Chapter 318 Humming
What happened afterwards is not worth telling to outsiders.

In this side hall for resting, built next to a giant cedar tree, the room decorated with vines and green leaves trimmed by magic also has various spells to provide a comfortable environment, one of which is top-notch sound insulation. As long as the door is closed, no matter what happens inside, not a single sound will be heard.

There is no need to say much about Westhead's physical strength and power in this regard. He is a strong man in the absolute sense, and the loneliness that comes with it. Even though he had a painful past when he was ruthlessly taken down by Myvana, things are different now. Since he was promoted to the legendary position, Westhead is no longer shrouded in shadow.

If he was still sweating profusely when dealing with the combined forces of Resia and Myvana, then Westhead no longer had any fear of others, not even the Eternal Storm Knight Mevis, who was of the same legendary rank.

In terms of physique, we are already so different!

Yulda and Mevis knew this very well, and were happy to accept it, so they were naturally willing to accept any favor from their master.

However, Amitron was greatly shocked. This tall, beautiful, cold and charming elf lady was an authentic elf noble of the old royal court. She was a pure-blooded person from her birth to her resume.

Because of this, she can be considered a conservative within the elven royal family, and the same is true when it comes to marriage and love.

Amitron had only a relatively superficial understanding, and her ignorance contributed to her arrogance.

It's just teaching and training between humans, there's nothing to be afraid of, look at me sneering.!!!

Wait, no, no, no, no, what is this?
What the hell is that?! Is that something a human can do?

What afterimage? Even when I was slashing dummies in the training ground, I couldn't do it that fast!
What kind of anime will be filled up? It will definitely be filled up!
Amitron widened her beautiful eyes, staring intently at everything that was happening before her eyes, her pupils trembling, her cherry lips slightly opening and closing, and she kept repeating the same words in her mind.

Shameless! Shameless! Shameless!!

Although Westhead's title of "Chakravartin" was a joke, it is indeed not an exaggeration. Rather, it is a weakening.

Even with the help of extraordinary abilities, it is still a bit too incredible.

The silver-haired elf queen was stunned, sitting restlessly in the rotten room. Her originally cold expression could no longer be maintained. She clenched her teeth, her eyes were unfocused, and she couldn't even rush out of the door - her self-esteem couldn't bear it. But whether it was because of face that she couldn't afford it, or there was some other hidden story, no one knew.

So she could only curl up in the corner, trembling, but her trembling body was not so much a sign of fear as it was a sign of desperately enduring something. The elf swordsman's beautiful eyes were filled with thick mist as she stared at Westhead and the others. When Lord Qinghui was not paying attention, she reached her hand down and hummed softly.

This torment lasted until the early morning of the next day. When the morning light shone on the windowsill of the room, Amitren left the room with a sense of relief. He stood on the balcony, enjoying the cool breeze and patting his blushing face, hoping to cool down.

And when Westhead came out and stretched comfortably, Amitron jumped as if he had been electrocuted, and retreated cautiously as if facing a great enemy.

The silver-haired elf queen retreated to the edge of the balcony, one hand on the rune dagger, the other hand across her chest. Although she was trying to cover up, her arm sank into the fullness of her chest, and the already tight-fitting clothes could not hide the seductive outline.

"goo"

The String Swordsman looked at Westhead with sharp but slightly panicked eyes, her vigilance was evident, as if she would immediately jump off the balcony if Westhead dared to take another step forward.

It makes me seem like a bad guy.

"What's wrong, Miss Amitron? Didn't you get enough rest yesterday? Actually, I told you that you don't have to stay in the room. If you want to go to sleep, go to sleep."

Westhead lowered his eyes slightly, leaning against the railing and looking at the elf lady with a high ponytail.

Lord Qinghui was only wearing a silk robe at this time. The thin and cool clothing could not hide his perfect muscle contours at all. His handsome face, which seemed to be copied from a fairy tale, had a smile on its face, and his violet eyes were deep and charming, attracting the soul like a black hole.

In the light golden morning light, the black hair is covered with a layer of golden sand, adding a touch of softness.

