Chapter 264 - I Have Cheats (2/2)

This elf was very feeble, and Betta reckoned that he didn’t even have a profession.

Although this elf was dressed in a gaudy suit, it was all dirty and he looked awful as if he was very weak.

Then Betta noticed that elf’s gaudy suit was in the extravagant style of a human tailor.

It was completely different from the extremely flashy and exquisite style of the elves, and then he noticed that this elf had pointy ears that were a little shorter than the average elf.

A half-elf!

As soon as this thought occurred to Betta, the elf suddenly stopped, stood in place, and began to list from side to side, rocking for a while before falling to the gra.s.s.

Betta walked over and found that the elf had fainted.

He didn’t know healing spells, so he could only take out a canteen from his Backpack, fill the elf’s mouth with some water, and stuff in a piece of jerky.

The elf instinctively drank the water and ate the jerky, and about half an hour later, he woke up.

The elf’s golden eyes were numb and nerveless, barely registering any emotion even at the sight of a stranger standing in front of him.

He looked at Betta steadily for a moment, then asked in a weak tone, “Why would you save a loser like me?”

Betta asked with some surprise, “Young man, the world is such a beautiful place, but if you’re going to seek death, it’s too much of a waste of life. Besides, you’re so handsome. Even if you don’t do anything and freeload, you’ll be able to live well.”

The elf scoffed as his gaze swept over Betta’s face for a moment. “I’m almost thirty years old, human boy.”

In terms of a half-elf’s lifespan, thirty years old was only just entering adolescence.

“Oh, but why do I think you’re so immature? More immature than I am,” Betta said with a nod and a smile.

The elf closed his eyes and ignored him.

Betta walked around the elf twice from left to right, then asked, “Well, how about becoming my knight, elf boy?”

“I can’t even take the post of the most basic militia profession, let alone be a knight.” The elf’s expression was rather sorrowful.

“It doesn’t matter.” Betta waved his hand. “I’ve got a cheat here, the Knights of the Round Table system, so even if you’re the most useless kobold, it can still allow you to have the profession best suited to you.”

The half-elf opened his eyes abruptly. “Are you lying to me?”

Betta laughed quite happily. “No! You’re not a beautiful woman, there’s no use lying to you. What’s your name, youngster?”

“Glinton!”

On his part, Roland teleported back outside of Delpon, and as soon as his legs jumped onto the ground, he crouched down and retched hard.

Although Roland had teleported many times, he still hadn’t gotten used to it.

After retching for nearly ten minutes, Roland finally felt much better.

He walked slowly toward the city on his weakened legs.

However, this time, the vomiting sensation was not as heavy as the last two times, presumably because of the increase to level six; after all, his physical qualities had improved.

He walked back to his manor and ended up seeing a figure screaming and falling in front of him before he even entered the door.

Then Andonara’s dominating voice came out of the manor: “How many times have I told you that I have no interest in you lewd-faced idiots? The next time anyone sends me flowers and says something disgusting out loud, I’ll just bust their b.a.l.l.s.”

Roland followed the sound and found Andonara, resplendent in her tight leather armor, standing in the middle of the garden with her hands on her hips.

And then Andonara saw him.

“Ah!”

Andonara squealed with glee, appeared in front of Roland with a Z-Charge, then hugged Roland’s right arm and looked at him with burning eyes.

“I’ve missed you so much.”

[1] 11th route refers to one’s feet