Marifison pinched the spoon with difficulty, then scooped a spoon with a deformed and clumsy movement, ready to send it to his mouth.

However, because the arms were weak and sore, the broth was sprinkled directly on the vine bed before it was delivered to the mouth. The broth flowed down through the gap, leaving only the minced meat on it.

"Forget it, I won't feed you anymore." Gray shook his head, waved his hand to clean the rattan bed, and then gently placed the broth in front of Marifison.

A trace of fear flashed in Marifison's eyes. She was not a god, and her cold appearance was not her whole body, so she would also be afraid of death.

Under normal circumstances, no one wants to die, and so does Marifison.

Even if she doesn't want to die if she doesn't want to, she will be able to die of death because of face. But if she starves to death, she will definitely be ridiculed by everyone, she will definitely be.

"Please help me!" Marifison deflated and said in a low voice like a mosquito and flies.

Gray looked at her and didn't ask if she was sure to help her. He knew that if he asked, Marifison would probably really choose not to eat and wouldn't speak again.

Get the spoon from Marifison and scoop a spoonful and feed her.

"Little Moli, Little Moli!" A voice came from outside, and it was the elf calling her in a low voice.

Little Jasmine flew up from Gray's shoulder and flew out from the door.

Marifison turned his eyes and looked at it, scaring the elves outside to scatter like birds and beasts, instantly giving up a large grass.

"Flowers?" Marifison suddenly looked straight and stared at the flowers on the grass outside in a daze.

How long has it been since she saw this scene of flowers with red, green grass and flowers everywhere?

It was from that time that I changed myself, and then the Moore forest also changed, the grass and trees were stained with haze, the flowers withered, and the elves began to be afraid of her and stay away from her.

"Is it because I lost my strength outside? "Maryfison suddenly said sadly. As soon as she woke up, she found that her power had disappeared, just like a bay of springs dried up, and there would be no new power to be produced.

When my own power disappeared, the original prosperous scene was restored to its original scene, which shows that because I changed, the Moore Forest became deteriorated, and I lost my power, and the Moore Forest changed back to its former appearance.

In other words, it was me who harmed Moore Forest, who hurt the elves, who changed from a protector of the forest to a villain who hurt the forest, the kind of person I hate the most.

Marifison did not notice that he had lost his strength and his mentality had also changed.

If it were before, she would never have thought of this, but would have taken it for granted. She was the queen of Moore Forest, and she would have hoped that it would be like what it should be.

"It's not you, it's me who dispelled some bad auras from the ground, it has nothing to do with you." Grey told the truth.

"In other words, even if I lose my strength, the Moore Forest has not changed back. If it weren't for you, the Moore Forest would have become a dark forest forever?" Marifison was in a worse mood.

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