I just covet their strength

Chapter 331 Now some men don't want to play anymore

As the capital of an orderly country, the Central Royal Court is not as majestic as the Heart of Mist, nor as prosperous and vast as the Sacred Roots. Ultimately, the Central Royal Court is not a miracle of the Emperor Qianlu, and does not have any legacy. It was built purely by mortals. However, thousands of years of accumulation have made every pavilion, palace and courtyard of the Royal Court an ultimate work of art.

Compared to humans in the outside world, the elven royal family has a longer lifespan. They do not need to pursue battles, fame, and power as tirelessly as the knight lords and imperial nobles. In the nearly constant Thousand Laws Royal Court, the elven royal family does nothing but eat and sleep all day long!
Because of this, they have ample time and energy to devote to the pursuit of "beauty" in their bones. Almost every elven royal is an experienced artist, and they have dabbled in music, painting, sculpture, dance, poetry... There are basically master-level geniuses among them.

The royal palace buildings designed by them took luxury enjoyment to the extreme.

As an eyewitness who has experienced the imperial capital, the Heart of Mist and Suyue, Lord Qinghui must say something fair. When it comes to enjoyment, the elven royal family are indeed top experts. Near the side hall where he is, due to some reasons known to everyone in the dark side of the royal court, a large number of elven noble ladies have moved into this originally quiet place.

When Lord Qinghui returned victorious, they heard that Westhead had been injured in the battle with the Shadow of the God, and spent a few days building a healing hot spring behind the side hall.

This open-air hot spring, illuminated by dim lights, is surrounded by lush green vegetation and towering bamboo forests.

A variety of precious spices and medicinal materials are used in the slightly thick pool water, which exudes a refreshing fragrance.

"Tick-tick-tick-tick-tick--"

The small fountain continuously sprayed the bath water in a circulation. Westhead soaked in the warm healing spring, stretching his body comfortably, feeling the numbness and tingling from all his limbs.

Even though it was only a fleeting connection, the kindness of the elven ladies was indeed strong. Westhead really felt that this healing hot spring was useful, and at least it was very comfortable to soak in.

"The power of God is truly amazing."

[Withered Glory Yang] can heal all injuries caused by mundane forces in an instant, but it is helpless against divine power. The normal injuries left by the Lord of Withering have long been healed, but the injuries that were severely inflicted by the divine energy are still causing a dull pain in the body and cannot be healed for a long time.

Although it is said to be a long time, it is actually healing slowly. It will take about two to three weeks to fully recover. However, this speed is obviously not satisfactory to Westhead, as his appetite has long been spoiled by his talent of unlimited endurance.

However, Lord Qinghui also knew that he needed to get used to the peculiarities of divinity. Even with T0-level talent, he could not touch the true divinity. In the world of "Poem of Destiny", divine energy was the undisputed highest priority.

"It is the clearest, the purest, and the power that best represents [Constant Order]."

Westhead raised his hands and murmured.

The legendary rank is just the starting point on the road to becoming a saint. The gap between legends can be said to be very large. Everyone has removed the limiters, and how strong they can be depends entirely on their own efforts. There is no mechanism, it is all pure numerical difference.

If there is any clear distinction of rank above legend, it is the control over divinity. Yes, even without ascending, one can still control divinity.

Divinity is essentially the purest force of order, which can change reality and cover the existence of cause and effect. God is certainly the highest point of divinity, but mortals in the world can also accommodate and use a little divine energy if they meet extremely stringent conditions.

The term "Legendary Heavenly Stage" cannot accurately describe such an existence. Westhead prefers to call it "Transcendent" or "Demigod".

Westhead licked his lips and said, "I have been studying [Thousand Notes] for a few days. It is time to use my divinity. However, how effective will it be if I use it this way?"

"My Lord, what did you say? Are you feeling unwell?"

Just as Westhead was lost in thought, he heard a soft call in his ear. It was Mavis' sweet and gentle voice, and her soft sky-blue hair was wet, scratching the man's face.

