Never believe that the long-lived species' processing speed was as fast as the human's understanding of it. In particular, a certain transmigrator who came from an era and society where the pace of life was really fast was even more unaccustomed to the so-called fast actions of these damn elves.
In order to wait for the reception official of the Amelan Kingdom, Lin waited for a whole day. Originally, he wanted to use Blink to return to the Kabambai Academy in the Holy City of Estali in the afternoon for class, but he used a letter to ask the Lich at home to take care of him first. Otherwise, it would be easy to run back to class, but if the reception official came and he wasn't there, or if he rushed back at the last minute, it would be difficult to explain the situation to others.
It was only after his algorithm had progressed by a large margin that the reception officials of the Elven Kingdom finally arrived. It was a guy who looked a little out of place with the beautiful elves. His protruding belly and short stature made this official look more like a rich man who had nothing better to do than an elf.
As soon as he appeared, he didn't hide his physical defects at all. He patted his belly and greeted, "Hahaha, Mr. Cuipwood, I'm Weidwalker Futeng. On behalf of the Amelan Kingdom, I'm responsible for receiving you. If you have any needs, please don't hesitate to tell me. We'll do our best to satisfy your needs. It's late today, so let's go eat first. After dinner, I'll take you to the collapsed area to rest. "
Lin Sheng, who had waited for so long, said politely, "Thank you, Mr. Futeng."
"Hey, don't call me Mr. Futeng, I'm not at that level yet. Just call me Futeng. Please come with me, Mr. Futeng. " The fat elf, who was used to dealing with humans, showed an annoying smile and greeted Lin Sheng politely.
On the first day of staying in the Amelan Kingdom, Lin Sheng had dinner in a high-end restaurant with a romantic atmosphere. In a small private room on the second floor, he could see the performance on the stage. Under the pink light, elves in thin gauze and light clothes danced in all kinds of suggestive dance poses.
Lin Sheng was somewhat resistant to this kind of performance. Thinking about the piano dance and * * * * * in his hometown, it would take a hundred years to develop before it could be more erotic and exciting. It was just that before he transmigrated, he had only seen it in movies or some of the more serious TV dramas. Plus, he was alone this time, without that Lich and the annoying apprentice following him, so he decided to watch this performance with an appreciative eye.
The dishes served were also different from the elegant elven delicacies that a certain someone had tasted before. The dishes here were heavy on salty, heavy on sweet, and heavy on flavor. It was as if all kinds of spices were freely sprinkled on one's taste buds. Although the taste was stimulating, it was not disgusting. In other words, these dishes had achieved a very delicate balance in terms of the strong taste, making them acceptable.
The wine served at the banquet was also different from the elven fruit wine they had in the past. The wine served here was very strong. Once it was drunk, it would burn one's tongue, throat, and heart. This made a certain someone strongly suspect that this should already be a distilled wine, and it should be highly concentrated. It should be noted that the other places in the maze were mainly brewed wine. This was the first time someone had seen distilled wine.
Not to mention that both the host and the guest enjoyed the meal, for a certain someone who was used to eating the maze version of his hometown's cuisine at home, occasionally tasting different delicacies was a very enjoyable thing. But what was going on with this style of hospitality that was not at all elven?
If he ignored the other party's pointy ears, despite the fact that the streets were full of handsome men and beautiful women, Lin would still think that he was being entertained by some human noble or rich merchant. Then, after finishing dessert, he still did not leave the restaurant. Could it be that the next step was what he was thinking?
The curtain of the small private room was pulled open, and a row of sexy elven beauties walked in, looking as if they were free to choose. A certain someone suddenly had an illusion. Had he transmigrated back to his hometown?
After being in the maze for so many years, although a certain someone could not be considered a know-it-all, he really had never been to such a professional place of prostitution. Most of the prostitutes he had met in the past were mostly waitresses and waitresses in taverns. In some of the larger towns, he would occasionally meet prostitutes soliciting customers in the dark streets.
Later on, when he dealt with nobles, he would meet those unattainable social butterflies. These women only cared about status, and money was secondary. Not everyone had the right to climb into their bed. Of course, a certain Magician was not one of them.
He had seen these prostitutes, but he had never seen the serious debauchery of the maze.
Speaking of which, being brought in by this fat elf was really a first for a certain fat otaku who had been a Mage before and after transmigrating.
The people who entered the small private room were all elven dancers who had performed on stage before. They were all swaying and chattering. If they were on Earth, they would be a row of beauties at the level of supermodels. But … they were far more silent than a certain someone could imagine.
The fat elf in charge of the reception picked a beauty he liked and pulled her into his arms. His hands became restless, groping up and down to find her.
Although the otaku Mage who had never had such an experience was not scared stiff, he still fell into a dilemma. In the end, under the urging of the fat elf, Lin picked a more familiar beauty, which was the first elven beauty that a certain someone had looked at seriously during the previous performance.
