You sneaked into my simulation world and started spamming the panel?

Lotte's breath hit her neck, and his image disappeared into the icy blue lake.

Isolde did not choose to shut out her feelings for Lotte.

It's simple, this is unfair to Lott.

Isolde believed that Lotte had sacrificed a lot for her in his previous life, and he shouldn't have to suffer her indifference. He shouldn't have to stay with someone who only knew how to take advantage of him.

Why did you give me a necklace?

“A reward,” Isolde said. “This necklace can protect against the magical poisons of the elven realm. Afterwards, you will come with me to the elven realm.”

Lotte held the jewel on the necklace in his hand and looked at it for a long time. When he looked up, he found that Isolde had already walked far away by herself.

"Wait for me!" Lott caught up and gently bumped Isolde's shoulder. "Thank you for giving me such a valuable gift."

"From now on, you don't need to say thank you when I give you something."

"Huh? Why?"

Because that's me thanking you from my past life.

……

Maple Town.

Isolde and Lott returned here once again.

Isolde walked straight through the town's gate without even glancing inside.

"Isolde, shall we go inside and rest for a bit?"

"Let's go rest in the elf territory."

Isolde could have chosen not to go to Maple Town, but as she walked into the forest and reached the blue river, she couldn't help but look at Lotte.

Lotte, arriving here for the "first time," was filled with nothing but curiosity.

Isolde walked into the icy river and entered the realm of the elves.

She comforted herself, at least in this lifetime she had brought Lott to this world.

After Lotte stepped into the elven territory, the necklace on her chest began to glow with a faint blue light.

The surrounding magic was driven away by the "Tears of Alfheim," allowing Lot to move freely in the elven territory.

"Isolde, don't you need a necklace?"

"I have a purification spell. I just need to release it once every 20 minutes."

"And what about sleeping at night?"

Isolde turned to look at Lothar, stopping in her tracks. “The Tears of Alfheim have a certain protective radius; I only need to be near you to avoid being affected by magic. If you wish, I will sleep with you tonight.”

The two walked in the forest for a long time.

So long that Lotte forgot about the time.

Just as their food was running out, the two finally arrived at the city of Ridria in the elven realm.

From a distance, the blue city is built on a hillside, radiating faint blue light particles in the sunlight.

A huge ancient tree stands in the center of the city, its green shade sheltering the entire city.

Lott asked with some curiosity, "What is that?"

"The Tree of Lydria. Every city in the Elven Realm has one of these trees. Legend has it that they were planted by the primordial elves themselves. The abundance of magic in the Elven Realm is also due to these trees."

Isolde stopped and looked at Ridilla from a distance. "The first [natural disaster] we're going to destroy is in that tree."

Lotte looked at the city and suddenly thought of Orantis and Uchi, and then thought of something bad.

"Are we going to have to attack the city?"

“It’s no use.” Isolde shook her head. “With the protection of the Tree of Lydria, his strength will become very strong. Moreover, that tree has a certain consciousness and will attack outsiders.”

"How do you know all this so clearly?" Lott asked knowingly. "You didn't sneak in before, did you?"

Isolde turned her head away and didn't say anything.

In her previous life, she actually managed to break in.

Lott had no intention of letting Isolde off the hook; he wanted to take this opportunity to teach her a lesson so that she wouldn't do anything so outrageous again.

"Indeed, who would rush into an elven city by themselves? Lord Isolde, you wouldn't be so reckless, would you?"

Isolde slowed her pace, letting Lotte walk ahead so he wouldn't see the faint blush on her face.

To shut Lotte up, Isolde said, "Elf hotels usually keep succubi. I won't interfere with what you do, but you can't touch the succubi."

Can succubi harm people?

“They’ll treat you like food. I don’t like that idea, that’s all.”

Isolde breathed a sigh of relief after seeing that Lot's thoughts were all on the succubus.

The two walked through the golden elf wheat fields, step by step heading towards the magnificent elf city of Ridelia in the distance.

There were no guards at the city gates, and people could come and go as they pleased.

Fountains and greenery are everywhere on the streets. Plants here have absolute immunity and grow wildly, sometimes even blocking the way.

Wearing hoods, Lotte and Isolde entered an inn.

As the door opened, sunlight veiled the hall in a shimmering light and shadow. Several long-eared elf rangers stood before a high-quality mahogany counter, chatting amongst themselves in Elven language.

"(Elf language) You don't want to go and kill that monster, do you? It has the talent of magic immunity."

"(In Elven language) Who would want to go?"

Elves, regardless of gender, are all very beautiful and have almost no excess fat on their bodies, and they are always in full bloom.

But compared to Isolde, it's still far inferior.