The healing hot springs surrounded by warm stones and bamboo forests were not enjoyed by Westhead alone, as Lord Qinghui was not the only one injured in the battle.

For example, at this moment, the blue-haired girl also took a bath together. She pressed tightly against Westhead's back, acting as a very elastic and tactile pad, kneading Westhead's shoulders and back.

Although she was an extremely wild and cold knight on the battlefield, when she was alone with Westhead, she behaved like a gentle and obedient wife, serving her husband very diligently.

According to Mavis herself, this was very normal because she was completely overwhelmed by the strength, will, ambition and masculine charm of His Majesty the Knight King, and she knew nothing but to lick his ass.

We Yonglan people are like this, we speak our minds and are willing to act as masters directly. We are not ashamed of it but proud of it.

Westhead tilted his head slightly, taking in the knight girl's beautiful and delicate face, her fair and delicate collarbone, and the northern hemisphere floating on the water. Water droplets hung on her tender and smooth skin, giving it a blurry color under the light.

Very nice scenery.

"No, you're doing it well, keep going."

"Yes, my lord."

Mephis served the monarch according to his own ideas. He pressed Westhead's chest with both hands from behind and blew gently into the latter's ears.

“Hoo, ho, ho—”

Westhead felt an incredible tingling sensation, as the sweet breeze from the girl's mouth mixed with moist water vapor.

Yes, very much.

"Who taught you this?"

"The elves in the royal court taught me these skills after they heard that I was responsible for serving you personally."

Mavis smiled and said:

"The reward is to say a few good words in front of you. When it comes to tricks and tricks, they still know more. But it would be best if Your Majesty likes them. They are always waiting to be introduced. Do you want to meet them?"

Westhead nodded and said, "If they have more important positions, then yes."

This healing hot spring was built so actively by the elven ladies. In addition to healing and recuperation, it also had some little ideas in mind. Surrounded by barriers and paths, it was natural to hold a multi-person communication and development conference.

Today, Westhead is still in the stage of laying the foundation and needs to continue the honeymoon period with the elven ladies it has won over.

There is no other way, we can only work hard for Qinghui Gong, the more you work, the more you get.

"Crash-"

Just as Westhead was thinking about how to arrange the learning exchange conference, a beautiful figure entered the pool from the misty shore and swam slowly to the man's side. She had a beautiful face like a fairy, and her medium-length platinum hair fell below her shoulders, with a small part of it sinking into the water.

Yulda stuck to Westhead quite naturally, and when she saw Mavis's actions, her violet eyes narrowed, and she blocked his mouth without saying a word. After a long and continuous demand, she ended it with a sense of unsatisfaction.

"What's going on? Are you jealous?"

Westhead stared at the obsessed eyes of the white-blonde girl and smiled.

"Jealous? What are you talking about? How is that possible?!"

Yurta raised her voice in an exaggerated tone, but turned her head away with a lack of confidence and whispered:
"I don't know why, but I feel like my brother has become much more handsome recently. Is it my illusion?"

"This is not an illusion."

After Westhead refined the [Thousand Notes], he endowed his charm with divine qualities. At this time, his [Flawless Face] evolved with the blessing of divinity.

【See the Face of God】

[The transformation of the talent of the Qinghui bloodline under the strengthening of divinity has the power to dominate people's hearts]

[Blending pure beauty, outlining desires, bewitching people's hearts, and seducing souls. Beauty is harmony, splendor, and transcendence, but ordinary people who pursue this path are like moths to a flame, and will never stop until they die.]

[Effective on attractive opposite sex]

It’s hard to put it into words. Westhead has no way of commenting on this divine quality. As a buff that is at the pinnacle of charm, [Seeing the Face of God] is indeed very powerful.

But it was a little different from what Westhead had imagined. What he wanted was to be able to exude a kingly and domineering aura with every move he made, and it would be best if he could easily conquer mortals and make them bow down to him, so as to dig into the walls of other countries.

This has been Westhead's strategy all along, and the results have been very good.

