Chapter 115 This kind of eerie beauty isn't exactly top-tier...
"Come, my princess." The Elf King's golden eyes shimmered with an eerie golden luster under the light of the golden lamp, and the diamonds inlaid in the folds of his snow-white robes also shone brightly.
When he took my hand, his long, translucent nails, painted with dazzling gold glitter, seemed to glow eerily under the golden light.
It seems strange for a man to have such golden fingernails, but the Elf King's golden fingernails complemented them perfectly. The alluring and sharp nails with their translucent gold powder, combined with his bewitching and strangely beautiful temperament, exuded a captivating and mysterious charm, making them an astonishing match.
He led me by the hand through the columned, mural-lined corridor, and around several corners. A soft night breeze blew, causing his snow-white robes to flutter slightly, and his long golden hair brushed against my face, carrying a faint fragrance. I couldn't quite describe the scent; it was somewhat like roses, and somewhat like wild roses.
"Do you use one of those really fragrant shampoos?" I couldn't help but ask.
He curled his lips into a slight smile, "I use the same ones as you."
"Same? Then why doesn't my hair smell as good as yours?"
"No?" He lowered his head and brought his breath close to my hair, his warm breath brushing against my face, tickling and inexplicably tingling. I quickly stepped back, but he pulled me back with one hand and held my hand tightly in his palm. "I think you smell so good, so very good."
I turned my face away and ignored him.
The doors to the banquet hall were opened by the maids, and the horns that welcomed the king sounded. I entered hand in hand with the Elf King, and all eyes were on me.
How strange! I thought it was just an ordinary banquet, like the ones I had attended with the king before, but now it seems it is not.
The nobles in their robes parted on both sides, leaving a passage in the middle for us to pass through.
I became somewhat alert and afraid, and my steps slowed down.
The Elf King suddenly turned to me and smiled, "Have you seen anyone you know?"
I looked up in the direction he was pointing and froze instantly.
His face, body, and limbs all froze.
Attis, tall and slender, wearing a gorgeous red and expensive robe, was looking at us indifferently.
I hadn't seen him for several years, and he had become much thinner and more haggard. Although he was still tall, his features were still handsome, his long hair was still tied back, and his temperament was still unique.
"How...how could he be here?" I panicked a little.
“Of course, I invited him.” The proud Elf King smiled gently. “We are about to establish our relationship, how could he not come?”
“You know perfectly well that he is my…” I couldn’t bring myself to say the word “husband”.
The Elf King simply smiled and remained silent.
As I got closer and closer to Artis, I panicked even more. Was this going to be a melodramatic soap opera?
Suddenly, I rushed up to Artis and said, "Long time no see! I am King Sarga's supervisor, and this is my new job."
Everyone was stunned.
“Every day I have to prepare the king’s schedule, chair small meetings, organize meeting minutes and official documents, and sometimes go to class…” Before I could finish speaking, the Elf King pulled me behind him.
Artis suddenly smiled, a warm and natural smile, "You excel at everything you do."
The Elf King's expression wasn't so pleasant. I smiled and pointed to the dining table, "If there's nothing else for me, I'll go have dinner first?"
The table was laden with colorful and fragrant dishes, along with a variety of wines and juices.
The Elf King suddenly smiled, a gentle smile, "Then let's take our seats first."
I wasn't sure what he was thinking, but I followed him anyway. He held my hand tightly, and I couldn't pull away.
There were about twenty people seated around the table. I was squeezed into the middle, with the Elf King next to me and Artis further away. I tried to speak several times, but was silenced by those around me.
"Madam Lanna, what do you think of this osmanthus wine? It's freshly brewed."
"Mrs. Lana, your amethyst bracelet is so beautiful!"
And so, until the party ended, I didn't get to say a single word.
"My lords, we have just captured a group of slaves from Solomon Island and selected the most outstanding among them," a well-dressed attendant suddenly announced. "Please proceed to the lower hall now."
Why are we going to select slaves? I glanced at Artis furtively. Why did he show up?
Amidst the noisy crowd, the Elf King and I were ushered at the front, descending a hidden stone staircase at the end of the corridor to the underground hall.
This was my first time in the underground hall, and I was instantly stunned.
We felt as if we were inside a giant glass fish tank, or rather, sandwiched in the middle. To the left, to the right, above, and below, all was blue seawater, separated only by thick, transparent glass.
There were fish swimming around in the sea—no, not fish, but naked handsome men and beautiful women swimming around.
They are lithe and graceful, with sexy and beautiful lines from their necks to their ankles.
Their male and female characteristics are stunningly beautiful.
I have never seen such beautiful female features, or such beautiful male features.
Their colorful long hair flowed around them, and their long, shapely legs were more agile than a fish's tail, their movements so captivating they could make your soul tremble.
Many nobles had drooling, it was so beautiful! They looked like a painting in the blue sea, so beautiful it seemed unreal.
One extremely young girl stood out. She was entirely white, with cascading blonde hair, and her face was so exquisite it was almost like an AI composite.
