Surviving The Fourth Calamity

Chapter 466: Chapter 264 Relationship with the Half-Elf? Just Don’t Kill Them

Adrian felt that Half-Elves were probably doomed.

William, somehow managing to suppress the elemental fluctuations in these Undead, made them appear as ordinary Professionals.

Although using Professionals as maids to welcome guests was somewhat extravagant, Half-Elves wouldn’t think they were unworthy.

And those Half-Elves who followed the Queen into human territory were at the very least centuries-old Sky Knights, also known as Green Leaf Rangers.

The ranking system for Elf Rangers was quite simple: Ranger, Dual Blade Ranger, Rain of Arrows Ranger, and Green Leaf Ranger.

Beyond Legendary, there was no need for further naming.

Regardless of the profession, whether Legendary or Pseudo-Legendary, it was a matter of personal achievement.

The name of each Legendary was worthy of song and praise.

These Half-Elves possessed both the Elves’ haughtiness and humans’ vanity.

Thus Adrian, who was receiving some Half-Elves, just felt they were courting death.

Adrian somewhat suspected that Viola intended to rid herself of a bunch of folks who were displeased with her ascendancy.

Otherwise, she couldn’t possibly fail to recognize that these maids were High-level Undead.

These maids, although they all wore noble silver-green court gowns, styled their hair in similar braided buns, creating a flower-like shape, and their heights and figures were not too different from one another.

But each had her own beauty: breathtaking beauties, gentle and lovely, dignified and generous, adorable and charming – whatever style you could name, they encompassed them all.

They made the Half-Elves’ vaunted beauty seem ordinary and bland in comparison.

Only barely could one describe them as having a refreshing air about them.

So-called temperament was indeed important, but that was something to be compared between two equally beautiful individuals.

If one were simply overpowered by beauty, even frivolousness could be transformed into sensuality by an exceptionally attractive appearance.

Moreover, female members of the Undead, even if they were domineering and ruthless at heart, releasing deadly spells at the drop of a hat, were still capable of some pretense.

They couldn’t pretend for a lifetime, but a few hours of pretense were certainly doable.

Adrian remembered Hill saying that for the sake of these limited edition clothes and hairstyles, the Undead girls could accomplish many things they normally couldn’t do.

Mere acts of elegance were truly trivial.

And the result of all this was Adrian watching these Half-Elf females seething with rage before him.

Fire seemed ready to spew from their eyes.

Especially when the male Half-Elves’ gaze uncontrollably drifted towards the splendid sight before them.

Perhaps they thought these Undead were the newly arrived group of Low-level Professionals, at most Grand Knight level.

The Half-Elves were getting carried away.

In their eyes, the Undead were merely numerous and low-order; the Undead needed more than ten times their number just to barely contend with a single High-level Half-Elf.

As long as no major incident occurred, these Undead couldn’t possibly assemble too many of their own to confront them.

Adrian watched as the Half-Elves split into male and female groups, one constantly picking faults, the other endlessly flirting.

Though annoyed by the nitpicking female Half-Elves, the Undead girls were also quite pleased.

They often contorted into the most graceful poses to respond to these Half-Elves who couldn’t contain their ugly jealousy.

But those flirting received not coquettish smiles but glares filled with murderous intent.

Adrian had already seen several Female Swordsmen gripping the knives and forks on their trays.

He just hoped William would move quickly and sign the agreement before a fight broke out outside.

Adrian had no interest in intercepting blows for these foolish Half-Elves; most of the Undead who had managed to score the maid duties were experienced experts, and their moves were sure to be very fast.

And there, in the grand hall, William, receiving the visiting Half-Elf Queen, actually knew everything that was happening outside.

He was also clear that Viola, sitting to his right with a smile and a dignified grace, knew what was happening, too.

This Queen, indeed, was accustomed to leveraging every opportunity.

William struggled to contain the urge to scrutinize this Queen closely.

He and Fran had become somewhat familiar, and thus he was a bit curious.

William wasn’t oblivious to what Viola looked like, having seen that saker falcon of hers numerous times as well.

But when a figure from a story appeared before him, there was a certain desire to take a closer look.

At that moment, William suddenly understood what drives people who are fascinated with watching celebrities. It was as if by looking at them up close, one could better align imagination with reality.

After all, spectating is a human instinct; there’s no need to feel embarrassed.

However, William wasn’t keen on being used by this Queen for nothing, so he kept a stern face while watching the Chancellor, summoned from afar along with Saral ministers and Half-Elf messengers, engaged in negotiations.

Fortunately, in this world, all the ministers were of noble birth; even the lesser nobility had professions as long as they held titles.

William needed not concern himself with the Teleportation Array issues.

Viola attempted to communicate with William, but realized that this future deity had absolutely no intention of interacting with her.

