Shami noticed the Tablet Spirit's eyes were filled with tears looking at him.
"It's just a barbecue, no need to cry, right?"
Lureya quickly blinked and retracted the mist in front of her eyes.
"There's wind. The Elf Race is sensitive from body to emotions, so when the wind blows, I think of sad things."
"..."
Shami thought about it and decided not to argue with the Tablet Spirit.
After all, the sensitivity of the Elf Race is known across the entire continent.
It's said that just blowing hot air directly at a female elf's pointed ears can make her softly collapse, losing all strength, her face flushed.
Shami looked at the white pointed ears of the Tablet Spirit in front of him.
Of course, he wouldn't personally verify such rumors.
"I'll help too!"
Lureya revived, energetically raised her hands, and came to Shami's side.
