You sneaked into my simulation world and started spamming the panel

This combination is also common in elven territories, where a high-ranking ruler typically has three to five wives.

The succubus whispered in Lot's ear, "(Elf) Sir, one of your wives looks very fierce and powerful, and she even has a sword at her waist. You must be a noble of pure blood, right?"

Seeing that Lot remained silent, the succubus assumed he had acquiesced, so she wrapped her tail around Lot even tighter, unwilling to let go of such a valuable resource.

“(Elf language) Sir, let's leave her alone, okay? I might understand you better than she does. Let's…”

Isolde's voice sounded behind him: "(Elf) Let him go."

The succubus completely ignored Isolde; she knew that all she needed to do was please Lot to solve the problem.

But she was wrong. Lott's silence did not mean he condoned her behavior; it meant that Lott simply did not understand what they were saying.

"Shh!"

Both Lotte and the succubus heard the whistling sound of a sword tearing through the air. A few strands of the succubus's red hair struck the blade and were instantly severed.

The wind from the sword whipped up the stray hairs, sending them drifting into the air.

The succubus's body began to tremble, and her eyes, which had been full of lust, were now filled only with fear.

The sword was pressed against her neck; if Isolde swung it to the right, the sharp blade would slice through her soft skin, causing blood to gush out.

Lotte looked up and saw that Isolde was angry.

The chill emanating from his icy blue eyes flowed down the sword and finally settled on the succubus's shoulder.

She said, word by word, "(In Elvish) This is the last warning."

The succubus had never seen such a dangerous person as Isolde. Her body went limp, and she slid off Lot like a piece of paper, finally kneeling on the ground.

"(Elf) Madam, I was wrong, I was wrong, please don't kill me... I didn't mean to provoke you..."

“(Elf) My husband has never seen a succubus before; he’s just curious about you.” Isolde gestured for the succubus to step back a few paces, placing herself between the succubus and Loth. “Tell me your story and make my husband happy. Otherwise, I won’t let you off the hook.”

"Tell a story? But I'm a succubus, I..." The succubus paused for a moment, then suddenly realized, "I see, this is a little fun between you and your husband, right?"

Isolde frowned, making the succubus think she had said something wrong again.

Since the purpose is to gather intelligence, the succubus must not be aroused.

Isolde nodded in agreement with the succubus's words, signaling her to speak quickly.

The succubus recounted all the people she had recently met, but Isolde didn't let her go into those details, saying it would be too stimulating for Lot and he couldn't handle it.

"(Elf) The guests I've recently received are all here to hunt down [Synestor]. The bounty offered by the city is incredibly high. But they say they need at least several hundred people to defeat [Synestor], and they're currently short-handed. Are you two here because of [Synestor] as well?"

And so, Isolde got the information she wanted, while Lotte received an upgrade on her stats.

Although Lott couldn't understand what they were saying at all, his panel popped up.

[Essential Derivation: 7% → 7.01%]

Why did the price go up even though I didn't do anything?

This doesn't make sense!

“(Elf) Alright, you can go now.”

“(Elf) Thank you, madam, but… I can stay at the door if your husband needs me…”

“(Elf) I said you can leave now.”

The succubus scrambled out the door on all fours and fled as if escaping.

As the door closed, the room fell into a deathly silence.

Isolde took off her cloak, shook her head slightly, and her long, pure white hair swayed from side to side in the sunlight.

Lotte thought Isolde was prettier than the succubus.

“I’m sorry,” Isolde said. “I borrowed your body for a while. As a woman, there are some things I might do that could arouse suspicion.”

What did you just say?

"I'm gathering information about [Sienstor]. I need to confirm whether a large number of adventurers know about [Sienstor] and whether they have seen it in person, lest it just be fake news or a trap set for me."

“Not that.” Lott waved his hand. “What did you say to her when you were using the sword?”

Just as Lotte had predicted, Isolde's body stiffened.

She sat motionless, pretending not to hear anything, but the faint blush on her face betrayed her true thoughts.

She was probably torn between "should I say it?" and "how should I say it?"

Seeing Isolde's embarrassment, Lotte nodded with satisfaction, picked up the water glass on the table, and drank it all in one gulp.

