Never believe that the so-called processing speed of longevity species is as fast as human beings can understand. In particular, a certain time-travelling came from an era and society where the pace of life was really fast, and they were even more uncomfortable with the so-called fast movements of these damn elves.
Lin waited a whole day for the reception officials from the Kingdom of Armenia. Originally, I was going to use flash magic to go back to the Kabamba Academy in the holy city of Estali for classes in the afternoon, so I contacted them through letters at short notice, asking the lich at home to take the lead. Otherwise, it would be easy to run back to class. If a reception official arrives but he is not there, or if he rushes back temporarily, it will be difficult to explain to others no matter what the situation is.
After the progress of his algorithm had advanced a lot, the reception officials from the Elf Kingdom arrived belatedly. He was a guy who looked a little out of place with the beautiful elves. His protruding belly and short and fat figure made this official look more like a well-fed landlord among humans than an elf.
As soon as he appeared, he did not hide his physical flaws, patted his belly, and greeted: "Hahaha, Your Excellency Tripwood, I am Wildwalker Fuerten. On behalf of the Kingdom of Amallan, I am responsible for receiving your Excellency. If If you have any needs, please feel free to ask me. I will try my best to meet your needs. It’s late today, so let’s go have a meal first. After dinner, I will take you to the cave to rest.”
Someone who had lost his temper said politely: "Then I'll trouble Mr. Fu Teng."
"Hey, there's no need to call me Sir, I'm not at that level yet. Just call me Fu Teng. Your Excellency, please come with me." The fat elf who is used to dealing with humans showed a smile that was not annoying, and said diligently Greeting someone.
On the first day of my stay in the Kingdom of Armenia, I had dinner in a high-end restaurant with a luxurious atmosphere. From the small box on the second floor, you can see the performance on the stage. In the pink light, the elves in gauze and light clothes danced in various suggestive dances.
Someone can be considered resistant to such a performance. Think about the hometown-style pole dancing and sex, which are more glamorous and exciting. It will take another hundred years for the fandom to develop. It’s just that before time travel, I had only seen it in movies or some larger-scale TV series. In addition, this time I went out alone, without the lich and annoying apprentice following me. Let me look at this with appreciation. A performance.
The meal that was served was also different from the elegant elf-style delicacies that someone had tasted before. The food here is heavy on salty, sweet and flavourful, as if all kinds of spices are sprinkled directly on your taste buds for free. Although the taste is pungent, it is not disgusting. In other words, these dishes have achieved a very delicate balance in the strong taste, which is acceptable.
The wine served at the banquet was also different from the elven fruit wine that Lin drank in the past. The wine served here was very strong. If you take a sip, it will burn your tongue and throat, and then cause heartburn. This made someone strongly suspect that this should already be classified as distilled liquor, and it was also highly alcoholic. You must know that the wine in other places in the Lost Land is still mainly brewed wine, and distilled wine is the first time someone has seen it.
After a meal, not only the guests and the host are enjoying themselves, but for someone who is used to eating local dishes at home, it is a very enjoyable thing to occasionally try different delicacies. But what's going on with this kind of reception style that's not elfin at all?
If he had ignored the other party's pointed ears and looked at the handsome men and beauties running around in the street, Lin would have thought that he was being entertained by some human noble or wealthy businessman. So after finishing the dessert and still not leaving this restaurant, the next step is probably what you want, right?
Just then, the curtain of the small box was opened, and a row of elf beauties in hot clothes walked in, looking like they were ready for you to choose. Someone suddenly had the illusion that he had traveled back to his hometown?
Having been in Midi for so many years, although I can’t be called a know-it-all in Midi, I have really never been to such a professional place. Most of the prostitutes I encountered in the past were part-time maids in taverns. In some larger towns, you can occasionally encounter wandering girls soliciting customers in the dark streets.
Later, I dealt with nobles, and all I met were unattainable social butterflies. These women only care about status, money comes second. Not everyone is qualified to climb into their bed, and a certain magician is certainly not qualified.
Those who have seen these people selling themselves and performing arts, have never seen such a serious place of feasting and feasting.
Speaking of which, being brought here by this fat elf was a first for a man who was born in a fat house and was a magician before and after time travel.
The people who entered the small box were all elf dancers who had performed on the stage, Yingying Yanyan. If this were placed on Earth, there would be a row of supermodel-level beauties. It's just that... they are far more silent than one could imagine.
The fat elf who was in charge of entertaining selected a beauty that he liked and quickly pulled her into his arms. My hands became restless, groping up and down to find the secret.
The otaku magician who had never had such an experience was not frightened to the point of being stiff, but he still had trouble making a choice. Finally, under the urging of the fat elf, Lin chose a relatively familiar beauty, who was the first elf beauty that someone had taken a serious look at during the previous performance.
