Chapter 780 Emily’s Home

Emily in casual clothes is a beautiful sight whether walking or standing.

But it only stops at walking and standing.

This is what I can't help but sigh when I stand under the fruit tree and look up at the top of the tree.

Emily, who was collecting fruits, moved and looked like she was in a battle. There was not a moment when she was not jumping around, and there was not a single technique that was not clean and neat.

What she holds in her hand is a sword with flashing silver light, which is also the weapon she usually uses for combat.

The elves have always cherished their swords and would not use them in battle casually until the critical moment.

Of course, this is limited to most elves. Among the elves I know, only the Elf Queen, Princess Analita and a few elders do this.

Lillea's sword had long been smelted into a dagger by her for self-defense; Princess Analetta didn't seem to take her sword seriously at all. I was quite puzzled before, the Elf Queen and Anali Princess Ta values ​​her sword so much, why does Princess Analetta, the little sister, care so little about her sword?

Looking at it now, I found the answer. It was probably influenced by her master, Emily.

Emily's position on the tree kept changing, and the sword in her hand kept flashing with white sword light. Each flash of sword light meant that one or several fruits had fallen.

Although her movements were fierce, they were still cool, but they hurt me under the tree. I pricked my hands, like a child who wanted to embrace the sky, and followed Emily's figure all over the ground, while having to be careful about covering my face. When falling fruits hit you, you need to accurately catch the falling fruits on one side to prevent them from falling to the ground and smashing to pieces.

This is not only a technical job, but also a physical exercise.

Anyway, by the time Emily finally jumped down from the tree, I was as tired as a dog.

The grass was full of fruits that I caught and dropped. Fortunately, the force I threw was very small, and most of the fruits were intact. Emily was also very satisfied with this.

I asked her: "Do you usually feel like this when you pick fruits by yourself?"

She said calmly: "No, I usually go up with my pocket."

As she spoke, she took out a neatly folded bag from her side, unfolded it, and began to pick up the fruits one by one.

After picking the fruits, we continue to pick vegetables.

Watching Emily looking for vegetables one by one, I suddenly couldn't bear it, so I asked her: "What vegetables do you need? Tell me and I will help you find them."

"Lettuce, cucumber, lettuce."

Emily did not decline or be polite, but directly told me the names of the vegetables I needed.

I listened to it once, wrote it down, told her to wait here, and ran to another part of the Elf Forest alone.

Along the way, I watched to see if Emily was following me, or if someone was quietly following me. However, after I ran a few hundred meters, I felt relieved. It seemed that Emily's trip was really just a trip. It’s just for picking fruits and vegetables, not for any other reason.

In fact, my knowledge of vegetables is relatively limited, but there are people I know who know a lot about vegetables.

That's right, it's a goblin.

Not only do the fairies know a lot about vegetables, it can even be said that as long as it is a plant, there is nothing they do not know, understand, and are not proficient in.

When I promised Emily to help her pick vegetables, I actually wanted to ask the fairies for help.

But I will not take Emily into the territory of goblins, because now I don't know her very well, and I don't know whether she is pro-goblins or hates goblins.

The former is okay, but if it is the latter, then the goblin tribe will be in danger. After all, Emily is the strongest among the young generation of the entire Zephyr Continent.

I can't just make fun of the fairy clan's survival.

Before entering the goblin territory, I greeted the goblin leader. After entering the territory, I picked up several large bags of vegetables that I had prepared. I thanked them and left quickly.

After leaving, I deliberately put the bag next to me and looked around to make sure there was no trouble. Then I walked back the same way with the bag.

Emily was still waiting in place, sitting on her side with her legs together. Against the faint light spots around her, she seemed like a fairy who had emerged from the world, quietly feeling everything in nature.

I looked at her quietly for a while, then closed my eyes and calmed down my mind, then walked over with the vegetables on my shoulders and said, "Long wait."

Emily raised her head and looked at me. From her fair skin, a layer of faint golden light shrouded her, and I couldn't help but be fascinated by it.

After a moment of trance, I closed my eyes again, cleared my throat, coughed twice, and said, "What, these are the vegetables you want. Just tap on them and see if they are the right variety."

She said softly 'hmm'.

I felt a hand take the bag from my shoulder, and then I opened my eyes.

Emily was still looking at me, still beautiful and dazzling, but because I was mentally prepared, her beauty was not as stunning as before.

After counting the number and types, she gathered the bag and said, "Yes, that's it."

I picked up the bags one by one, put them on my shoulders, waved my hand and said, "Lead the way, I'll take them back to you."

Emily did not refuse, but walked side by side with me. At this time, it was already past dusk, the street lights were on, and there were still some scattered pedestrians walking on the street.

I asked Emily, “Do you pick fruits and vegetables every day?”

"Not every day," she said calmly, "just occasionally."

"Do you always come home so late?" I asked again.

She shook her head: "It's much later than today. There are a lot of vegetables and fruits in the forest, but the growing places are very complicated, and they usually have to be picked late at night."

"Why don't you go to the store and buy it?" I asked puzzled.

"The vegetables in the store don't taste good," she said flatly.

Soon, I followed her to the door of the house. When I saw her taking out her keys and preparing to open the door, I said, "Then I'll go back first."

I turned around and was about to leave when I felt someone pulling on my clothes behind me. When I turned my head, Emily's hand was pulling on the hem of my clothes.

"Is something wrong?" I asked.

She nodded and said, "Thanks to you today, come in and have a cup of tea."

I looked at the sky and saw that it was not too late. I guessed that Fenghuang and the others hadn't cooked yet, so I nodded, picked up a few bags, and followed in.

Emily's treehouse is very small, not even one-third the size of my treehouse. The furnishings in the room are also quite simple. Apart from the necessary furniture, there is only one more furnishing - that is a painting. It's an old photo frame, and the photos inside are a little dated.

In the photo, there is a man and woman with sunny smiles. In their arms, they hold a slumbering baby.