In the Name of Empress-Chapter 381 - 266: Warm Jade Feet

This day felt so long, as if a century had passed.

After seeing Anthony off, Roland anxiously awaited the arrival of night.

However, the early summer night came late, and his eager anticipation made the wait even more excruciating.

Finally, night fell, and he downed several bottles of dark beer, using the alcohol to plunge into a deep sleep.

Opening his eyes in the dream, Roland breathed a sigh of relief.

It had been days since he entered Sif the Elf’s dream; her condition was indeed not good.

Fortunately, today his desire to see her was strong enough, and at last, he did.

Sif the Elf sat blankly under the enormous golden ginkgo tree, her gaze unfocused, her spirit listless.

Roland approached quickly, his body carrying the scent of alcohol.

Upon smelling the alcohol, Sif the Elf slightly frowned.

Feeling a bit embarrassed, Roland found a spot a few meters from her to sit down, trying to keep his distance.

"Sorry, I wanted to fall asleep quickly, so I drank a little. Since you dislike the smell, I promise I won’t drink the next time I see you."

"You drank alcohol?" Sif the Elf looked a bit surprised.

She barely managed to support herself, retrieving a delicate green bottle from somewhere under the tree, and handed it to Roland with effort.

"This is real alcohol; the smell on you is just awful."

Sif the Elf held back her urge to make a more biting remark about the smell of alcohol on Roland.

"Drink it; it’s the last of the stock."

"What will you do if I drink it?" Roland felt a bit embarrassed.

"The last time I drank was several eras ago, and besides, I don’t even have a physical body now, so drinking is meaningless to me. You drink it, and after you’re done, I can smell the scent on you, which is like drinking it indirectly."

Since Sif the Elf had put it that way, Roland would seem overly fussy if he didn’t drink.

He unscrewed the cap, and the refreshing fragrance, carrying a captivating feel of nature, wafted through the air.

Is this really alcohol?

Roland was puzzled; this soul-piercing aroma didn’t seem like alcohol, but rather like nectar.

However, he soon understood. The ancient Elf Race indeed had the habit of drinking nectar, and some Tree Elves could even produce special Elf Flower Honey.

Back then, Elf Flower Honey was a wonderful thing for Upper Elves to enhance the romance between lovers, but unfortunately, it has been lost to time.

After all, Tree Elves have long been extinct.

Looking at the green bottle that resembled a piece of art, Roland was somewhat reluctant to drink this cup of wine.

The history you can taste spans millions of years.

Each era’s duration is not the same, but generally, the older the era, the longer it lasted.

The Chaotic Era lasted billions of years, giving birth to life.

The Age of Gods lasted several hundred million years, giving rise to gods.

The Natural Era lasted tens of millions of years, birthing Elves and Earth Spirits.

The following eras lasted no more than three million years each, and the current Magic Era has only lasted tens of thousands of years.

According to the most optimistic estimates, the Magic Era will not surpass ten thousand years.

After that comes destruction and restart.

The end of evolution is annihilation; almost all beings will turn to dust with the reboot of Theia Plane.

Unless they become gods and divine favored ones.

The sip Roland took came from the distant Third Era, spanning over seven million years.

This has much more kick than Guojiao 1573.

Fortunately, it’s a dream, which allows it to last this long.

Just one sip was enough for Roland to quit drinking completely.

He admitted that Sif the Elf still spared him. By the standards of the Elf Race, the wine that humans make now is at a level that even dogs wouldn’t drink.

Such a fantastic brew indeed.

The scent on Roland brought back distant memories for Sif the Elf, she murmured, completely engulfed in sorrow.

She wanted to cry, but no tears fell.

She is now just a spirit body; how could a spirit body have tears?

What she gave to Roland was not alcohol but a special nectar. It needed to be consumed, brewed in the stomach, to emit its true flavor.

This is the scent of homeland, the taste of the Third Era.

Alas, it can never be returned to.

Although there were no tears, Sif the Elf habitually wiped her cheek with the back of her hand, slightly embarrassed, lowering her head.

"Roland, you came to find me so eagerly, there must be something, right? Tell me. I have less and less time I can stay awake."

Knowing it’s not easy for Sif the Elf to maintain her form, Roland quickly asked, "I remember you mentioning a place called the Netherworld; what kind of place is that, are there all devils?"

Sif the Elf’s expression grew somewhat complex, she pondered for a moment, then spoke slowly:

"How should I put it, according to our understanding, they are indeed devils. Their concepts of good and evil differ from ours, acting as they wish, without scruple, respecting only strength..."

"And contracts,"

Sif the Elf softly added, "I didn’t stay in the Netherworld for long, surviving barely by selling off my last personal belongings, but unfortunately, the Law Executors caught my scent."

Thinking of that experience, Sif the Elf felt a bit complex inside.

She sighed lightly and recounted her time in the Netherworld.

As a Blood Elf Grand General, what she carried with her was limited but very valuable.

The devils in the Netherworld offered her quite fair prices, and that money allowed her to live a decently posthumous life.

Sif the Elf even thought of settling in the Netherworld long-term, but unfortunately, her very existence was like dancing on the plane’s laws, the world had not forgotten her, and the Law Executors came.

She had no choice but to flee to the Sea of Annihilation.

Speaking of this place, Sif the Elf summarized it in one sentence.

"Complete death, total annihilation, endless loneliness—it’s a place even that Law Executors are unwilling to go to."

Sif the Elf jumped into the Sea of Annihilation, and as a result, the Law Executors’ chase order was also canceled.

Because she had completely died and could no longer be pieced together.

For normal lifeforms, entering the Sea of Annihilation means complete death, never to escape.

Only the scavengers from the Netherworld occasionally go to the Sea of Annihilation to pick up trash.

Sif the Elf was removed from the cycle of reincarnation of Theia Plane, completely annihilated.

This story had been told before, but some details had not been mentioned by Sif the Elf.

The name of the Netherworld coming from Roland’s mouth awakened the sealed past experiences of Sif the Elf.

She did not notice Roland strategically probing for information about the Netherworld while he listened to the story.

She was truly tired and needed rest.

Before she fell asleep, Roland gently asked, "What was the personal item you sold?"

"Natural Bracelet,"

After saying these words, Sif the Elf fell asleep again.

Looking at her serene face, Roland had a pensive expression.

Sif the Elf is like a machine without energy input, each activation consuming precious energy, which will eventually run out.

Unless replenished.

A Netherworld Demon who honors contracts? Quite intriguing indeed.

No, they shouldn’t be called devils; they are the free citizens of the Nether God Realm.

That’s their self-designation.

It makes sense, after all—who would want to be called a devil? Even a devil wouldn’t like that.

Watching Sif the Elf’s perfectly sleeping face, Roland felt a bit of compassion.

Noticing from the corner of his eye her half-exposed flawless jade foot, Roland took a few steps closer, picked up the hem of her skirt, prepared to cover her properly.

As he draped the skirt, Roland’s hand "unintentionally" touched the delicate skin.

His expression changed instantly.

Sif the Elf is a spirit body, although her body could be seen, touching would always result in passing through.

But the jade foot was different.

It was not only tangible but even had a temperature.

Neither cold nor warm, it was 33.3℃.

The Elf Race’s standard body temperature.

A lower body temperature brings a low metabolic rate, making the Elf Race not only long-lived but also rather lazy.

But that wasn’t the point—the point was why the spirit body’s jade foot had a normal temperature?! 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Roland bit his lip and, during Sif the Elf’s deep sleep, lifted the skirt further.

Those perfect, snow-white feet lay quietly.

Apart from them, there was nothing else.