The elves sitting in the corner were also wearing hoods. They glanced at Lot, then lowered their heads and went back to their own business.

Isolde went to the counter and found the two fairy ladies still dozing off.

"(Elf language) Give us a room."

The fairy was awakened by Isolde's voice. She glanced at Isolde and Lotte but didn't pay much attention.

She took a key, placed it on the counter, and casually said, "(In Elven language) Would you like succubus services? It's cheaper for couples."

Before Isolde could refuse, a third party entered into her and Lotte's relationship, and she was even pushed aside by the other party.

She turned around and saw that two red-haired succubi had already entangled Lotte.

They clung to Lotte's arm, subtly rubbing their soft parts against him, trying to get him to pull out the gold coins.

"(Elf language) Are you also an adventurer here to slay that monster? There have been quite a few people coming here lately because of it."

"(Elf language) I really admire the adventurer. Your muscles are amazing. Would you like to enjoy our services with your wife? It only costs 2 gold coins."

Lott resisted the temptation because he couldn't understand a word the two succubi were saying.

He felt as if he were enveloped by two warm balloons, unable to struggle.

Isolde frowned slightly as she glanced at the two succubi, took a gold coin from her pouch, and said to the receptionist:

“(Elf language) I want a succubus for my husband, thank you.”

Chapter 67, bullying Isolde, wasn't particularly interesting either, probably.

Isolde sent the succubus simply to gather information.

Elves are too prone to forming cliques and being exclusive; in her previous life, she couldn't penetrate their ranks at all.

The succubi in the inn are the best source of information, but it would be strange for Isolde, being a woman, to seek out succubi, especially since the succubi are unwilling to talk to Isolde.

So she could only use Lott to accomplish what she couldn't do in her previous life.

But in Lot's eyes, he saw Isolde and the elf lady at the front desk say something, and then a succubus was about to drag him upstairs.

If Isolde hadn't paid, Lot would have thought he'd been sold by Isolde.

The succubus's fluffy ears kept rubbing against his cheeks, and her long, thin tail had already wrapped around Lot's waist.

Her red eyes kept stealing glances at Lotte's body. When Lotte noticed, she grinned and quickened her pace to lead Lotte into the room.

The room was spacious, with a double bed by the window, draped with white curtains.

The green plants inside were still lush and exuded a faint grassy fragrance, which suddenly reminded Lotte of Fafnya's scent.

The succubus pinned Lotte against the wall, and impatiently began to smell him from his chest all the way to his ear.

"(Elf language) Sir, how do you plan to play? You haven't said a word, do you prefer to take the initiative?"

The succubus opened her mouth to bite Lotte's neck, but Isolde behind her grabbed her clothes, making her unable to move.

The succubus, who was about to eat, was somewhat annoyed after being interrupted by Isolde.

The succubus glanced back at Isolde, and seeing Isolde's cold expression, assumed she was jealous.

This excited the succubus even more.

In her view, wives who could afford to buy succubi for their husbands were mostly of low status. Although nominally wives, they were more like maids.

This combination is also common in the elven realm, where a high-ranking person usually has three to five wives.

The succubus whispered in Lot's ear, "(In Elven language) Sir, one of your wives looks quite fierce and formidable, and she even carries 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 rang out behind him: "(Elf language) Let him go."

The succubus completely ignored Isolde; she knew that pleasing Lot would solve the problem.

But she was wrong. Lott's silence did not mean he condoned her behavior; rather, 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 blade tearing through the air. A few strands of the succubus's red hair struck the sword blade and were instantly severed.

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

The succubus's body began to tremble, and her eyes, which had been filled with lust, were now filled 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 found that Isolde was angry.

The chill emanating from the icy blue eyes flowed down the sword and finally landed 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.

“(In Elven language) Madam, I was wrong, I was wrong, please don’t kill me… I didn’t mean to provoke you…”

“(Elf language) My husband has never seen a succubus before; he's just curious about you.” Isolde gestured for the succubus to step back, placing herself between the succubus and Lot. “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 information, the succubus must not be aroused.

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

The succubus recounted everyone she had recently met, but Isolde wouldn't let her go into those details, arguing that it would be too provocative for Lot and that he couldn't handle it.

“(Elf language) The guests I’ve recently received are all here to fight [Synestor]. The bounty offered by the city is frighteningly high. But they say they need at least several hundred people to fight [Synestor], and they’re currently short-handed. You two are here because of [Synestor], right?”

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

Although Lott couldn't understand a word they were saying, his panel popped up.

[Essential Derivation: 7% → 7.01%]

Why is the price going up when I haven't done anything?

This doesn't make sense.

“(Elf language) Alright, you can go now.”