"What a performance! What a wonderful dance! It pleases me greatly, a reward is in order!"
Watching the demi-human group in the performance that even Fisher found hard to accept aesthetically, Count Hyou, with a still somewhat youthful face, became increasingly exhilarated. While his alcohol tolerance seemed not so great, with the wine in his cup being far weaker than Nali Black Mamba Wine, getting drunk was rather difficult, especially for a Mythical Species like the Elf.
Below, the elderly Prime Minister Qiong wiped the sweat from his deeply wrinkled forehead, and led Helair and Fisher's group into their seats, directly opposite Uncle Chun. He took a glance at Uncle Chun's face, which was full of helplessness. The emotion seemed contagious, coloring the expressions of both ruler and minister exactly the same.
"Uncle Chun, these beauties must be gifted to me, I truly love them immensely. Whatever your demands, feel free to state them, I will agree to them all."
