Game World: I Can Share Talents

Chapter 373 - 14: Starting to Hum

"My Lord, please don’t say such things. I have never made such a timid accusation. If I were to offer you frank criticism, I would state it plainly for you to hear. Being duplicitous is not my style."

Duke Qinghui’s dear sister tilted her pretty face up slightly. Her beautiful, Fairy-like face was dazzlingly alluring, unconsciously radiating a bright, blissful glow. It was truly hard to imagine what kind of ’irrigation’ she had received.

"Hey, Elf. You watched for an entire night, and this is how you speak to my Lord?"

Mephit, wearing only one of Westheid’s discarded white dress shirts, came over stretching her graceful arms. The dazzling sight of her fair skin flashed in the morning glow. The Yonglan Knight brushed her hair back from her ear, her beautiful indigo eyes staring at Amithren as she revealed a wild smile:

"You had the good fortune to witness my Lord’s magnificent presence. It’s one thing not to immediately fall to your knees and beg for his favor, but you still dare to speak so arrogantly? It really makes me question your character. Your arrogance is a disrespectful blasphemy against my Lord, and an insult to me."

Amithren looked at the three of them, thought calmly for a moment, and then suppressed the complex emotions in her heart.

She took a deep breath, bowed, and said:

"My apologies. Perhaps I was being a bit irrational. If I have caused any offense, please forgive me."

Duke Qinghui waved his hand. "It’s nothing. I can understand your panic. How about this? You don’t have to stay in the room anymore. There’s still a side room, isn’t there?"

"No! I can’t!"

The moment Westheid’s gentle words fell, Amithren immediately retorted, her expression serious:

"The Grand Law Officer’s mission for me is to act as your aide and guide. I must not leave your side for a moment. How could I let... let such a trivial matter interfere?"

Amithren puffed out her chest. The panic and mortification on her cold, beautiful face temporarily receded, replaced by an expression of extreme, feigned seriousness.

"Please don’t worry about me. Since this is my job, enduring it is also a necessity."

Seeing this, Mephit sneered, moved to Westheid’s side, and whispered in the Monarch’s ear:

"How pathetic. She’s clearly trapped in temptation but refuses to admit it, insisting on hiding behind some high-sounding excuse."

The straightforward Yonglan Knight had considerable contempt for such petty schemes. In her eyes, Westheid was the goddamn ruler of this world!

If you’re attracted to the Knight King’s power and Charm, you should prostrate yourself at the king’s feet without hesitation. You might even be granted a favor.

Submitting to a true king and Powerhouse is not shameful. On the contrary, it could even be considered an honor.

It wasn’t just Mephit; even Westheid found Amithren’s change of heart a bit too abrupt. Her attitude was a clear case of self-deception.

’Isn’t this great?’

Westheid smiled, not mocking her like Mephit.

’To be able to so casually make a leading figure among the Thousand Laws Royal Court’s Stringed Swordsmen dizzy and lose all reason... that’s more than enough proof that my Charm is effective. This is a good thing. Amithren is leading by example. It’s truly touching.’

’Looks like it won’t take too much time to secure her.’

Leaving his quarters, Westheid ran into Luyetan, who was also just stepping out.

"Morning, Duke Qinghui. You all weren’t very quiet last night, were you."

Luyetan had originally planned to sneak into Westheid’s dreamscape last night for a good feast, but Westheid hadn’t meditated at all, so she had come up empty.

And so, after a whole night of waiting, Luyetan very naturally took Westheid’s arm—only when Westheid’s other lovers weren’t around could she so brazenly occupy the spot beside him.

The elegant and charming Yuanxi Lord took a deep sniff of the intoxicating pheromones wafting from the man, the corner of her beautiful eyes glancing at the Stringed Swordsman as she teased in a low voice:

"What, you’ve conquered her already?"

Westheid shook his head. "No, I’m not that incredible."

Hearing this, Luyetan’s beautiful eyes widened in surprise. She covered her mouth and said:

"Oh my, with your power, you actually couldn’t conquer her? Goodness, are the Pure-blood Elves of the Royal Court really that hard to handle?"

