Chapter 317 Placement Play
"Cooperation? Of course it's necessary. Since we want to solve the disaster in the Land of Luyin, we can't do without each other."

After hearing Elivitt's suggestion, Westhead thought about it seriously and then agreed decisively.

"In that case, I'll leave it to Lord Qinghui."

The chief tuner's expression finally softened, and he tilted his head slightly and said:
"Amitron!"

As soon as Ilevitt finished shouting, a tall and cold silver-haired elf beauty with an exquisite and beautiful face stood out. Although her outfit was not protected by metal armor, the tight waist, smooth lining without a single wrinkle, clean white gloves and a shawl embroidered with a golden phoenix still made her look exquisite and gorgeous while also being heroic and capable.

Especially the towering chest, tight waist and slender thighs, which create a wonderful visual experience.

A pair of swords hung at the waist, without scabbards, only blades covered with dense runes. Such a special weapon immediately caught Westhead's attention.

As far as he could remember, only one profession would use this special kind of sword fighting.

Wang Ting Xianyin Swordsman.
Westhead knew that there must be more than one profession in a path, and there will inevitably be branches. The String Swordsman is the resonance path profession second only to the Tuner.

Although they do not have the energy to use the [Thousand Laws Ceremony] and gather the power of ensemble like the Tuners, they are the backbone of the royal court when it comes to simple fighting in battles, and are truly extraordinary professions that can serve as combatants and guards in daily life.

When the Tuner is helpless against the demons, only the String Swordsman who does not rely on the Thousand Laws Ritual can cause damage. It is no exaggeration to say that he is the main force of the Royal Court's fight against the demons.

Anyway, the tuner can only guard the house. Once he arrives at the devil's territory, he will not be able to mobilize the power of the ensemble.

"Amitelun is the leader of the first brigade of the King's Court String Swordsmen. During this time, let her assist you. Lord Qinghui also needs a guard and guide in the King's Court, right?"

Is it assistance or monitoring? I'm afraid it's not the latter!

Elivitt was really not good at hiding his intentions, and the way he placed people was so abrupt that even Westhead found it a little funny.

"Okay, I have no objection."

The man looked at Amitron. The cold elf beauty with silver hair glanced at him, her pretty face was unusually indifferent, and she just nodded in response:
"As you command, Master Tutor."

The tone was quite cold, completely different from the many elves that Westhead had met when he came. Perhaps sensing Westhead's doubts, Airolius, who was kneeling on the ground, moved closer and whispered:
"Amitron is a pure-blood, so his attitude may be a little bad."

Oh, it’s still old Master Wang Ting.

Westhead was relieved at once.

With so many ethnic groups in the world, it is naturally impossible for everyone to live in harmony. Most ethnic groups are quite xenophobic, and discrimination and bullying are common. Among all ethnic groups, the elves' sense of superiority is relatively prominent.

This has been evident since ancient times, when the elves dominated one side and considered themselves superior because of their racial talents.

Although under the influence of [Emperor Qianlu], there is no more fighting within the royal court, but as long as you want to win, you can win!

The pure-blood faction in the elven royal family looks down on races other than elves, and are very disgusted with the existence of half-elves, even though mixed-bloods are a fairly common phenomenon within the royal court. A large number of elves interact with mortals, and the half-elf community can even support half of the royal court.

Unfortunately, the pure-blood faction was not very happy about this.

So, then, Ilevitt himself is also the leader of the pure-blood faction? No wonder he never gives me a good face.

After Elevit finished explaining everything in a hurry, he left immediately, as if this was the only purpose of his coming to the banquet.

Thanks to this great tuner, the original atmosphere was completely disrupted, and when dusk fell, the welcoming banquet came to an end.

"Then Lord Qinghui, see you next time."

Eloleus bowed politely and gracefully in front of Westhead, and winked at him again, adding a bit of playfulness to his delicate face.

"Although I look forward to meeting you alone, please take a good rest today."

Then the elf girl with long golden hair put her hands behind her back and skipped away surrounded by her servants.

