Night World Players

Chapter 109 Let's Start Our Date, Your Majesty
Five twenty in the morning.

Before Rast's consciousness fully recovered, he had already smelled a faint fragrance floating in the air.

Last's career as a gold medal gigolo in the Deep Blue Harbor cycle has enabled him to develop a special skill - "smell the scent of a woman".

He can clearly distinguish different opposite sexes without seeing their faces in person, just by the extremely slight scent of their hair.

For example, Hiltina has always been fond of a shampoo made from raw materials from her hometown, Akihabara.

Therefore, the scent of Hiltina is as gentle as the violet flowers that are the raw material of shampoo...

Amy's long hair has a very faint sandalwood scent that is easily overlooked... Just like her, she is gentle and peaceful, making people unconsciously want to indulge in her gentleness.

At this moment, the fragrance of hair in the air was between that of Hiltina and Xiao Ai.

The first impression is quite cold, and one can't help but think of the cold moonlight falling on the snow and the cedar needles.

In Rast's database... this is the unique smell of Axia, the chief of Starry University, and Helen, the queen of the underworld in the night world of the Sixth Era.

After a breath, Rast opened his eyes.

Sure enough, the girl with ice-blue hair was already standing by the bed waiting for him.

This is the servants' residence in the palace. It would be a great disrespect to let Her Majesty the Queen personally enter the servants' room to look for someone...but Helen obviously has no awareness of this.

She was sitting on the bay window in the room, her long white legs swinging in the air boredly.

The morning light penetrated the window and fell on her fair cheeks, making her skin seem transparent.

In the air, icy blue lines were drawn between Helen's fingers, transforming into the shape of a kingfisher, which was perched on her white fingertips and flapping its wings continuously.

As if she noticed that Rast had woken up, she waved her hand gently.

The kingfisher outlined by ice-blue lines and being teased by Helen disappeared, leaving only scattered spots of light.

Helen also turned sideways and looked at Rast quietly with her big dark purple eyes.

"Your Majesty, why did you get up so early this time?"

Luster yawned.

His daily routine is quite regular. He goes to bed at 11 o'clock every day and wakes up at 5:30 on time.

Day after day, year after year, nothing changes.

In the words of Dean Yin, this guy's life is as precise as a machine.

This is a habit that Rast developed in Deep Blue Harbor.

Because rolling back the game will reset his physical body, his physical fitness is no different from that of an ordinary person. He cannot fight for dozens of hours continuously like a superman and still be full of energy like Hiltina, who is a chariot.

Therefore, a regular schedule can greatly improve Rast's efficiency during waking hours, allowing him to always maintain the best physical and mental state.

And if his daily routine was disrupted by some urgent events, Rast would definitely find time to compensate and correct it later.

For example, in the reincarnation when he met Hiltina, after finishing the battle late at night, he even took five hours to catch up on his sleep.

Three hours of being fully prepared and focused... may very likely accomplish more than ten hours of being unprepared, distracted and exhausted. This is the philosophy that Last has always believed in.

His daily routine did not change after he entered the palace as a waiter. After all, the Queen he served had all the attributes of a stay-at-home girl to the extreme.

Not only has she never stepped out of this palace since she was born, but staying up late is also a common occurrence for her.

Since she never left the house, day and night had no meaning to her. Even when she fell asleep under Last's supervision, Helen would often wait until Last left before secretly turning on the light to read.

One of Rast's jobs as a personal attendant was to put breakfast in an insulated box and then stand outside the bedroom until noon when Her Majesty the Queen would get up for her meal.

And getting up so early today was like the sun rising from the west for this queen of homebodies.

"Play"

An ice-blue character appeared in the void before Rast's eyes.

Helen tilted her head and looked at him, a few strands of ice-blue hair spread out on Rast's white sheets.

As if afraid that Last wouldn't understand, the single ice-blue character flickered slightly, and then outlined new content -

"Go play"

She still stared at Rast silently, but there was a gleam of excitement in her gray eyes.

The words flashed and enlarged repeatedly in front of Luster: "Go play outside"

The queen that I serve really doesn't know the art of pulling at all...

Whatever she wanted was clearly written in her eyes.

Rast sat up from the bed, got up and washed up as usual.

"Okay, let's set off now."

Helen did not seem to have informed the other maids, including the head maid, of her plan to leave the palace for a trip with Rast today.

And for the sake of his own goals, Rast certainly wouldn't be so foolish as to proactively remind those maids that he had abducted your queen.