Westheid sneered. "Hah. I’m being underestimated. I just wasn’t in the mood for it yet."

’After being so intensely ignored, Amithren was already stimulated to the point of delirium. As a Pure-blood Elf of the Royal Family, it wasn’t easy for her to endure a whole night of it. She had already reached the stage of deceiving herself.’

For example, right now, Amithren’s pointed ears twitched. She had clearly heard Luyetan’s words but gave no reaction. Her only response was the reddening of the base of her ears and a light bite of her cherry lips. Her forced attempt to look straight ahead only made her seem more conspicuous.

’This Stringed Swordsman sent to monitor me has probably already become my plaything. If I’d wanted to, I could have made her a bitch groveling at my feet last night and "educated" her so thoroughly she would have become pure Star Fury Power!’

’Just like Rozana and the others. In the art of seduction, there’s no win-win, only a zero-sum game. The winner takes all!’

’But there’s no hurry. No hurry at all.’

’I should wait a few more days. After all, Amithren is from Eilvette’s Direct Lineage. If I’m going to poach her, I should give it a few days. Being too abrupt will only arouse the Grand Law Officer’s suspicion.’

’Having Eilvette question my intentions right from the start would undoubtedly be a terrible situation. It would mean my plan to usurp the nation could hardly be carried out openly, and I would constantly face Eilvette’s vigilance.’

’Of course, I won’t try to persuade Eilvette—that’s impossible. But the Grand Law Officer won’t personally monitor me either; they have their own affairs to attend to. As long as I can deceive their eyes and ears, that’s one way to handle it.’

’It’s a pity the Grand Law Officer doesn’t have any daughters or sisters. Otherwise, if I were to get involved with them for a while, I could definitely improve the Grand Law Officer’s impression of me, which would have a greater numbing effect.’

’Sigh. Thinking about it that way, it really takes a lot of the fun out of it.’

Westheid rubbed his chin and shook his head, then looked at the dazed Silver-haired Elf Sister.

"Miss Amithren."

She didn’t react at all, so Westheid had to raise his voice:

"Miss Amithren!"

The Miss Elf finally seemed to wake from a dream and hurriedly said:

"Ah? Oh! Is something the matter?"

"The rest period from yesterday until now is about over. It’s time we get to business. Please take me to the camp. We do need to get synchronized for the coming battles."

Westheid hadn’t forgotten the real business at hand. Although usurping the Thousand Laws Ceremony was his main objective, dealing with the Demon’s Frenzy Banquet disaster was a necessary prerequisite to achieving that goal.

"Yes, please follow me."

Amithren frantically smoothed the hair at her temples, nodding repeatedly.

She then led Westheid and the others to the military garrison of the Central Royal Court. The fleet that had arrived yesterday was also docked here. Westheid’s legions were quartered next to the Royal Court’s garrison.

This so-called ’battle formation integration’ wasn’t anything profound. To put it bluntly, it was just about letting allied forces familiarize themselves with each other’s skills. The Extraordinary Professions of the Mortal World were incredibly diverse, and Transcendents were generally only familiar with professions on the same or similar paths, while knowing little about those on other paths.

This could lead to situations where they hinder each other, such as with the Yonglan Knights and the Stringed Swordsmen, whose styles are furthest apart.

On the battlefield, a Stringed Swordsman might be horrified by a Yonglan Knight’s casual acts of self-harm, completely unable to understand what those lunatics are doing.

Meanwhile, the Yonglan Knights’ tendency to open with a battle cry would disrupt the rhythmic harmony of the Stringed Swordsmen, throwing the latter’s formations into complete disarray.

Hm? How come only the Stringed Swordsmen are affected? Well, that’s because being a Yonglan Knight is a noble profession that is absolutely unaffected by such things.

In short, if the two armies were thrown onto the battlefield together without any synergy, the resulting chaos would likely be more severe than an enemy charge.