Capítulo 908: Chapter 649: The Sharp-Tongued Viscountess
“Ahem, Miss Sophia, don’t be so angry! You know the saying, you can’t work on an empty stomach. Look, we’ve been on the road all this ti, and you haven’t really eaten much. You’ve got to eat sothing, right?”
“I’ve brought so special delicacies from the Elf Forest. They’re incredibly delicious, and I’m sure you’ll love them! Well, I’m coming in!”
Putting a smile back on his face, Dema said with a hint of flattery.
After speaking, he didn’t wait for the person inside to respond and gently twisted the doorknob, opening the door.
Carrying the delicate pastries, Dema entered the reception room.
The reception room’s decor was a mix of Segis World’s elegant, quintessential elven style with Blue Star’s western classical style—a refined magic chandelier, white decorative pillars engraved with reliefs, and window curtains woven from pale yellow cave spider silk…
Most of the furniture was wooden, each piece an art crafted from raw wood by elven hands. There were also hollowed jade decorations and exquisite handcrafted artifacts—many were relics players had unearthed from the Elf Ruins.
By an elegant and intricate Secret Silver Lamp, engraved with complex patterns, stood a half-elf girl who looked about sixteen or seventeen years old, with rare flaxen hair.
The girl was not particularly tall, but stood straight, possessing a stately charm and quite a commanding presence—a unique quality developed only by the offspring of powerful figures.
She was gently caressing the Secret Silver Lamp, her gaze filled with appreciation and fascination.
Dema’s entrance went unnoticed by the girl.
Instead, his own gaze was unconsciously drawn to her.
Being of elven descent, the girl’s beauty needed no elaborate description. Many are beautiful, but those who possess a noble and elegant aura are exceedingly rare.
The traditional elves of the Elf Forest have outstanding poise, though theirs leans more towards transcendence and elegance, unlike the noble uniqueness the girl displayed. As for players… they fall even farther short, many wearing their high-end suits like insurance salesn.
A deanor like the girl’s, Dema had only seen in the leader.
Of course… The leader’s aura was far stronger than the girl’s. Though the girl was nobly poised, a hint of youthful innocence still peeked through her deanor.
Looking at the girl’s brand new elven long shirt, and then at the rather worn and even stained aristocratic corset gown hanging in the corner, Dema chuckled:
“Miss Sophia, don’t take it wrong, this elven attire suits you quite well, much better than the previous piece. I’ve always said, not everyone can wear a corset attire, your figure suits the loose elven tunic much better.”
Upon hearing Dema’s words, the girl’s hand on the lamp slightly paused.
She seed to glance at her flat chest, her expression turning cold rapidly.
Turning sideways, her dark gray eyes coldly swept over Dema, but her face suddenly showed an elegant smile:
“Mr. Dema, it seems I didn’t allow you to co in. Your audacity truly is the most remarkable thing about you—not only can it be large or small, thin or thick, it seems it can even appear or disappear!”
Dema’s smile slightly froze.
After speaking, the girl nad Sophia continued scrutinizing the person who entered the room. Her gaze paused at his red brushed-back hair, then she slightly shook her head and lightly sighed:
“You’ve changed your hairstyle; honestly, it’s a relief you pretended well. Otherwise, with your previous hairdo, I’d have really thought you escaped from a magic accident as a goblin!”
“But, well, although your character is goblin-like awful, at least your appearance is safer than a goblin’s. With your unique looks, I think even wandering the cetery at night, the undead wouldn’t dare co out.”
Dema:…
His mouth involuntarily twitched.
The girl’s gaze continued downward, and upon seeing Dema in his dashing yet elegant steward attire, a hint of surprise shone in her eyes.
She gently covered her mouth, elegantly laughed:
“Oh, you’ve finally swapped out your old, stale armor. Now you don’t resemble those down-and-out kobold rcenaries anymore. Though, this new attire seems a bit too familiar, like those male companions from the Moulin Rouge. Anyone unaware might think so house’s pet had wandered out.”
Dema:…
His face turned a bit black, and his gaze involuntarily lowered to his clothes, suddenly feeling the carefully chosen outfit sowhat uncomfortable…
However… the girl was not finished:
“Hmm? You seem to have sprayed so perfu? It seems quite upscale, but perhaps you’ve applied a bit too much. Though, I can understand, given that you need to cover up that scumbag scent of yours. Ah, apologies, maybe I shouldn’t use that word, as it fails to capture your unique character…”
Dema:…
His expression seed to grow increasingly unpleasant…
“Ahem, Miss Sophia, can we change the subject?”
Dema bit his lip, laughed dryly.
Hearing his suggestion, Sophia’s face again lit up with a radiant smile, causing the person, whose face alternated red and white from the veiled insults, to briefly lose himself:
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