Looking at the departing back of Elorleus, Westhead lowered his eyes slightly.

This little girl
It was obvious that Her Majesty the Queen was very friendly to him, so friendly that it was a little abnormal. However, he had no idea what the elf girl, whose every move was pure and clear, was thinking.

I don’t know if the original plan can be carried out. If the charm effect is not enough, then Westhead will be at a loss.

All the plans he prepared were based on the fact that his charm could shake any elven royal family.

Apart from this point, the Qianlu Royal Court would be more difficult for him to deal with than the Yonglan Kingdom.

"Lord Qinghui, your accommodation has been arranged. Please follow the attendants."

Amitron came up to Westhead and said coldly.

"You're so cold, can't you put on a better face?"

Westhead smiled and looked into the eyes of the silver-haired Royal Court String Sound Swordsman, but the latter's beautiful eyes did not dare to meet his.

Just snorted coldly:
"Stop talking so frivolously. We know exactly why you are here and what you want to do. No matter what, we won't let you take advantage of us."

"Since we are here as an ally, then we must fulfill our obligations as an ally!"

Are you so wary?

Westhead knew that the Grand Tutor and others were wary of his arrival, but he did not expect to say it so openly.

This is completely disregarding the need to pretend. Are all you purebloods so straightforward? Do you know how to get involved in politics?
Duke Qinghui had heard that the elves of the royal court were very good at conspiracy, but it seemed that at least the elves of Ilevitt's faction disdained this.

Westhead understood and chuckled:

"There's no need to emphasize this again. If you know me well, you'll know how much I keep my promises."

Duke Qinghui's reputation for being careful about his reputation can be used in this way. Even though the expedition led by Westhead is actually to expand territory and spread military power throughout the world, because his words are indeed law, even those who doubt him will be shaken, which is also the premise for him to come to the Qianlu Royal Court.

"That would be best." The silver-haired String Sound Swordsman turned around and followed Westhead and the others away.

Miss Amitron seemed to be meticulous, cold and indifferent, but after Westhead shifted his attention, she deliberately slowed down and peeked at the man's profile in the blind spot of her vision where she thought she would not be noticed.

He was so handsome that he didn't look like a mortal. His indescribable face was filled with majesty and fantasy in the dim light of morning light.

The man's purple eyes seemed to be filled with the most precious and dazzling gem fragments, and they were like the condensation of bright and glorious things in the starry sky.

That kind of irresistible charm is so great that in the eyes of the elves who admire beauty, it is probably difficult to find anything comparable in their memories for a while.

So much so that I couldn't take my eyes off it.

Those cold and charming eyes were extremely aggressive, but it only lasted for a moment. Amitron immediately returned to that cold and sharp look, looking at everyone as if they were garbage.

"Did you notice? Someone is peeking at you."

Luyetan caught a glimpse of this scene from the corner of his eye, and leaned on Westhead's shoulder, laughing softly and blowing air into the latter's ear:
"What a sinful man."

"Is it my fault?"

Westhead shook his head slightly. He was well aware of Amitran's little actions and was not surprised by them.

Because it's as it should be.

The elven royal family is the family of [Emperor Qianlu], and they themselves are a race with a very high charm perception attribute. They pursue beauty, admire beauty, and even spend their entire lives pursuing the "beauty" that touches their own souls. Some of it is knowledge, some is life, and some is scenery or technology. In any case, once they find the "beauty" in their hearts, it is difficult for this group of families not to be dominated by fanatical possessiveness and burn all rationality.

In this respect, it is similar to the Pure Holy Spirit.

It was just like when Rozana first met him, all her rationality evaporated on the spot, and she could only rush up to him and lick his ass, with the effect comparable to a hypnosis APP.

This is the state after the charm attribute is crushed, a complete zero-sum game.

This is where Westhead's grasp of the Thousand Laws Royal Court lies. Relying on his unique advantages, the constantly purified Qinghui bloodline and his extraordinary saintly status, he will definitely let the elves of the Thousand Laws Royal Court feel what a real succubus is!

