Although Olica said that she wanted to try it on herself, she put it on with Ryan's help in the end. This was because pantyhose was obviously more troublesome to put on compared to lace stockings with stockings or lace stockings that were fixed by stocking rings.
Therefore, whether it was Olica or Veronica, who preferred to fight, even if they wore it, they preferred to wear silk stockings.
In a sense, it was more convenient for them to do things.
But it was enough that Laing liked it.
These things were not a big problem for Laing. After all, Laing's taste had never changed from the beginning to the end, so it was easy to deal with him.
The dark elf maid sighed softly. She was severely injured by Birak's shadow arrow in the battle of Kongkuata. Her left arm, left leg, chest, and lower abdomen were all severely injured. After that, Olica did not follow Laing into the following battles and rested in the camp for about three weeks. Now that they had boarded the ship, Olica was forced by Laing to temporarily put down her duty of serving him and focus on resting as a patient.
Even so, Olica still had difficulty moving around. Her fractured left arm and left leg had barely recovered, so the dark elf could only move as little as possible.
Of course, this was also the result of Laing's' hard work '. If it were not for Laing, perhaps Olica would have to rest for a long time. The chaotic energy of the Primordial Demon Prince Birak was not ordinary chaotic energy. It also had corrosive and cursed properties. If it were not for Laing's repeated purification, Olica would have to spend years or even decades to neutralize Birak's remnant chaotic energy.
Naturally, the more he cared about Olica, the less he cared about Veronica. Veronica, who had already used up all of her mana and urgently needed to replenish her mana, was so angry that she cursed Ryan for forgetting the old when there was a new person. What a heartless pig! She didn't even want to live in her own tent and moved in with Ryan.
Laing himself was also a patient. He had a direct confrontation with Birak and was severely injured. Now, all three of them needed to rest. So recently, Laing had been cooped up in the king's suite in the ironclad ship and did not come out. He only patrolled the ship's interior occasionally.
Olica lifted the blanket with Laing's help. The dark elf stretched her slender and beautiful body that was full of alluring curves was revealed to Laing. Her bare feet stepped on the carpet, and ten petite and cute toes with lavender nail polish were exposed in front of Laing.
"Master, help me put it on ~" the dark elf said coquettishly. She stretched her long legs and swayed in front of Laing. "I don't have any strength. help me ~"
"Okay, okay ~ okay!" Laing couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva.
Olica lifted her beautiful legs and put them on Laing's big hand. Laing rolled up the stockings and gently put them on top of Olica's jade feet. After a little bit of alignment, the grey Lycra stockings with aurora patterns covered her pink jade toes. The few jade toes were slightly closed so that the stitches of the stockings were connected to the tips of her feet. Then, with the help of Laing, Olica carefully rolled up the stockings until both jade legs were covered with thin translucent stockings.
"Master, I'm done. Do I look good?" Olica asked coquettishly.
"Yes, my Olica is the best." Laing couldn't help but lower his head and gently rub his face against the leg of his dark elf maid.
"Wait, Master, don't be so impatient." The dark elf sighed softly.
He was indeed a master with no aspirations.
As a fragment of the Pale Queen, Olica naturally knew how Laing's reputation was in the subspace.
Needless to say, most of the Lawful Gods didn't have any ill feelings towards Laing. However, Laing's faction was too rigid. Other than the Lake Fairy, most of the Gods didn't have a good impression of him.
In fact, contrary to what most people imagined, the Four Gods of Chaos hated Laing very much.
Yes, even Perseus hated Laing very much.
In the early years of Laing, Perseus actually admired Laing. He thought that this young man was very interesting and ambitious. He knew how to play with new tricks. Not bad, not bad.
However, more than ten years had passed. Laing's little hobby hadn't changed. Our original body had disappointed Perseus again and again.
Perseus' doctrine actually didn't have much to do with the affairs between men and women. The core of Perseus' doctrine was to "try all kinds of stimuli and tolerate all kinds of sins." Perseus liked to go step by step and constantly challenge himself.
For example, if he liked women, why not try men? If he liked humans, why not try Green Skins and Orcs? If he liked mortals, why not try being stuffed into his brain by a Chaos Demon or even a hornet's nest? Finally, why not try to split himself into several pieces and f * ck himself?
Therefore, Olica knew that in Perseus' eyes, Laing, who liked those things from the beginning to the end, was a complete lowlife, a piece of trash with no aspirations. Perseus had lost interest in him.
Master is mine! The Dark Elf gestured for Laing to wait. She stood up and lowered her head to adjust the stockings on her thighs. She adjusted the stockings on her knees so that they fit perfectly on the inside of her knees. Then, she bent down and stretched out her palms from both sides of her thighs to her slender calves, smoothing out the wrinkles at her ankles. Then, she stretched the stockings evenly to her waist so that the elongated stockings fit the curves of her legs better. Finally, Olica nodded in satisfaction. "Done, Master."
Laing took a deep breath and nodded. He stretched out his hand and stroked the surface of the ultra-thin Lycra stockings with a starry aurora pattern. He softly chanted the ancient sage's incantation.
