Chapter 1015 The Importance of Hair

Touching your hair is a big deal, this is the first time I heard about it.

I asked the leader of the goblin clan, "What big deal can touching hair be? It's at most a relatively intimate gesture."

The patriarch shook his head: "Only someone like you who knows nothing about customs and culture would think so. Anyone with some knowledge would not ask such childish questions."

Look at what she said, as if I was uneducated. Before I came here, I was a serious graduate of a prestigious university, even though I had not been admitted to graduate school.

The clan leader seemed to see that I was dissatisfied and said, "Don't be dissatisfied in your heart. Let me ask you, what does hair mean to the elves?"

"What does it mean?" I asked the goblin leader.

The clan leader shook his head and said: "Look, you don't even know such a simple question. I really wonder if you are an adventurer who grew up in Zephyr Continent since you were a child."

"I" was about to say, 'Actually, I have traveled through time', but when I said this, the leader of the goblin tribe would probably regard it as an excuse for me to deal with it, so I swallowed it hard and rolled my eyes. He said: "I am a child who came from the mountains. I have never seen so many tricks in the city."

"Children who came out of the mountains?" The goblin leader shook his head again: "Although my tribe and I have been forced to live in this space for many years, we still have a certain understanding of the development of the outside world. In order to To expand their territory and strength, they all try their best to expand the territory and accept new villages and tribes. As long as there are people in the place, they will try their best to win over them, teach knowledge and common sense, unless they are those that are difficult for humans to survive. They can't avoid the dangerous places. Don't tell me that your kid came from those dangerous places. I don't believe it. Not to mention me, even anyone else would never do it. believe."

I know which dangerous places the goblin leader refers to, and I also know that those places are indeed not suitable for human survival and reproduction. If I insist that I come out of those places alive, then the subsequent relationship will become extremely difficult. After all, how can we talk about working together if we can't even chat with each other honestly?

So, I scratched my hair and said with an embarrassed look on my face: "Grandma, the patriarch, you just like to expose my lies. I just don't pay much attention to those customs. Why do you need to argue with me so seriously? ~”

The tone in which I said this was one-third of it being dishonest and one-third of it being coquettish. After all, the leader of the goblin clan is a grandmother. When facing someone like me, who is a grandson, he would always love him first in his heart. As long as there were no issues of principle, she would probably forgive me in a few words - this is why we kiss each other a generation apart.

The leader of the goblin clan is not a stubborn person. When he saw that I had given in, he laughed and said: "Let me tell you, you are not the type who is willing to settle down and study hard. You must be The type who has evil intentions when nothing happens, and is naughty when he reaches out and lifts his legs. Not only is he restless, but his hands will definitely not be free."

Hey, she really got it right!

When I was in school, I was really a thief, thief, thief, thief.

Of course, there are several types of thieves, thieves, and thieves. One is the silly, silly, and silly type, which is called "tiger" in our hometown dialect, that is, the type who is naughty and has no brains, and dares to do whatever others say; One type is wilting, which is what ordinary people call wilting. This kind of naughty usually stays calm and waits for the opportunity. Once the time comes, it will complete the prank without anyone noticing. Then he continued to sit quietly and watch the show.

I belong to the latter.

Hearing this, I scratched my head and smiled at the patriarch without saying a word.

The goblin clan leader smiled and shook his head, saying: "Okay, I won't reveal your old stories anymore, let's get back to the business."

"Okay" I responded, straightened my clothes, sat upright, and looked serious.

"You don't have to pretend to be so serious," the patriarch said, "Just keep your expression casual, like usual, otherwise I won't look like you."

Me: ╮(╯▽╰)╭I’m helpless too!

The elf leader looked at me with deep eyes and said slowly: "Hair is one of the most important organs for the elves. Except for haircuts, elves will not let outsiders touch them at any time. Hair, regardless of men or women, is because, for them, hair symbolizes two meanings: family affection and love."

"Family and love?" I curled my lips.

"Yes, family affection and love," said the goblin patriarch: "This custom was originally passed down from our goblin clan. A long time ago, our ancestors set many rules and customs to regulate the behavior of their people. Among them Including many things related to hair. In the beginning, hair was an organ that only elders in the family were qualified to touch. Once an outsider touched it, and if the other person was of the opposite sex, he had to marry the other person."

Hearing this, my heart moved: Oh, that's right. I wish I had been born in that era. When I see a beautiful woman, I go up and touch her hair, and she becomes mine. In this way, it won't be long before... I can even create a kingdom!

Seriously, the goblin leader continued: "Or kill the other party."

I was shocked: "What? Kill the other party?"

"That's right," the patriarch said, "If you don't like the other party and your hair is touched by the other party, the only option is to kill the other party."

I was horrified: Forget it, it’s better to live in this era. You won’t be killed if you touch your hair.

The leader of the goblin clan continued: "When this custom was first established, our clan passed it on to other races. However, thousands of years have passed, and now we and the elves are the only ones who are willing to abide by this custom."

Hearing this, I began to think wildly: Since Emily didn't hack me to death on the spot, was it because she fell in love with me, or was it because she had not yet thought of a brilliant murder plan and had to let me go temporarily?

Just as I was thinking about it, two light coughs pulled me back from my wild thoughts. The clan leader continued: "Although we are the only two clans who abide by this custom now, this custom has also changed a bit over the years. What started as love has turned into the current love and family affection. In addition to recognized lovers, recognized elders can also touch their hair."

Love and affection?

Family affection?

I held my chin and said slowly: "Emily didn't chop me to death on the spot. Could it be because she regarded me as her elder and had a strong affection for me?"