Demi-human Girls Completion Manual-Chapter 945 - 41: Guilt (6k)
"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."
After the dance concluded and Fisher’s group seated themselves, Count Hyou looked reluctantly at the retreating demi-humans below, then turned to Uncle Chun with such a request. Hearing Count Hyou’s words, the demi-human females who were about to leave dared not move but stood still, carefully watching Uncle Chun seated at the side.
He gave a slight smile, signaled for the attendants behind Count Hyou to pour wine for him, and then replied,
"I have no slaves here. If you want them to go with you, ask them directly what they require ... But this matter can wait. Now that the envoy from the Holy Land is here to celebrate the King’s Birthday, why not discuss this matter first?"
Unexpectedly, Count Hyou cast a casual glance at Helair, treating others like Air, and then indifferently said,
"Everyone knows the Angels come merely for formality, just to offer some items and recite well-wishes. Neither side cares, so why should Uncle Chun? We shall report this to Your Majesty and everyone else, isn’t that sufficient for discussion ... Hey, what do you want, I’ll give you whatever you want, can this night be spent together in mutual company?"
Count Hyou didn’t look at the faces of the demi-human females, only at their powdered moth wings and tapir noses, waving his sleeve as a gentle breeze swept through. From his bosom, he took out a small branch of some kind of tree that emanated a blue glow, casually tossing it into the midst of the demi-human females, where it shocked them with a terrifying aura, taking root and sprouting, producing a slight metallic clamor...
Gradually, the branch sprouted, but the blossoms weren’t green leaves, rather various ornaments made of precious metals, some even weapon-like and coldly aimed at the demi-humans.
Uncle Chun took a deep breath, knowing well that the other side was merely joking, possibly without genuine malice, yet it was extremely uncomfortable. He sat slightly more upright, glanced at the others, and said,
"Count Hyou, mind your words."
Helair appeared as if he had turned into a puppet, motionless but smiling, playing dead. Meanwhile, below, Prime Minister Qiong also looked at Count Hyou. The music continued to play, yet the atmosphere wasn’t as cheerful as the melody suggested.
Behind Helair, Tangze Asuka observed the youthful-looking Count Hyou, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t compare him to a Human child, so he whispered to Fisher and Hooked kiss,
"Count Hyou... hasn’t he reincarnated? Why does he seem like he’s lived for a long time? And... this kind of hobby?"
Hooked kiss turned his head helplessly and replied in a whisper,
"This is reincarnation. In essence, before and after reincarnation, they are the same person, without memory, but the deeds of their predecessor would constantly emerge. Besides, Elves love to record history, documenting their actions, and the reincarnated Elves enjoy reading these records, allowing themselves to judge whether to accept or reject their predecessor’s deeds."
Count Hyou’s expression faded upon hearing this, gently tossing the half-filled wine cup onto the table with a crisp sound. He shook his head somewhat regretfully, exclaiming,
"Ah, Uncle Chun, sometimes I can’t fathom what you’re thinking. You abolished slavery and hierarchy, even scoffing at the King’s rules; now the King is about to reincarnate and outdated customs are about to be defunct, isn’t this what you wanted? Yet here you sit, uncomfortable, why the pretense ... forget it, since you wish to discuss matters of celebrating the King’s Birthday, I won’t stop you, but I’m here for official business today."
Count Hyou sat in his seat, somewhat reluctantly gazing at the trembling Non-human dancers below, unwilling to avert his eyes for a long time, while the nearby Uncle Chun seemed uneasy, looking around, somewhat nervous, leading Fisher to confusion as he observed silently...
Count Hyou supported himself as he waved his hand, and the branch adorned with metal gradually shrank, retracting those precious items back into the trunk,
"In the years since I reincarnated, I’ve been occupied with other matters, neglecting the mess left behind by my predecessor. Now with everything settled, I’ve finally recalled some affairs... In the four years since my predecessor’s passing and during the three years since my reincarnation, our Zhong Country had one thousand six hundred and twenty-two slaves secretly escape to Chun Country. If I’m not mistaken, Uncle Chun seemed to have an agreement with my predecessor, one slave for one zhang of land?"
"Initially, I wasn’t planning to settle this account with Uncle Chun, I intended to treat it as a courtesy from my new life—extending a friendly gesture. But this time, I’m quite unsatisfied, rather annoyed... However, even if you grant me over a thousand zhang of land, I’d remain uneasy. How about this: I heard Uncle Chun’s Prime Minister Qiong intends to adopt the Deer Race Guest Elder Lu An as an adopted son. Shamefully, since birth, I hadn’t yet seen the Deer Race, how about we exchange, Uncle Chun?"