The two golden spiritual tattoos on the gray stockings flashed as if they were resonating with Laing's power. The spiritual tattoos became brighter, and Olica felt an extremely delicate touch that almost melted. The high-level spiritual tattoos on the Dark Elf's lower abdomen also glowed.
"Oh!" As if she had been electrocuted, Olica couldn't help but groan softly. The Dark Elf's legs went soft and she collapsed in Laing's arms. "Master, why … what is this? Why did I … "
"How is it, Olica? Does it feel good?" Laing lifted Olica up by the waist and sat her on the sofa. The Knight King said with a smile, "Is it more comfortable than the previous stockings?"
"Yes, it's very comfortable. It's slippery, like it's melting. Also, master's magic power is flowing in it. You'll soon get addicted to wearing it like this." Olica leaned on Laing's chest. The Dark Elf said softly, "Bad master."
"That's right!" Laing said with a smile. He hugged Olica and said softly, "It's fine as long as it's comfortable. In the future, make stockings according to this standard. In addition to the very comfortable touch, these stockings also have other effects. You'll know when the time comes."
"You?" Olica's long black hair fell on the sofa and the carpet like a waterfall. The Dark Elf was a little dissatisfied when she heard that it was not exclusive to her. "Master, I want to tell you that your two or three female courtiers don't seem to want to listen to you like before."
"They don't want to listen to me?" Laing caught the hidden meaning in Olica's eyes. He looked into the bedroom.
Veronica was still sleeping. The female president had really run out of magic power. Also, she had been particularly sleepy recently because of the overload. She would occasionally wake up to eat, meditate, and assign tasks, and pester Laing to help her replenish her magic power.
"There's no problem with Veronica. I went to her and had a heart-to-heart talk." Laing lay on the sofa with his hands behind his head like an old salted fish, allowing his dark elf maid's plump softness to press against his chest. The Knight King said with a smile, "As for Teresa and Ou — I mean Sylvia, don't we have you?"
The Dark Elf told Laing about the results she had obtained from the sorceress, her daughter, and Sylvia through the use of drugs and magic.
Everyone, including Laing, Suria, the knights, nobles, and soldiers, could feel that ever since Motekin's invasion, Teresa and Aurora, the head of MI7, as Laing's courtiers, had begun to lose their sense of existence.
Laing had once thought that it was his problem, but Olica now told him that it was not, or at least not completely.
The Dark Elf understood from the depths of Teresa and Aurora's consciousness that since Xi 'er Trovic was born, the mother-daughter pair had already felt that their life goals had been achieved.
They did not need to work hard anymore.
After Teresa obtained the ancient saint's origin from Laing, she finally broke through the peak of the legendary realm and became a saint after nearly a year of seclusion. The sorceress felt that her life was complete. What she needed to do next was to do research, organize intelligence, and be affectionate with Laing when she needed it. Being a good mentor and enjoying the luxurious food and lofty status provided by Laing was enough for her.
Aurora had a similar mentality. Ever since Xi 'er Trovic was born, Aurora's main energy was focused on teaching the new member of the Trovic family. She even cared less about the affairs of MI7. Her favorite thing to do was to use Xi' er as an excuse to ask Laing and Suria for large sums of money for her own magic research and luxury.
Unlike Teresa, who was more boring and liked to immerse herself in research, Aurora was obviously keen on attending all kinds of banquets, balls, and other social activities. Naturally, her expenses were higher. Ever since the sanctuary witches followed Laing to resist Motekin's invasion, they were very tired of participating in wars. They had always avoided and avoided as much as they could.
Of course, there were some things that mothers-in-law would not only not avoid, but would also take the initiative to "discuss" with Laing if there was no movement after a long time. That was another thing.
However, the sorceress and her daughter could not be said to have done nothing. MI7 was still operating efficiently, gathering intelligence from the human countries of the Old World from all directions. Magic scrolls were produced and used in battles. Aurora even presided over and built a large magic workshop that produced a large number of protective jewelry and amulets.
For example, the platoon leaders of the old guards, the company commanders of the infantry regiment, and the captain of the knight brigade were all equipped with the "Ice Talisman". When they were attacked, the talisman would automatically activate and form a hard ice barrier on the surface of their body. This greatly protected the lives of the officers.
If they don't want to fight, then so be it. I'm not letting them down by raising them, Laing thought.
"Master, I understand what you're thinking." Olica shook her head. The dark elf rubbed her face against Laing's neck and said softly, "But haven't you noticed that you and these witches have begun to have differences in their core interests?"
"Yes, but it's inevitable." Laing smiled bitterly, but there was no other way. Dealing with the relationship with the wizards had always been a problem for rulers. He was not the only one who had encountered this problem.
Among the dark elves, the Witch King Malecis and the Witch Queen Morasi had many conflicts. The Witch King even warned his mother that he would kill her if she caused trouble again (of course, he always forgave her in the end).