Who says that you can only expand your territory with swords? Following the story of Harburg, my half body is not at a disadvantage!

Westhead glanced at Amitron, who immediately stopped trying to peek and stared straight ahead.

Very good, let's start with the swordsman lady who was sent to monitor him. After all, if he can't even handle this, Westhead's idea of ​​conquering the royal court will be nonsense.

Deep in the royal court, there are only the basic magnificent buildings made of various gems, jades and elven crafts. The truly luxurious residences are the palaces built against huge cedar trees.

Although it does not look very luxurious, the pavilions, waterfalls, birdsong and flowers combine nature and humanity harmoniously. The royal court reserved this most luxurious residence for Westhead and his trusted servants.

Luyetan was in another palace. After parting with Yuanxi Palace, Westhead walked into his residence in the royal court and looked around.

“It’s a really nice place.”

Westhead admired the light golden emblems carved on the wood grain. Even the smallest details seemed to be full of details. This was not something that could be created by luxurious investment. From the rattan chairs to the coffee tables, from the walls to the counters, every detail showed the lingering charm of a long history.

"The Royal Court has a history of more than 5,000 years. I'm afraid every piece of furniture here has a longer history than your Qinghui Territory. Human beings are far inferior to us in terms of aesthetics."

The silver-haired elf swordsman who followed into the house said this with pride, puffing out his chest.

Lord Qinghui turned around and said with a smile:
"I admit that, but Miss Amitron, since this place is given to us to use, it should be our private space. Why did you follow in?"

"Of course it's to fulfill my duties. I need to make sure I'm always in your sight. Don't worry about me, just do whatever you want."

Amitron snorted coldly, crossed his arms across his chest, and his long white gloves padded out his plump upper body, making him look even more obscene. Westhead had always wanted to complain, the costumes of these elven swordsmen were really hard to describe.

It is not objective to regard it as sexy clothing, because there is nothing too revealing about it. However, the hollow structure that appears everywhere, combined with the design that fits the soft figure, really makes Qinghui Gong, who has experienced countless things, applaud.

Nothing is exposed in the key positions, but the absolute area under the pleated skirt, the breast window above the southern hemisphere, the waist and shoulders at the side and back are enough to be tempting. The design concept of the clothes is quite ingenious, which shows that it is carefully designed.

It is difficult to judge where it is used.

"Really? Are you going to watch me spend the rest of my night? I don't really care, but I'd better not make you feel uncomfortable."

Westhead hugged Yulda with one hand and held Mavis with the other hand, hugging them left and right.

"Brother, you are really."

The white-blonde girl immediately understood Westhead's intention and rolled her eyes at him.

Although Yulda and Mavis were Westhead's close confidants, when it came to sleeping with him, the chances of them sharing the same bed were rare. Generally speaking, Yulda would not accept it, but now that she saw that her brother had other intentions, she could not refuse.

Mephis naturally supported the Knight King's decision unconditionally, and immediately put her pretty face close to him and said:
"Ah, my Lord, please ravage me as much as you want and show the weaklings here what true strength is!"

Amitelon was slightly stunned when he saw this, then he snorted coldly and pretended to be calm:
"Hmph, even if you look glamorous on the surface, you are no different from other humans, just like a monkey in heat. Just do as you please. I don't care even if you do anything shameless in front of me."

The silver-haired elf played with her beautiful high ponytail and spoke in a mocking tone, with a standard expression of contempt on her delicate and beautiful face. However, Westhead's rapid heartbeat did not escape his capture.

Haha, you are quite good at pretending.

Westhead found the situation more and more amusing and glanced at the door that had been closed at some point.

"Oh, really? Then I won't be so reserved anymore."

Lord Qinghui drew out the last syllable of his voice meaningfully, and looked into the eyes of Amitelun, who was slightly avoiding his gaze but trying hard to maintain a cold and sharp look.

Look at me placing play hard!

(End of this chapter)