Nimo had been hiding behind the bar on the first floor of the inn, excited but with a hint of fear watching the warriors brawl.
Aside from those who tried to seduce them in these four days—of course, so weren’t even seductive at all—Lynch had also faced several assassination attempts. The Dark Elves truly deserve their reputation as creatures of the dark; their stealth skills and backstabbing prowess are second to none. However, Lynch, under the warning protection of his Eye of Insight, remained unhard.
"These people must be from so small families, fearing that their rivals would recruit and thus engaged in destructive actions," Lynch said.
No matter how lively or thrilling it got, they welcod the arrival of the fifth day.
That morning, Zilvra appeared early at the inn’s entrance. She looked at the bloodstains still lingering on the street and the utterly destroyed inn door, covering her mouth and giggling softly.
Lynch also appeared in the inn’s first-floor lobby early. Due to Deluo suffering a "severe ntal trauma" over the past two days, he was still clutching a wine jug, lying on his bed snoring loudly. Nimo stayed to take care of him, and the Little Dwarf said he wasn’t interested in visiting the evil Dark Elf Matriarch at all.
However, Lynch believed Nimo truly wanted to test those small items he collected from the ice tower on Deluo. Specins as strong as Deluo were hard to find.
Following behind Zilvra, Lynch kept listening to her various warnings. For example, her matron wasn’t as good-tempered as she was; never lift your head to stare in front of the matron; do not contradict the matron; serving the Dark Elves is an honor, never make excessive requests; if the matron wants to "have" you, never refuse...
"What? Your matron would make such demands?" Lynch suddenly stood in the middle of the street.
"It’s not strange; such things are very normal among Dark Elves. My matron is nearly a thousand years old, but she’s still very healthy. Having a group of servants is quite normal."
Lynch frowned, starting to consider how to avoid such a situation. After all, a nearly thousand-year-old female—even though Dark Elves live long, a thousand years is still a terrifying number—just thinking about it made the mage get goosebumps all over.
"Oh, becoming the matron’s servant is quite an honor," Zilvra tilted her head, looking at Lynch, her eyes full of crafty smiles: "Only excellent n have that qualification..."
"Then I’d rather not be excellent..." Lynch began to move forward again.
"Being not excellent is worse, such waste becos a practice target for family warriors to hone their sword skills." Zilvra stepped ahead of Lynch again, "Or you can just say this, you are already my exclusive male pet..."
"Hahaha, I never thought our little sister would have a day thinking about n. I thought you had no interest in males." As Zilvra was about to elaborate her plan to Lynch, a voice ca from the rooftop in front of them.
Then a silver-haired, black-skinned, curvaceous beauty dressed in elaborate black scale armor with a Nine-Headed Snake Whip at her waist gently floated down from the rooftop. This Floating Technique mastered by the Dark Elf Nobles is indeed an impressive skill.
"This is my sister, Zarra. Careful, she’s quite nasty," Zilvra whispered beside Lynch.
"I can tell by your expression you’re bad-mouthing , sister," Zarra twisted her waist, coming to Lynch. Her body’s curves appeared even more seductive under the movent of her steps, as if her slender waist was saying to Lynch, "Co, put your big hands on ..."
But Lynch clearly knew the aning of the black skin of the female opposite: Dark Elf, the rulers of the Underdark, cruel and cunning. Her demonstration wasn’t to seduce the mage but to show off against her sister.
Lynch knew that sotis misplacing oneself could have dire consequences—even deadly.
"Hmph, sister, what are you doing here? Instead of sticking by the matron’s side to learn those priest skills, when will you beco a powerful family leader?" Zilvra stood before Lynch, looking at her sister, her hand intentionally or inadvertently always caressing the hilt of her thin sword at her waist.
"Don’t be so excited, sister. When will you learn to use your brain? I’m just here today to see what makes this man you’re so invested in special." Zarra inspected Lynch up and down, while the mage unapologetically looked back at the female Drow.
"Looks decent, male! But so things you have to experience to know." Zarra lightly licked her upper lip with her moist, red tongue, the implication very explicit: "Anyti, my room is open for you. You know, this little girl beside you won’t let you experience what ecstasy ans."
"Co find ..." Zarra said, passing by the mage, winking at him, then walking towards the direction of the Ratris City market.
"Don’t believe her words, this woman’s fondness for tornting males is notorious. You could say she’s one of the most perverted Dark Elf priests in the entire city."
"So you don’t wish to beco a priest, and chose to be a warrior instead?" Lynch asked Zilvra.
"Weren’t you not interested in my affairs? Why are you asking now?" Zilvra led the mage towards their family’s residence without looking back, her tone indifferent as she retorted.
But her accelerated heartbeat betrayed her inner excitent, a detail Lynch’s Eye of Insight could not overlook.
The mage’s mouth curled into a slight smile, then quickly resud a serious expression: "Indeed, why would I suddenly ask that? Better hurry up to et your matron."
Though Zilvra still didn’t look back, Lynch knew her face was now full of disappointnt.
The residence of the First Family was now already in front of them.
It’s been ages since surface visitors could enter this heavily guarded castle. anwhile, another castle, originally more fortified, was quietly showing flaws...
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