He thought he was really bad; was it fun to bully Isolde?

That's actually quite interesting.

Moreover, Isolde borrowed his body, and he hadn't even said anything yet. Teasing her a little would be a way of paying for what he had just done.

Isolde finally mustered her courage, gripping her skirt tightly, and biting her lip as she said, "I just told her..."

"Okay, okay. I was just kidding."

Lotte interrupted Isolde, causing Isolde's long-cultivated emotions and hard-won courage to vanish.

Are you kidding me?

Isolde's smile slowly froze. She turned her head to look at Lothar, her icy blue eyes fixed intently on Lothar's eyes.

Chapter 68 Is this a trap?

Lott sensed the awkward atmosphere, so he coughed twice and changed the subject: "That Seinstow... what kind of monster is he exactly?"

Isolde wanted to say something more, but seeing Lott discussing serious matters so earnestly, she didn't want to let her personal feelings get involved.

"It's a giant tree spirit."

"That shouldn't be difficult, it's none of our business."

"But the opponent should have a purple talent, which is a talent that can reduce magic damage in some way."

That's relevant.

Lotte's desire to improve his stats was instantly ignited, and he listened intently to every word Isolde said next:

“Sienstor only recently appeared near the city of Ridria. Elves cannot plunder talents; it is merely a burden to them. Therefore, Ridria has offered a high bounty, hoping to organize a legion of hundreds of elves to subdue it.”

"So, Siensto is very strong?"

“No. Elves are skilled in magic and archery, but they are somewhat helpless against those with magic resistance.” Isolde looked at his sword. “I can probably finish the battle by myself in about ten minutes.”

Lott sensed something was amiss. "But you said there's an elven calamity in the city. Why doesn't he take action himself, and instead, why do we need elven adventurers to intervene?"

“He’s very timid and almost never leaves the World Tree’s protection,” Isolde explained. “Or perhaps this dryad is a monster deliberately trying to lure me into action. They want to track my movements and then kill me.”

In Isolde's more than 200 years of divination, she had never encountered a being with purple talent.

This tree spirit is probably the only one of its kind in the entire elven territory.

If it really is a trap, then the elves have gone to great lengths.

"Isolde, shall we go and defeat it?"

"Ok?"

"If it really is a trap, you can go and hunt down the tree spirit, which might lure the Calamity out of the city. If it's not, you'll also get a talent. With a purple talent, you can go and hunt down other, more powerful Calamities. There's no need to fight the Calamities in this city to the death."

Lotte also wanted to see if he could take advantage of the rewind mechanism and snag this extremely rare purple talent.

"But if this is a trap, I think it's a bit unreasonable."

Isolde took out a map and placed it on the table. "That Scourge wouldn't dare to face me head-on. Even if the other Scourges closest to Ridria used teleportation magic, it would take at least 30 minutes. By the time they arrive, I'll have already finished the fight. They can't hold me back at all."

"Could there be some kind of trap or magic?"

"No trap magic can trap me, but it might trap you."

Lott glanced at Isolde, who had actually said some very offensive things without any expression on his face.

Isolde continued, "There are two possible outcomes when we go to hunt monsters. Either we successfully obtain the talent and leave to hunt other calamities, or it's a trap, and I can lure them all out and kill them all."

"If we don't fight the monsters, will the natural disasters in Ridria City occur?"

"No, he never goes out."

Isolde had discovered this in her previous life: no matter how long one stayed in the city, the natural disasters in Ridria just wouldn't leave.

Lott said, "Then we have no choice. Unless we storm the World Tree like the knights in fairy tales and set everything on fire, we can't kill this calamity."

Isolde felt that Lotte was subtly comparing her to a "knight in a fairy tale" again.

But she had no evidence.

into the night.

There is no night in the elven realm.

Everywhere, green plants emitted a faint, ethereal green glow, and particles of light in the air gathered with the wind to form rivers in the sky.

The golden wheat fields around him exuded a faint sweet fragrance, which, combined with the floral scent on Isolde's body, made Lotte feel as if she were in a bakery.

Isolde, clad in armor, walked at the front, her long, flowing white hair swaying gently from side to side with each step.