"but……"

His gaze paused on the clothes of the girl with long ice-blue hair in front of him.

It was a pure white off-shoulder dress with a long skirt that dragged on the ground. Apart from that, Helen was not wearing anything else, not even shoes.

On weekdays, the queen walked around the palace barefoot like this.

Under the influence of the solidified dusk, the interior of the palace was spotless, so Helen never felt that there was anything wrong with her behavior.

"Your Majesty, are you sure you want to go out dressed like this?"

The queen tilted her head: "No?"

"That's definitely not possible."

Last sighed, "Let's not talk about whether it's hygienic or clean... After all, with your strength, I don't think ordinary dust and germs will have any effect on you." "But except for staying at home, who would run around outside barefoot in just a skirt?"

"Since Your Majesty wants to see the real world outside like the hero and heroine in the Silver Wing Chronicles..."

"Then you certainly don't want to be recognized by others as soon as you go out, and then everyone along the way kneels down to you and salute you."

He opened the closet beside him and pulled out a shore-watcher-style cloak with a hood and the woolen boots he had used before.

"Your Majesty, please make do with my clothes for now."

Helen stared at the plain and inconspicuous hooded cloak, and a hint of curiosity flashed in her eyes.

She stretched out her white fingers and tapped them in the air.

The hood automatically floated in the air and then flew straight towards her.

Luster immediately understood what Helen wanted to do.

He quickly closed the curtains and turned away.

The next moment, the sound of clothes falling to the ground was heard behind Rast.

Rast counted a hundred numbers silently in his mind before turning back.

The gorgeous dress had been removed from Helen's body, replaced by a simple gray cloak.

Even Helen's extremely conspicuous ice-blue long hair, which would surely attract other people's attention once exposed, was covered by the hood.

"This way, I don't have to worry about the Queen and I being watched like rare animals by the public when we go out."

As soon as such a thought arose.

The next moment, Rast saw the girl in front of him, looking at the woolen boots floating in the air with some confusion.

After a long time, she seemed to have an epiphany.

He simply lifted up his bare feet and was about to put them into the woolen boots.

"Your Majesty, you have to put on socks before putting on woolen boots." Rast hurriedly interrupted the girl's attempt.

"Wa... Zi?"

Helen tilted her head and looked at Luster in confusion.

have to.

I almost forgot that this was a god who had walked barefoot in the palace all his life and had never worn shoes.

Her entire understanding of wearing shoes should be the handsome looks of the male and female protagonists wearing combat boots in the illustrations of fairy tale books.

The only meaning of wearing shoes for her is probably just to look good.

Apart from this, she knows nothing about common sense in this area.

"Socks...are protective gear worn on the feet to prevent direct contact between the skin and the shoes, which would otherwise cause the skin to be injured by friction."

Luster took out a pair of black stockings from the closet and showed them to Helen.

Speaking of which, he prepared this when he sneaked into the palace dressed as a woman, just in case the Queen in front of him had some special fetishes.

But I didn't expect it would come in handy in a place like this.

"Protective...gear?"

"Just... this?"

There was still a look of confusion in Helen's beautiful dark purple eyes.

She looked at the pair of stockings, then at the pair of woolen boots in mid-air, obviously not understanding how these tiny shoes had the right to hurt her skin.

As the master of the underworld, let alone a pair of boots, even a gun that can penetrate steel may not be able to leave the slightest mark on her skin.

"I know your Majesty is not afraid of these..."

Luster stroked his forehead and said, "But since you want to experience real life in the outside world like in the fairy tales, it's better to follow the local customs."

Helen still seemed a little confused.

But seeing how insistent Rast was, she finally nodded obediently.

Then, from under the cloak, a pair of long, white legs stretched out, and the pair of small feet were stretched in front of Rast.

"My subordinate understands."

Rast's expression remained unchanged as he gently lifted up the pair of black stockings.

After the pair of white feet were wrapped in black stockings, Helen lifted her feet curiously, looked at the almost transparent stockings, and then put them into the wool boots.

She sat up from the bed, stepped on the ground curiously, and took two unsteady steps like a clumsy little duck.

Relying on her great strength, she quickly mastered how to walk while wearing shoes.

Outside the bedroom, Rast had already opened the door to the palace.

The boy's profile was shrouded in the thin sunlight outside the door, with clear and deep features.

Then he smiled and held out his hand to Helen.

"So--"

"Let us begin our date, Your Majesty."

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PS: I had a bit of a writer's block today, so I need to revise the second update and will post it during the day.

(End of this chapter)