Among the high elves, the Horseshoe Tower was like an independent kingdom. The great wizard group in it was the target of the Phoenix King and even the Eternal Queen. The War Lord Tyrion had even fought with the great wizards of the Horseshoe Tower before he won their approval.
The emperors of the Empire were the same. For example, although Thernus Gehrman was one of the most trusted magic advisors of Emperor Luitpold and Emperor Karl-franz, this sacred-level fire wizard's long-cherished wish was to explore the secrets of Obien. For this, the Empire had lost one to two thousand soldiers and spent a lot of money, but in the end, it was all for naught.
What could Card Emperor do? He could only tell Thernus to stop doing this. He was wasting money, wasting people, and often not listening to orders in the capital.
Thernus might even blow up the palace in anger.
It was not a joke. A fire wizard losing control and exploding was not news.
In other words, why did Card Emperor like Galt so much?
This was because Metalface was very outstanding in internal affairs and military affairs. He was powerful, and he did not waste manpower and material resources on random experiments. He could even solve the problem of the experimental funds himself (you know). More importantly, Metalface was very loyal. He was one of the few Great Wizards who listened to the Emperor's orders.
Therefore, Laing knew that it was basically impossible for Karl-franz to discover Galt's true beliefs. This was because Card Emperor and Metalface's core pursuit was the survival of the human race. Both of them had the same core interests.
What Olica was referring to was Veronica and the others. Now that they had obtained the wizard tower and the parliament, Veronica and the other female courtiers were no longer interested in participating in the Knight King's war. They were more inclined to maintain the status quo and enjoy the support provided to them while doing research on their own. Veronica was fine with it. Laing personally talked to her, and the female chancellor reluctantly accepted it. However, Teresa and Aurora did not think so.
This was also why Laing allowed Olica to capture the two sorcerers from time to time to do some strange experiments under the duke's castle.
As for Sylvia, the head maid's core interests were always on the side of Suria and the nobles.
"Master." "Actually, I've already reached the last step of my mind control spell. If you really think that the mother and daughter are hard to deal with, I can erase their personality and self-awareness …" Erica whispered into Ryan's ear gloomily.
"Olica!" Laing quickly stopped her. "Don't do such a thing!"
"Tsk, master really knows how to spoil them." The dark elf curled her lips unhappily and stretched out her arms to hug Laing's neck. "In Duruzi's place, any danger will be eliminated before it sprouts. For the Witch King, once any Dread Lord loses his drive to move forward, he's not far from being completely wiped out. The Witch King doesn't want that kind of old salted fish, unless he's irreplaceable in some aspects."
"That's for the dark elves. You see, the high elves are not so troublesome." Laing looked like a salted fish. He hugged Olica and said maliciously, "Olica, I plan to popularize the new silk stockings on Suria and everyone else. This will solve a lot of problems."
"Master?" Olica was stunned for a moment. The dark elf maid immediately understood something. She could not help but lick her lips. "Yes! It's really comfortable. I don't want to take it off after wearing it. It feels like master is hugging my legs. "
"Actually, you don't have to take it off." Laing secretly revealed a little secret to Olica.
"Master?!" Olica let out a surprised voice. "You can do this?"
"How is it? Hehehehe! "Laing gently kissed Olica's thin lips.
The voices in the king's suite gradually stopped.
… I can do this kind of separation line …
Just as Laing's knight army was still on the route back to Brittany.
Old World, Asoloren Forest, Tarsyn Hill, King's Grove, the Woodland Council under the Oak of Times.
An explosive news spread to the Woodland Council.
The elven and dwarven envoys were completely wiped out, and the Eternal Queen was missing!
When the wood elves received this news, they felt that it was a serious matter. At the same time, this group of isolationists felt a headache. The wood elves did not want to have anything to do with the old world, but after all, it was the Eternal Queen.
What should they do now?
The Wood Elf Woodland Lord, Alaier's Chosen Champion, Aralos, wore a huge antler helmet and sat in the wide and deep council hall. All the Woodland Lords of the 12 territories of the wood elves were already seated.
Even the Ancient Treant Dursu came.
"Now, let's vote on whether or not to send troops to rescue the Eternal Queen Alisala?" Queen Alaier presided over the meeting. Her four meter tall body looked down from above.
Aralos voted in favor.
Four votes in favor, six votes against, and two votes abstained.
After five hours of discussion, the wood elves finally decided to refuse to participate in the war.
This matter had nothing to do with Azul.
"Then, should we inform the high elves?"
After another two hours of discussion, nine votes in favor, two votes against, and one abstained.
The wood elves decided to send someone to inform the high elves through the World Root.
At this time, Aralos stood up. "Lords of the Woodland Council, respected king, and queen, should we inform the humans of this matter?"
Laing subconsciously looked at Queen Alaier. Among the wood elves, the queen was the one who made the decision.
"Inform the humans." Alaier directly made the decision this time. The Queen of the Forest sneered. "Send someone to inform Karl-franz first, then inform Brittany. Remember, follow my order. It's best to let the humans help, but remember not to let our knight allies suffer too many losses. We still need the Sun King and his army to help us deal with Morgul."
"Yes!"
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