"Isn't it magnificent and spectacular?"

As Joey stepped out of the bucket, he asked confidently.

"Uh...it's alright!"

Levia showed no embarrassment and continued to stare intently.

"I find your assessment a bit hard to accept!"

Joey picked up the clean clothes next to the bucket and started to put them on, though they were already quite wet.

"You brat, you should focus your attention on that girl named Catherine. I have absolutely no interest in you!"

Levia turned her head away, seemingly having lost interest in watching any further.

"Kid?"

This nickname infuriated Joey; at this moment, he didn't want to hear any word related to "small."

"If I don't call you 'kid,' what should I call you? I'm over three hundred years old, and you're at most in your early twenties, right?"

How old are you?

Joey stopped dressing, shocked by what she had just heard.

He looked up at Leiflia. Her skin was so smooth and delicate, and her lips and teeth were so white. She looked like a young woman in her early twenties. How could she be an old woman who was over three hundred years old?

Are you kidding me?

"I don't joke around with kids!"

"We elves have extremely long lifespans; living to be over a thousand years old is quite common!"

"I understand the reasoning, and I've read books on the subject, but why hasn't the passage of time left its mark on the skin of the elves?"

"Of course it can stay, it's just that you humans can't tell!"

Levia had already walked back to a chair in the room. Her expression didn't change much as she sat down, leaning back against the chair and resting her head on her right hand.

"A woman three years older than her husband is like a gold brick; a woman three hundred years older than him will surely rule the world!"

(It seems that having an elven partner who is three hundred years older than oneself is not such a bad thing after all.)

What are you muttering about?

Seeing that Joey was still frozen in place and hadn't continued getting dressed, Levia asked another question.

"No, it's nothing!"

Joey felt a little guilty and decided it was best to keep his thoughts to himself. This beautiful elven woman was not someone he could win over right now. Even when she was still Little Black, he probably wouldn't have been a match for her. In her current state, he would only be able to get beaten up.

"Then get dressed and come over, let's have a good talk!"

Levia glanced at the large bed opposite and gestured for Joey to come over.

"You...you want to..."

"Don't overthink it, there's no other chair in this room!"

Levia seemed to have seen the filthy thoughts in Joey's mind and gave him a warning in an unfriendly tone.

Joey heard the warning in her tone and immediately became obedient. The thoughts in his mind vanished instantly, and he was now even more detached from desires than Tang Sanzang was when he met the Queen of the Women's Kingdom that night.

"I am coming!"

Joey obediently climbed onto the bed and sat quietly, just like a first-grader.

"I wonder if Lady Lefreya has any questions for me?"

Joey's survival instinct was on full display, which made Levia feel a little uncomfortable. Although she had already transformed into human form, she still remembered all of Blackie's memories.

"It comes down to the same question: what's your opinion on the tribe's affairs?"

Levia stopped dwelling on Joey's change in attitude and instead asked the same question she had asked when she entered the room.

"Uh... I saw it with both eyes!"

Joey stared at Leiflia's expression and, seeing that she didn't seem satisfied with his answer, he immediately added another sentence.

"How about I close one eye and see with only one eye?"

bass!

Levia stood up abruptly from her chair, glaring fiercely at Joey; clearly, this wasn't the answer she wanted.

"Um... should I just close my eyes and stop watching?"

Joey hurriedly tried to salvage the situation.

"I think you're asking for trouble!"

Levia waved her right hand lightly, and Joey immediately became alert. A gust of cold wind rushed towards him and soon struck his face.

Snap!

Joey covered her left cheek, feeling a burning pain.

(As expected, they are a force to be reckoned with. Elves are natural masters of magic; this is probably just an appetizer!)

"Um... whatever you want me to do, I'll do it!"

He didn't want to provoke this 300-year-old elven bigwig; he just wanted to live a carefree life in this world and didn't want to get into trouble.

"I want to hear your thoughts, not for you to tell me what I want to hear!"

Levia seemed to be running out of patience; this was the limit of her hints.

"What are your thoughts on this matter?"

Joey didn't want to answer this troublesome question right away. It was a matter of taking sides, and it would be foolish to express his opinion rashly before figuring out Leiflia's attitude. A slap was nothing; his life was the most important thing.

Back in Saibanda, I had already learned that the marshal of the base had gone to the Elven territory to discuss the Alliance's resistance against the Horde. However, the Elven race was unwilling to get involved and directly rejected Marshal Karp's request.

As a nobody, I can't influence the decisions of these big shots, but I must be discerning and careful about which side I choose.

"I?"

"Heh, you look just like Joey Brown when I first met you!"

"Lady Lefreya, please don't say that. I have always been Joey Brown, and I have never changed!"

"Alright, I don't want to waste any more time with you, so I'll just get straight to the point. I came out because I disagreed with the tribe's decision and planned to fight the tribe. Although there were some unexpected events along the way that turned me into a black cat, my original intention remains unchanged!"

“What a coincidence, Lady Leviathan! I am just like you. I also consider the orcs to be enemies. I am irreconcilable with them and I vow to eradicate them!”

No sooner had Leviathan finished speaking than Joey said with a fawning expression.

"Heh heh, you really are Joey Brown!"

Levia smiled, showing little surprise at Joey's performance.

"Orcs are not native to this continent; they come from another world, and all they bring to this world is disaster and destruction!"

"And you, someone who also comes from another world, how will you face this problem?"

Levia's gaze changed, becoming extremely serious yet chilling, making Joey's hair stand on end.

Joey dropped his fawning demeanor and looked at Leiflia warily. This elf had somehow discovered his deepest secret.

"This time, I want you to tell me the truth, not just give me a perfunctory answer!"