But after actual experience, Westhead discovered that this divine quality didn't seem so serious?
Yes, it did make Westhead's charm even higher, but it was still far from a qualitative change. At least after Lord Qinghui's experiment, the male Qinghui Guards under his command and the male elves in the royal court did not change much. Their worshipful attitude was more due to their respect for Lord Qinghui's powerful strength and outstanding achievements.

But in sharp contrast, the delicate and graceful elven ladies and the heroic female knights looked at Westhead with obviously different eyes.

And it's not just normal admiration, but complete love and obsession, even to the extent of affecting rationality and distorting will. Westhead often joked that he had a hypnosis app, and now it's confirmed.

If it was pure reverence, then it was barely acceptable, but this talent was completely motivated by lust, how obscene! Which god's nature was like this? Was this something I could show my family?!
If you didn’t know, you would have thought I was the leading actor in some buttery drama!

I was so angry, why do people always slander my character? Saying that I am a gigolo or a succubus?! It is because of these inexplicable talents and characteristics.
What? You created this trait yourself? That's fine.

If Westhead wanted to blame anyone, it was only his own lack of skills and unstable state of mind. No matter, even with so many restrictions, it was still the first step. He actually used [Thousand Notes] to sublimate his original talent, and this alone was enough to be a pleasing progress.

After continuing to soak in the pool with Mavis and Yulda for a while, Westhead got up, put on a bathrobe and went out. There were other guests in this healing hot spring resort.

Or the elf girl soaking in the pool, revealing only her delicate face; or the noblewoman sitting by the pool, barely covered with a snow-white bath towel, but unable to hide her charming, plump and mature figure; or the elf swordsman who had just come out of the bath, wearing only a sleeveless white shirt with a tight neck, with her snow-smooth and plump thighs straight together, and the royal court sorcerer who was sexy, noble, and full of lazy beauty.
And when they spotted the only man in this hot spring town, their eyes lit up and they gathered around him.

"Lord Qinghui! Lord Qinghui!"

"How is your recovery going?"

"Are you free recently? I have some questions about combat techniques that I would like to ask you."

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While they were asking about Westhead's well-being, they also did not forget to take advantage of him crazily. No matter if they were cool, pure, or charming, they all did the same thing.

Westhead responded to the greetings of the ladies one by one. In his eyes, these charming elves corresponded to different positions.

Some are team leaders of the String Swordsmen, some are the backbone of the warlock team, some are accountants in the royal court, some are affairs officers, and there are also key positions such as head maid and guard officer.

There are countless immortals!
The extent to which the elven royal family is dominated by women and weak by men can be seen from the fact that among the powerful figures in the royal court, only two or three out of ten are male elves at most. Even these few male elves are basically unwilling to serve in the royal court. Most of them serve as military officers and executive officers of various legions under Ilevitt.

Seeing this, Westhead suddenly came up with a bold idea.

"Since it has come to this, why not make the replacement more extreme?"

Although the charm attribute only has a significant effect on highly attractive opposite sex, the restrictions are somewhat large and it is impossible to achieve equality for all beings.

But if we change our way of thinking, as long as we ensure that the only people we want to seduce are of the opposite sex with high attractiveness, then wouldn't that mean a 100% success rate?

Now there are really men who don’t want to play anymore.

A noble and beautiful elf sorcerer pressed against Westhead's chest. She was only wearing a cool, translucent, tight shirt. Her amazingly plump and white breasts almost broke the shirt. She suggested:
"Lord Qinghui, why don't you stay here? I just checked your injuries and there seem to be some problems. Why don't you stay here and let us heal you together? You don't have anything important to do today, right?"

Westhead: “.”

This guy was the one with the most dishonest hands just now. The others just touched his abdominal muscles, chest muscles, arms and cheeks, but she was so direct that it was beyond words.

As soon as the elven warlock finished speaking, he was immediately echoed.

"Everyone, please let go first."

Just when the scene was about to turn into an extremely anticipated and exciting healing meeting, the hero Yulda appeared on the scene and shattered the silver party dreams of the girls present with just one sentence.

She came to Westhead and said calmly:
"I'm sorry to disturb you, brother, but the Queen of Wind is here."

(End of this chapter)