Because he had never had such an experience, a certain someone hesitated for a long time, not knowing how to start. It seemed strange to copy the fat elf and get started right away, without any foreplay. In the end, Lin could only squeeze out a sentence, "Well, what's your name?"
It was obviously a very simple question, but the elven beauty sitting next to him just widened her eyes and looked confused, not intending to answer. The fat elf next to him, however, chuckled and said, "Why do you want to ask them questions, sir?"
"My habit is to cultivate feelings first. If I only care about my feelings, what's the difference between that and a piece of dead meat? Don't tell me they don't speak the common language and only speak the elven language? "
A certain someone spoke with conviction, but it only made the fat elf feel more amused. "Now I believe that you have never come to the Kingdom of Amelan." He pulled up the beauty in his arms, pinched her chin, and opened her mouth, saying, "See, this is why they can't speak."
At first, Lin did not understand the fat elf's reason for doing so. But after a closer look, a certain someone understood that the elven beauty in his arms had no tongue in her mouth. To speak the elven language, the flexibility of the tongue was quite important. But since there was no tongue, many sounds could not be made, and of course there was no way to speak normally. Perhaps they simply did not speak.
Lin looked at the beauty next to him in astonishment, pointing to the woman in the fat elf's arms, and then to his own mouth, asking, "Is it the same for you?"
This time, the beauty next to him understood what Lin meant. She forced a smile and nodded, but her expression was complicated.
In a certain someone's imagination, 'elves' were a beautiful race with good morals, and could almost be regarded as the opposite of 'humans'. But today, seeing a female elf suffer like this really broke a certain someone's worldview. Lin's face was full of shock and confusion, asking, "Why?"
"The women sent here are all sinners, or the wives and daughters of sinners. This is their way of atoning for their sins. As for pulling out their tongues, it is to prevent them from saying names that should not come from their mouths when doing filthy things. " As the fat elf spoke about things that were considered normal in the kingdom, the expressions of the two women in the small box darkened.
Understanding that this was a practice that was at the level of the other party's national policy, Lin did not say much. Even in the history of China, there were cases where the family members of criminal officials were assigned as official prostitutes in every dynasty. At least, this was a lighter punishment than direct execution or exile.
Just the matter of pulling out one's tongue was equivalent to a lifelong mark. In the history of his hometown, the official prostitutes also had a chance to turn over a new leaf. But in the Amelan Elven Kingdom, pulling out one's tongue meant that this identity would follow her for the rest of her life, even after death. Or could the elves use magic to regenerate their limbs and grow their tongues again?
No matter which it was, Lin indulged himself in a rare moment of kindness with the intention of saving a woman who had lost her footing or helping a helpless girl. Of course, another more dignified reason was to relax the vigilance of the elven officials in front of him, regardless of who was behind the fat elf, Waldwack Futeng.
The next morning, for the first time in more than two years, Lin woke up in a place other than the bed he was familiar with. Last night's passion was only last night. The main problem he faced today was how long he had to pretend to be polite with the Amelan Kingdom's minions before he could meet their king to discuss business.
Looking at the way they treated him to dinner, drinks, and women, he felt that it would be a long battle.
Before he finished his thoughts, someone banged on the door and greeted, "Mr. Cuipwood, are you awake?"
Was this a greeting or a wake-up call? If he was lying in bed right now, he would definitely wake up if someone knocked on the door like this. Lin opened the door, and sure enough, it was that fat face with a sneaky smile. Waldwack Futeng smiled and said, "Your Excellency, did you have a good night?"
"It was a wonderful night," Lin said politely.
"It's good that Your Excellency is satisfied. I'm afraid that we don't treat you well and embarrass the kingdom, "the fat elf replied politely with a smile. He stepped aside, revealing a dining cart pushed by a waiter behind him with a sumptuous meal on it. Waldwack Futeng said, "Do you want breakfast?"
"Of course, of course, please come in." Lin stepped to the side and allowed the fat elf and the attendant to enter the high-class room in the guest house. If this room was in his hometown, it would be at the level of a presidential suite in a five-star hotel. There was a small dining room, a bar, and everything else was available except for the kitchen.
The waiter's movements were neat, but he didn't make a sound. After placing the dishes on the table, he left.
However, the meal in front of him was so plentiful and large that it didn't look like it could be eaten by one person. Lin, who was thinking this, saw the fat elf unceremoniously pull out the chair opposite the table and sit down, saying, "Oh, I'm starving, I'm starving. I haven't had breakfast yet. Your Excellency, you don't mind if I eat with you. "
While speaking, the fat elf didn't wait for Lin's consent and reached out to grab the lobster on the table. His movements were skillful and smooth, just like last night when he grabbed a woman's hand.
Suddenly, Lin figured out one thing. It turned out that last night and this morning were actually the elf's personal interests. He just used himself as an excuse to report to the public.
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