San Lorenzo, evening.

The Sun was setting.

No one could be seen.

Monn and the others returned to Monn's villa.

When they first saw the villa,.

Elf leader Eiffel was shocked.

His eyes were wide open.

Even his mouth was wide open.

He knew that the Holy Church in San Lorenzo was very glorious,

But he didn't expect that even Pope Monn's residence was so prosperous.

Was everyone treated so well?

He thought of his small wooden house built on a tree.

The difference was obvious.

Of course, Eiffel didn't feel any envy.

Because the elves loved to be close to nature.

So the wooden house was the most comfortable environment for them.

If he really wanted to move, Eiffel really could have, but he didn't want to.

But this scene still shocked him.

Because it was too magnificent and gorgeous.

He couldn't help but be shocked.

Knowing that Monn was about to enter the house, only then did he start to react.

He hurriedly pulled Asher, who was behind him,

However, this pull did not pull Asher back.

After turning around,

Eiffel saw that Asher's entire body was covered with mixed-colored shadows.

It was as if she had been cursed.

This situation caused her to be completely shocked.

He had actually caused harm to his Elf Princess!

This was absolutely unforgivable,

But as Eiffel took a look for himself,

He realized that it was not quite what he had expected.

The Princess's looked as if she had lost all color.

It was as if she had nothing to live for.

Eiffel asked tentatively, "Princess Asher?"

Eiffel understood a little.

Then she jumped up with a horrible face, as if her vitality had been sucked dry.

When her face came close to him,

Eiffel instantly took a few steps back.

Seeing that Asher didn't follow him,

Eiffel was relieved.

She patted her chest hard.

She looked frightened.

When she calmed down,

He saw the resentful look in Asher's eyes.

Eiffel smiled awkwardly.

He quickly changed the topic and said, "Your Highness, what are you doing?"

Asher sighed and returned to her original appearance.

Asher waved his hand and said, "Forget it, it's okay."

Eiffel was puzzled.

But seeing that Asher didn't want to talk, he didn't ask anymore.

Asher sighed in his heart.

She realised that Monn and the others must have thought so badly of her.

Thinking of this, Asher felt a burst of shame and anger.

How could she know that meals cost money?

There was no one in the clan to tell her.

But it had already happened.

Asher had no choice.

She could only think of a way to restore her image as much as possible.

She couldn't lose her face in front of her life's benefactor.

After she figured it out, Asher looked at Eiffel with a determined gaze.

In his trouser pocket.

Seeing this, Eiffel's heart tightened.

He hurriedly grabbed his trouser pocket and said warily, "Your Highness, what are you trying to do?"

He was very suspicious that The Princess was eyeing the money in his pocket.

The problem was that he didn't bring much.

He was going to buy some souvenirs in the human city before he went back,

But Asher didn't care about that.

She just wanted to try her best to save her image.

Of course, her oblivious image might have already been imprinted in Monn's mind.

No matter how hard she tried, it would be impossible to change his impression of her.

Asher stared at Eiffel's trouser pocket and said, "You should have brought enough human currency. Why don't you pay Monn first?"

Eiffel didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "Your Highness, if I had money, would I have told Her Majesty to report it? I really didn't bring much money."

But Asher didn't believe it.

Her eyes were sharp, like a wolf who had seen its prey.

She pounced on Eiffel.

Eiffel was afraid that Asher would accidentally fall.

He didn't dare to Dodge.

He could only let Asher pounce on him.

But his hand was really tightly clutching his trouser pocket.

Asher couldn't take whatever money he had left.

Eiffel knew that.

In front of Asher's appetite.

The money in his pocket was not enough.

Even if Asher took it, what could she do with it?

He might as well use it to buy a souvenir instead,

At least it could be of some use.

If she gave it to Asher, it would be like sinking a stone into the sea.

He couldn't trouble Pope Monn again.

How embarrassing.

He had already handed the money over to Pope Munn.

It would be too embarrassing if he had to take it back.

He might as well not talk about it.

It would be embarrassing.

After weighing the pros and cons,

Eiffel became more determined.

He couldn't let the Princess take the money away.

It wasn't just about his souvenir.

It was also about his face.

Besides, the Princess had already lost her face, and there was no saving her.

However, if he lost his face, it would leave a bad impression of the elves.

It wasn't just about him.

It was about the image of the elves.

So, he couldn't let Asher take the money.

In a short moment, Eiffel found countless reasons to reject Asher.

It made him firmer.

Not only to convince Asher, but also to convince himself.

In a short period of time,.

Asher and Eiffel fought countless rounds.

In the end, the money in Eiffel's pocket was still in his own pocket.

Of course.

After all, Eiffel was a Holy Ranker.

How would the Princess, who hadn't even reached Amethyst Rank, win him.

Speaking of Asher's strength,

Eiffel felt even more troubled.

Originally, when it came to the talent of elves,

Especially the elf royal family, their talent was extraordinary.

However, their Princess just played around.

She never took the initiative to cultivate.

If it weren't for Her Majesty, the Queen forcing Asher, she probably wouldn't even be able to reach Black Gold Rank.

Yet, despite not cultivating much, she was able to reach Black Gold Rank.

This talent was terrifying.

However, it was a pity.

Such an amazing talent had fallen into the hands of Asher.

It was a waste of good talent.

As he thought about it,

Eiffel was still dealing with the harassment from the Princess.