Suppressing the urge to sigh, Viola reassessed the prospects for the Half-Elf Kingdom.

In the short term, maintaining peace would be good enough; the idea of a trade center would have to wait.

Perhaps after the Dwarf Kingdom’s affairs were settled and the King of Saral ascended to the starry sky, humans might regain interest in some elven things.

At the very least, those nobles desiring the specialty products of the Forest of the Elves, which could prolong life and maintain youth, should be able to hold out until this king leaves the continent.

Therefore, before that time, she might still be relying on trade between elves and Dark Moon Elves to get by.

She glanced at the negotiators below, engaged in a war of words, hoping to secure a residence for the Half-Elves within Central City.

If that proved impossible, even an outer area would do.

If all else failed, they could go to the Sun God Temple, where there were plenty of minors among the half-elves, innocent and kind enough that they wouldn’t likely offend those deities.

Especially those over 60 who knew a thing or two about how to deal with humans, ideal for a ten-year sojourn.

Seeing more of the real humans would also be beneficial, certainly better than those fools outside, vainly competing with the Undead Tribe in a contest of beauty.

If she could design a new persona for herself, she would be no worse than those Undead maids out there!

Comparing her reality to others’ falsehoods, and since even the gender of the Undead might not be genuine, have those people who stayed too long in the Forest of the Elves turned their brains to wood?

As for those who really intended to hook up with Undead girls, she took careful note of them; no matter how floridly their parents pleaded, Viola would never reemploy such fellows.

They were worse than that vain bunch!

Isn’t the Undead Tribe most renowned for being utterly unable to make any real contact with this world?

Viola managed to control her impulse to sigh; Half-Elves, for the most part, were a blend of the best of humans and elves, and except for a shorter lifespan, their abilities were no less.

But there were always some who were nothing but dregs, with nothing but a pretty face.

And it was exactly those, the prettiest ones, whose parents, despite both having flaws, ended up conceiving a child, presumably out of lust at first sight.

Viola could sense the humans’ desire for a swift resolution, and she didn’t think it was a bad thing.

Though she wanted to give these fools a good knock on the head, with the covenant made, she could be at ease.

For the time being, the Forest of the Elves didn’t care about the affairs of the Half-Elf Kingdom; as long as they didn’t change their faith in the Elven God King, even the Elf Queen wouldn’t mind the Half-Elves conducting trade and living on human territory.

The Half-Elf Kingdom didn’t have any of the troublesome issues it had anticipated.

Even the Dark Moon Elves, who had moved to the wilderness, weren’t a concern for the Queen, who told Viola to trade more with them and to make sure they didn’t encounter problems.

If needed, they could directly seek help from the Forest of the Elves.

Viola, having recently ascended to her position, understood very well that it was time for the new ruler to establish authority; the more approachable and unconcerned the Elf Queen appeared, the more anxious Viola felt.

What big storm was the Forest of the Elves holding back from unleashing?

Adopting a more graceful posture, Viola squinted slightly and flashed William a radiant smile, which was met with a strange look from him.

When William looked at her, it was not as if he were looking at a beautiful woman.

Viola felt a bit upset about this, though she had never intended to have the King of Saral bow down at her feet; however, such dismissive behavior was indeed damaging to a woman’s self-esteem.

Viola stopped observing the unlucky King of Saral, as it seemed an agreement had been reached below.

Soon, two copies of the transcribed documents were delivered.

William, having seen that his demands were satisfied, said no more.

Viola, however, was somewhat displeased; her minimum objectives had not been met.

The humans had only agreed to allow the current negotiation site to become a market town where Half-Elves could come and go freely.

Other terms weren’t an issue; humans didn’t have high expectations of Half-Elves, and peaceful coexistence was enough.

But correspondingly, this also signified that, in the eyes of humans, Half-Elves were not yet qualified to step onto the stage of history.

They could only live out of the way, watching the human world’s tumult.

Viola glanced at the satisfied King of Saral and took out her pen.

This was only the beginning.

Sooner or later, she would sign another contract with humans.

Having signed both documents with her own pen, Viola then exchanged pens with William and signed again underneath.

In a fantasy world full of deceits, an extra precaution is everyone’s consensus.

After shaking hands with William, Viola was about to offer a few more pleasant words when she heard shouts from outside.

She recognized the voice that shouted ”Just don’t beat him to death”—Fran’s student, the City Lord of Central City.

Even though he ought to have been part of the negotiations, he had excused himself on the grounds of having some involvement with the Half-Elf Queen.

There really was involvement, wasn’t there?

Shouting ”Just don’t beat him to death” without lifting a hand—is that the kind of relationship it implies?

Viola pursed her lips and followed William out of the hall at a brisk pace.