Even more Barbie-like than Barbie dolls.
I was stunned for a moment, and almost pressed my face against the glass.
"What do you think of her?" The Elf King suddenly smiled at Artis and looked at the Barbie doll.
“Not bad.” There were two nobles between Artis and the Elf King, and it seemed strange that they were talking like this—they were discussing something ambiguous, yet they were quite far apart.
Shouldn't one be mindful of privacy when saying such things?
“I’ll give her to you,” the Elf King laughed. “She’s the most valuable of these slaves; she starts at 50,000 gold at auction.”
“Thank you, Your Majesty,” Artis said with a smile. “If I were to actually accept them, my mistresses would probably all commit suicide.”
"She feels wonderful to the touch. According to the slave examiner, just touching her buttocks or vulva can give you a good night's sleep."
The Elf King's words were simply outrageous...
“Thank you for your kindness, Your Majesty,” Artis said, “but my household is already full.”
I roughly understood what was going on. Did they want to trade me for this top-tier beauty? Not wanting to hear any more, I walked to the other side of the glass tank.
An unremarkable girl suddenly caught my attention.
Instead of swimming around like the others, she stayed to the side. Occasionally, she would try to get up and swim, but she would be shoved aside. To get a spot to "perform," the others would kick her to the side or push her aside with their shoulders.
She was smaller than the others and was no match for them. After a few rounds, she was pushed back into the corner.
Her skin was a healthy honey color, her long hair was dark green, and her pupils were also dark green, giving her an eerie appearance.
However, this eerie quality is not the most beautiful; it also exudes a strange and cold feeling, which is not appealing.
Our eyes met.
A few seconds later, she gave me a pleading look.
Then, it swam towards me, and just as it was about to face me in front of the glass tank, I was pulled away by the Elf King.
The Elf King frowned and said, "He really doesn't know the rules."
Before he could give the order, the two guards immediately left. A short while later, I saw the green-haired female slave being scooped out of the glass tank, dripping wet, using a large net.
I didn't know what fate awaited her, and a sense of unease crept into my heart.
The Elf King suddenly turned to Artis and said with a slight smile, "How about I give you all the slaves here? Whether you use them yourself or sell them, you'll make a profit."
Artis smiled faintly and looked at me. "I only wish to take one person with me, my wife. I hope Your Majesty will be merciful."
The air suddenly froze.
The nobles present were stunned, staring at us in disbelief, clearly unaware of the relationship between Artis and me.
The Elf King smiled leisurely, not angry at Artis's words at all, but rather feeling that they were "just what he wanted." "So Lana is your wife, I am very happy," he said, putting his arm around my waist. "It seems that you can be my chief mistress."
My body was completely stiff.
Suddenly I understood the Elf King's intention—perhaps being the chief mistress required noble birth, which I originally did not meet, but the Elf King made Artis publicly acknowledge my status, thus eliminating this problem.
Did the Elf King think my resistance was because I wanted to become his chief mistress? If I'm going to be a mistress, I have to be the best?
Artis's expression changed slightly, but he quickly returned to normal.
“A chief mistress is still just a mistress,” I said bluntly. “How can she compare to a legal wife?”
“If you insist on keeping me here,” I said, looking directly at the Elf King, “I can only serve as your supervisor.”
A commotion erupted as the nobles looked at me with strange eyes, some sneering, some mocking, some scoffing, as if I didn't know how to be worthy of their respect.
Some nobles even exclaimed, "How can Achia compare to our Elven Kingdom? Isn't being the king's chief mistress more glamorous than being the prime minister's wife?"
"Sorry, everyone has their own ambitions," I replied.
Another chorus of boos, countless glares and sarcastic remarks rained down on me.
"You were drunk tonight, weren't you?" The Elf King suddenly raised his hand and touched my forehead, saying gently, "It's my fault, I wasn't paying attention and let you drink a couple more cups."
Actually, I haven't drunk a single drop of alcohol.
Without saying a word, he picked me up around the waist and carried me through the crowd, saying, "Let's go back and rest first."
I didn't even get a chance to speak again.
For several days after that day, the Elf King did not appear in my room, and I was not allowed to leave the room.
"I believe I've treated you all well." I sat alone by the French windows, playing chess in the cold moonlight. "First, I woke you up from the Black Castle, rescued you, and helped you resolve the zombie outbreak and the illegitimate child crisis; second, I helped you go from being paralyzed to being a normal person; third, I took you from the guillotine to an island, suggested you create a kingdom, and even helped you discover a priceless mine. But how have you three treated me? Couldn't you just give me wealth and luxury for free? Why did you have to make me your mistress? The third one was a little better, making me your legal wife, but I was only willing to take that loss because of his lower status."
With a whoosh, I kicked all the chess pieces away, feeling frustrated and irritable.
I fell into a deep sleep by the glass window.
How I wish I could have another long dream, one that would give me insight and tell me what to do, but I slept without a dream.
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