"So, don't stop me from making clothes for you in the future, otherwise I will be lonely too."

"Tell me, have you been led astray by the little ghost? When did my little Lulu become so cunning?" I pinched the small ornament helplessly, and the cold metal ring touched Vilas's face a few times.

, pretending to be angry.

"Hehe~~"

Veras laughed stupidly a few times, looking at my face with a shy look, and then turned to the hand playing with her hair accessories, then she narrowed her eyes, and she was so happy.

That's right.

"It's something that only... my husband can touch."

"Yes, am I not your husband now? My little Lulu~~"

I have long understood the customs of Vitas Village and the meaning of this hair bundle. I couldn't help but hug the gentle and beautiful wife in my arms a little closer, and kissed her smooth face.

"Being able to marry an adult is really like a dream. Shouldn't you wake up?" Vilas stretched out her little hand, fearing that I would suddenly turn into bubbles and disappear. She gently rubbed my face and stroked it, then gently touched it.

pinch.

"Idiot, you should pinch yourself."

I was angry and funny and slapped her face back: "How about it? Will it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt at all. Is it really a dream?!"

Vilas looked confused and slightly frightened.

"Fool, that's just because I didn't use enough force."

I really can't do it, I can't bear to use even a little bit of strength. No wonder the old drunkard and those guys always laugh at me for doting on Willas and the others. It's almost a disease.

"Hehe~~"

After thinking clearly about the reason, Willas swept away the confusion and fear in her eyes, and revealed a sweet and happy smile as if she could squeeze honey out of it.

"Why are you laughing~~! I don't want to exert myself. It's just that I haven't eaten enough for dinner, so I can't exert myself."

Bearing the sweet gaze cast by Willas, my old face was a little helpless, and I opened my eyes pretending to be fierce.

Unexpectedly, Willas smiled even sweeter, and her eyes became blurred and happy.

Smile, smile, I will make you laugh.

I glared, and anger suddenly arose in my heart. I quickly lowered my head and blocked those soft lips that not only let out a hateful giggle.

"Hmm~~Hmm~~"

Suddenly, from the lips that overlapped each other, Veras could only let out some confused and charming moans. Her body stiffened slightly at first, then softened as if she had no bones, and became hot.

The next day, the remote teleportation station in the camp.

Because of the mischief that Old Drunkard and Old Mu Donggua caused in the Elf Square, the stingy Farah, who had been watched by people of all races in recent times, actually appeared among the group of people seeing him off.

"Is that bastard here yet?!"

With his eyes burning with cold anger, he glanced around, and when he found that the old drunkard was not there, he said "cut", his eyes gradually calmed down, and returned to the mage's unruffled state.

"Tell me, what's the matter?"

I went to the Three Treasures Palace for nothing, but I was not stupid enough to think that this guy was here to see me off specially.

"Don't look wary. We are all elders. I'm here to see you off. Isn't it a matter of course?"

The miser changed his usual stingy demeanor, and what he said was reasonable and upright. However, the more he behaved like this, the more certain I became that he was planning something else.

"Okay, if that's the case, then I'll accept your kindness and take the first step."

After giving him a faint look, I made a gesture to enter the teleportation array.

"Wait, wait~~"

As expected, the moment I turned around, the miser immediately rushed up to me, grabbed my cloak, gray eyebrows, wrinkled old face and sparse beard, forming a smile full of conspiracy.

.

"Wait a minute, dear Wu, I have something to do and I want you to do me a little favor."

Yes, I usually use the words Wu brat on the left and stingy on the right, but now my dear Wu is used.

"Let's see and then talk."

I glanced at Akala who was smiling next to me, and I answered cautiously.

"First of all, this is a newly developed high-level energy potion. You can try it first." After a pause, Farah reminded me.

"Remember, your current strength is not able to withstand high-level energy potions. This is prepared for when you transform into blood bear and moon wolf."

After taking more than ten bottles of high-level energy potions from Farah, I looked at Farah with a more alert look on my face.

There is a conspiracy, there must be a conspiracy. This guy will never be so humble just to let himself experiment with these high-level energy potions.

Putting away the energy potion, I waited silently for the next step. Sure enough, after laughing a few times, the old man took out more than ten scrolls and handed them to me again.

"This is the newly developed town teleportation scroll. You can try it out."

I subconsciously stretched out my hand and was about to take the scrolls, when suddenly I suddenly pulled my hand back.

Wait, it’s newly developed, let’s try it?

"These scrolls are probably sent to strange places other than towns."

I looked at Farah with a smile on his face, and then at the scroll in his hand. My face was full of vigilance. Apart from this possibility, I really couldn't think of the conspiracy atmosphere he was showing now, and the "try it" in his mouth.

What other meanings does "have a try" have?

"How could it be? The place where these town teleportation scrolls are sent is, of course, the same as before, it is the nearest town teleportation terminal."

Old Farah's expression suddenly changed, as if my words had insulted his proud work, he retorted angrily, then smacked his mouth and added four words in an extremely shameless manner.

"Generally speaking."

I:"……"

"I am leaving."

I nodded to Vilas a few times, and turned around to leave without even bothering Farah.

"Wait, dear Wu, listen to me, listen to me."

Old man Farah shamelessly held on to my cloak, spitting at the same time.

"To put it bluntly, if you want to test it, you won't go out into the field and use one yourself, thinking that I have nothing to do?"

I turned around and yelled at his old face.

"Ahem, I've tried this too, and it's not just me, but other people have also asked me. It's no problem at all. Those who are teleported back are all camp teleporters."

"Isn't that great? It can be teleported back safely, doesn't it mean it has been successful?" I rolled my eyes.

"My little ancestor, one or two successes does not mean 100% success. Even if there is only one thousandth failure rate, it is very likely that we will lose dozens of precious adventurers every year. You

Do you think I can be careless?"

After hearing what Farah said was reasonable, my expression softened, then tensed up again.

"Then why do you want me to test it? Isn't it enough to let others test it a few more times?"

"Hey, it's a long story. To put it simply, it is very difficult to make these town teleportation scrolls. Only when we are sure that it can be 100% successful will we spend a huge amount of money to make a fixed template to make the production easier.

."

"That means we can't guarantee the success rate, so we can't make a template? What is the huge price that requires such hesitation and caution?"

I took the scroll casually and started playing with it.

"Ten perfect gems, the success rate is only 30%."

Farah's answer made me stunned, and the scroll I was playing with fell to the ground.

It is true that without guaranteeing the success rate, one cannot be ruthless enough to pay for the creation of a template.

Wait, no, even if what old man Farah said is right, we can't conduct a lot of experiments now, but what does this have to do with giving it to me for experiments?

I stared at the laughing mage and asked word by word.

"Old man, you shouldn't be thinking in your mind right now, "If you try it on others, it may take thousands of times to get the success rate, but if you use it on this guy, it only takes a dozen times to test it out" or something like that.

idea."

"No, absolutely not. I have never had such an idea in my mind that [you are hundreds of times more tragic than others]. I have never had such an idea at all."

Farah shook his beard and retorted vigorously.

"..."

This old man has completely exposed his ugly thoughts, but this is a fact and I can't refute it.

For some reason, when I look at the new return scroll in my hand, I always feel that it is emitting an ominous aura that only I can feel, echoing my own tragic aura.

"Old man, tell me, what improvements do these things have over the previous return scrolls?"

"These newly developed scrolls only take ten seconds to unfold."
To be continued...