Logically, this should be enough to make any girl fall in love with this scene, but it was not the case for Amitron. Just by recalling the scene of last night, she was terrified, her whole body trembling slightly, and she squeezed out a word from between her teeth:

"monster"

Westhead tilted his head: "Hmm?"

Amitron bit his lower lip tightly, and after a moment's thought, he finally decided to vent his shyness, indignation, fear, and unspeakable desire in another form:
"You are a complete monster, a scum! The embodiment of desire, a filthy embryo!"

The well-educated elf lady obviously couldn't squeeze out a few dirty words from her brain. It would be more accurate to say that she was just acting coquettishly rather than cursing.

Such words could not arouse any dissatisfaction in Westhead at all, they could only increase his attack speed.

"Yuerda, someone said the same thing to you."

Westhead was not angry at all, instead he smiled and said to the white-blonde girl.

Yurda fastened the buttons of her shawl on her shoulders, walked out while tidying up her clothes, and said calmly:
"Brother, please don't talk nonsense. I have never made such a cowardly accusation. If I want to give you advice to warn you, I will say it directly so that you can notice it. It is not my style to say one thing and mean another."

Lord Qinghui's good sister slightly raised her pretty face. Her fairy-like beauty was so charming that it unconsciously exuded a bright and happy glow. It was really hard to imagine how well she had been nourished.

"Hey, elf, you've been watching all night, and this is how you talk to my Lord?"

Mavis came over wearing only a white shirt that Westhead had taken off, moving his graceful arms. In the morning light, his fair and beautiful skin shone brightly. Knight Yonglan flicked his hair by his ear, staring at Amitron with a pair of beautiful indigo eyes, revealing a crazy smile:

"You are so lucky to behold the majestic figure of our Lord. It would be fine if you didn't kneel down and beg for mercy, but you dare to speak so arrogantly? It really makes me doubt your character. Your arrogance is a disrespectful blasphemy to our Lord, and it is also an insult to me."

Amitron looked at the three of them, thought calmly for a moment, and then calmed down his complicated emotions.

She took a long breath and saluted:

"I'm sorry, maybe I was a little irrational, please forgive me if I offended you."

Lord Qinghui waved his hand: "It's okay, I understand your panic, so you don't have to stay in the room anymore, don't you have the side room?"

"No! No!"

As soon as Westhead's gentle words fell, Amitron immediately refuted and said seriously:

"The mission that the Grand Tutor has given me is to serve as your assistant and guide. I should be with you every step of the way. How can I be delayed because of such a trivial matter?"

Amitron patted his chest, and the panic and shame on his cold and beautiful face temporarily faded away, replaced by an extremely hypocritical and serious expression.

"Please don't worry about me. Since this is my job, you must be patient." Mephis sneered at this, came to Westhead's side, and whispered in the monarch's ear:
"How ugly! It's obvious that you are deeply trapped in temptation, but you refuse to admit it and have to cover it up with high-sounding excuses."

The straightforward Knight Yonglan looked down upon such petty thoughts. In her opinion, Westhead was the fucking master of this world!

Since you are attracted by the majesty and charm of the Knight King, you should kneel at the feet of the king without hesitation, and maybe you can even receive favor.

It is not shameful to bow down to a true king and a strong man. On the contrary, it can be considered a kind of honor.

Not to mention Mephisto, even Westhead felt that Amitron's transformation was a bit too abrupt, and his attitude could be described as trying to cover up his own faults.

"Isn't this nice?"

Westhead smiled, but didn't sneer like Mavis.

Being able to easily make a leading figure of the Thousand Laws Royal Court's string-sound swordsmen dizzy and lose their sanity is enough to prove that his charm is indeed effective. This is a good thing. Amitren sets an example, which is really touching.

It seems that it won’t take too much time to win it.

Coming out of the resting place, Westhead met Luyetan who was also going out at the same time.

"Good morning, Lord Qinghui. You guys weren't very quiet last night."

Luyetan had wanted to sneak into Westhead's dream last night and have a good meal, but Westhead had not been meditating the whole time, so he returned empty-handed.

So throughout the night, Luyetan naturally held Westhead's arm - only when Westhead's lovers were not around could she occupy Westhead's position so unscrupulously.

