Chapter 588 I Can Teach You
The New World is rich in resources. The Kaluren tribe has plenty of food and fine wine. The elves in the tribe are also good at singing and dancing. The atmosphere at the bonfire party is getting more and more lively, and almost every elf has a happy smile on their face.
Only a few people in the entire venue remained unaffected by the enthusiastic atmosphere and joined in the sea of joy.
Allen probably couldn't even count the number of times he'd laughed over the years on two hands. And now, the closer he got to the royal court, the more worried he became about his teacher, Luna, so his face was naturally icy cold.
Nelia, the Elf Queen of the royal court, was trying to maintain her dignified and solemn image, so she couldn't laugh heartily.
Then there's Qin Mo. He wasn't sitting with Allen and Nelia; instead, he was seated in a separate corner with the young men from the high-ranking officials.
So... an hour had passed at the party, and not a single girl had come to chat him up or dance with him. His sullen and unhappy expression made his bodyguard captain, Aya, burst into laughter.
Every now and then, the devastated Prince of Great Xia, the darling of the stars, the loli, the queen, and the beloved of the tomboy—Qin Mo—would drink a bottle of wine and repeat, "Are ears... really that important?"
"Your Highness, perhaps it's not like that. Your aura is too strong... oh... you command respect without even trying, that's why they don't dare to come and invite you!"
"Aiya, you're absolutely right. I'm born with an aura of dominance, I'm no ordinary person... Ordinary elves wouldn't dare to approach me. Watch me go and invite that most beautiful rose to dance with me, hmph!"
Qin Mo downed the wine in her hand in one gulp, stood up, and walked toward Lin Qi, the chieftain of the Karulen tribe.
Beside Lin Qi sat a young girl, her white skirt fluttering gently in the sea breeze, her long, black hair flowing smoothly down to her waist, and a wreath made of tender branches adorned with white flowers on her head. She was as pure as the bright moonlight at that moment.
Several high-ranking elves had just mustered the courage to invite this white-clad elf girl to dance, but she politely declined each time. Her faint smile did not make these frustrated elves feel any discomfort.
As for the elves of the Karulen tribe, they didn't even have the courage to approach this elven girl.
Qin Mo walked straight through the crowd, her eyes fixed on the elfin girl, her intense gaze immediately attracting everyone's attention.
"What is that human going to do? He wouldn't..."
"He seems to be going to invite Belia, oh my god! Has he gone mad?"
"Should we stop this audacious fellow? The Rose of Karulen must not be desecrated!"
There were originally hundreds of elven boys and girls dancing happily in the arena, but they stopped dancing because of Qin Mo's audacious act, and everyone's eyes were focused on Qin Mo.
Qin Mo felt hundreds of murderous gazes fall on him, but these gazes posed no threat to him and could not stop a man who had drunk dozens of bottles of wine.
"Qin Mo, what are you going to do?"
Just as Qin Mo reached within two zhang of Belia, a cold, light shout stopped him.
Qin Mo had drunk quite a bit while sitting, and now, standing up and being blown by the sea breeze, her head was slightly tipsy. "Oh! I want to... find someone to dance with!"
Nelia's expression turned somewhat unpleasant: "Who do you want to dance with?"
Qin Mo pointed at Belia and said bluntly, "Can't I ask her to dance?"
"no!"
“............”
Qin Mo, who had already been hurt half the night, was hurt again, this time by her own cousin. Recalling how Nelia had stared intently at his ears when they first met, Qin Mo felt a surge of indignation.
He stood tall, his slightly thin figure exuding a strong sense of stubbornness, and his cold gaze sent chills down the spines of the gloating elves around him.
Qin Mo ultimately did not vent his anger. He turned and walked out of the harbor. The elves had prepared comfortable lodgings for him, but he preferred to sleep on his own ship.
The high-ranking elves who were dancing and drinking immediately threw away their bottles and beautiful dance partners, while the young men who couldn't understand the elf language also stood up and were about to follow in Qin Mo's footsteps.
"Xiao Mo, wait a moment, everyone else, please sit back down. You... have all misunderstood." The great elf Allen spoke up in time to stop the agitated Qin Mo and the others.
"Heh! Did I misunderstand? I left behind my comfortable life and my lovely son, risking my life to come all the way to the Elven territory to help, but what do they think of me?"
Qin Mo sneered, "They only care about looking at my ears? Let's see how they differ from theirs..."
Qin Mo spoke in Elvish, and all the elves of the Karulen tribe understood his anger. Many elves showed expressions of shame, but even more expressed their dissatisfaction, and a buzzing murmur arose from all sides.
"I apologize, sir. I am ashamed of the rudeness of my people. Belia is willing to accept your invitation to dance a song that represents friendship."
The elven girl, Belia, stood up and calmly expressed her willingness to dance with Qin Mo to make amends for the inappropriate behavior of her people.
Of course, she may have made this decision more out of respect for Allen, a powerful Saint-level expert.
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