Because he had no similar experience, someone hesitated for a long time, not knowing how to start. Like that fat elf, it seems weird to get started right away, without any foreplay. In the end, Lin could only hold back one sentence: "Well, what's your name?"
It was obviously a very simple question, but the beautiful elf sitting next to her just widened her eyes, looking confused, and had no intention of answering. The fat elf next to him chuckled and said, "Why do you want to ask them questions?"
"My habit is to cultivate feelings first. If you only care about your own feelings, how is it different from getting a piece of dead meat? Don't they speak common language and only speak Elvish?"
Someone said something plausibly, but it only made the fat elf feel even more funny. "Now I can believe that your Excellency has never been to the Kingdom of Armenia." He picked up the beauty in his arms, grabbed her chin with his hands, pinched her mouth open, and said, "Look, this is why they can't speak. s reason."
At first, Lin didn't understand the reason why the fat elf did this. But upon closer inspection, someone could see clearly that the elf beauty in his arms had no tongue in her mouth. To speak the language of elves, the flexibility of the tongue is very important. But since there is no tongue, many sounds cannot be pronounced, and of course there is no way to speak normally. Maybe just don't say it at all.
Lin looked at the beauty beside him in astonishment, pointed at the woman hugged by the fat elf, then pointed at his own mouth, and asked: "Are you the same?"
This time, the beauty beside him understood what Lin meant. She forced a smile and nodded, with a mixed expression on her face.
In someone's fantasy, 'elves' are a beautiful race with good moral character, and can almost be regarded as a representative noun opposite to 'human beings'. But seeing a female elf suffer this kind of thing today really broke someone's outlook. Lin's face was full of shock and confusion, and he asked: "Why?"
"The women sent here are all sinners, or the wives and daughters of sinners. This is their way of atonement. As for pulling out their tongues, it is to prevent them from praising them when they do unclean things. The name that came out of his mouth." When the fat elf was talking about what was considered a normal thing in the kingdom, the expressions of the two women in the small box became much gloomier.
Knowing that this was an approach that belonged to the opponent's national policy level, Lin stopped talking. Even in Chinese history, the family members of prisoners were assigned as official prostitutes, which happened in all dynasties. At least this was considered a lighter punishment than outright execution or exile.
Just the matter of pulling out the tongue is equivalent to a lifelong mark. Official prostitutes in the history of their hometown still have the opportunity to become good people. But in the Elf Kingdom of Armenia, after pulling out her tongue, it means that this identity will follow her for life, even after death. Or will the elves use the magic of limb regeneration to make the tongue grow back?
No matter which one it is, with the kind intention of saving a lost woman or aiding a helpless girl, someone has a rare indulgence. Of course, another more high-sounding reason is to relax the official vigilance of the group of elves in front of them, no matter who is standing behind the fat elf Wildwalk Futen.
The next morning, Lin woke up in a place other than his familiar bed for the first time in more than two years. The excitement last night only remains last night. The first question we have to face today is how long will it take for the minions of the Kingdom of Armenia to meet their king and discuss business?
Looking at this attitude of treating guests to dinner, drinking and playing with women, it feels like it will be a long-term struggle.
Before he could finish his thoughts, someone banged on the door and said, "Your Excellency Tripwood, are you awake?"
Is this a greeting or a wake-up call? If I were really lying in bed now and knocked on the door like this, I would wake up even if I didn't wake up. Lin opened the door and took a look, and sure enough it was the fat face with a sly smile. Wildwork Futeng smiled and said, "Sir, did you have a good time last night?"
"It was a wonderful night." Lin said politely.
"If your Excellency is satisfied, that's fine. I'm afraid that if we don't entertain you well, we'll lose the kingdom's face." The fat elf responded in the same polite manner, smiling attentively. After he stepped aside, he revealed the dining cart pushed by the waiter behind him, with a sumptuous meal on it. Wildwork Fuerten said: "Would you like breakfast?"
"Of course, of course, please come in." Lin stepped aside and allowed the fat elf and the waiter to enter the high-end room in the guest house. If this room were placed in my hometown, it would be at the level of a five-star hotel or a presidential suite. It has its own small dining room and bar, probably everything except the kitchen.
The waiter moved neatly but without making a sound. After placing the dishes on the table, he left.
It's just that the richness and portions of the food in front of me don't seem to be enough for one person to eat. Just when Lin was thinking this, he saw the fat elf unceremoniously pulled out the chair opposite the dining table, sat down, and said: "Oh, I'm starving, I'm starving. I haven't eaten breakfast yet, you don't mind. Let me dine together.”
The fat elf who was talking reached out his hand to attack the big lobster on the table without waiting for anyone's consent. His movements were as skillful and smooth as the hand he used to catch the girl last night.
Suddenly someone figured something out. I dare say that the ones last night and this morning are actually this guy’s personal interests. I'm just using myself as an excuse to report to the public account.