The elegant and charming Lord Yuan Xi took a deep breath of the man's refreshing hormone scent, and glanced at the Xianyin Swordsman with the corner of her beautiful eyes, and said with a soft smile:

"Why, you got it so quickly?"

"No, I'm not that exaggerated."

Westhead shook his head and said.

Luyetan widened her beautiful eyes in surprise when she heard this, and said with her hands covering her mouth:
"Ah, with your strength, you can't actually take it down? Really, are the pure-blooded elves of the royal court so difficult to deal with?"

Westhead sneered and said, "Oh, you really underestimated me. I just don't have that intention for the time being."

After being severely placed in the play, Amitran had been stimulated to the point of losing his mind. As a pure-blooded elf royal, it was not easy for him to withstand a whole night of placement. Now he has entered the stage of deceiving himself.

For example, now, Amitron's pointed ears trembled, obviously he heard Luyetan's words, but he didn't show any expression. His only reaction was that his ears turned red and he bit his cherry lips lightly. He tried too hard to pretend to be looking straight ahead, but ended up looking bad.

This string sound swordsman who was sent to monitor him might have become a spoiled beancurd of Lord Qinghui by now. If Westhead wanted, he could have made her a mother crawling at his feet last night and tortured her severely to the point of becoming a complete star force!

Just like Rozana and others, in the field of seduction, there is no win-win situation, only a zero-sum game, and the winner takes all!

But there’s no rush, no rush.

It would take at least a few days. After all, Amitron was a direct descendant sent by Ilevit. If they wanted to poach him and persuade him to defect, it would take a few days. If it was too abrupt, it would only arouse the suspicion of the Grand Tutor.

Being questioned by Elevit as soon as he arrived was undoubtedly a bad situation. This meant that Westhead's plan to steal the country would be difficult to implement openly, and he would have to face Elevit's vigilance at all times.

Westhead naturally would not try to convince the other party, which was impossible, but the Chief Tutor would not come to monitor him personally, and the other party also had his own things to do. As long as he could deceive the other party's sight and hearing, it would be a way to deal with it.

It's a pity that the Grand Tutor has no daughters or sisters, otherwise if Westhead had interacted with them for a while, he would definitely be able to improve the Grand Tutor's feelings towards him and have a numbing effect.

Alas, when I think about it this way, it really loses a lot of fun.

Westhead stroked his chin and shook his head, then looked at the dazed silver-haired elf sister.

"Ms. Amitron."

There was no response from the other party, so Westhead had to raise his voice:
"Ms. Amitron!"

Miss Elf finally woke up from her dream and said quickly:

"Ah? Oh! What's the matter?"

"The rest we've had since yesterday is almost over, and we should get down to business. Please take me to the camp. We really need to get ready for the battle ahead."

Westhead also did not forget the important things to do. Although usurping the [Thousand Laws Code] was his main goal, to achieve this goal, it was necessary to resolve the disaster of the [Devil's Feast] as a prerequisite.

"Well, please follow me."

Amitron hurriedly combed the hair around her ears and nodded continuously.

Afterwards, she brought Westhead and others to the military base of the Central Royal Court, where the fleet that arrived yesterday also docked. The legion under Westhead's command lived side by side with the Royal Court's garrison.

The so-called battle formation running-in is actually not something sophisticated. To put it bluntly, it is to let friendly forces become familiar with each other's skills. You should know that there are all kinds of extraordinary professions in the mortal world, and extraordinary people are basically only familiar with professions in the same or similar paths, and they don't know much about professions in other paths.

This may lead to a situation where they hinder each other, such as the Eiran Knight and the Chord Swordsman who are the farthest apart.

On the battlefield, the String Sound Swordsmen might be horrified by the self-mutilation behaviors of the Yonglan Knights, and would be completely unable to understand what these lunatics were doing.

The Yonglan Knight would often start his attack with a battle roar, which would disrupt the chorus rules of the String Swordsman and make the latter's battle formation a mess.

Hmm? Why are all the String Swordsmen affected? That's right, the Eternal Storm Knight is a noble profession that will definitely not be affected.

In short, if there is no tacit understanding at all and the two armies are put on the battlefield at the same time, the chaos caused may be more serious than the enemy's charge.

(End of this chapter)